Distance from the noise, we find our way
From stupidity, nonsense, and each passing day

Free from mediocrity's heavy chains
We leave behind the unnecessary, the vain

No longer bound by societal demands
We shun the waste, the idle hands

Our choices now, no longer weak and pale
No longer driven by mere survival's tale

We choose love, peace, wealth, and freedom's might
And in this li...

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Grandma
I’m going to make a camper van space rocket
We can paint it indigo
and violet

We can visit South America
Spain, and the moon!
We will fly to the sun
But don’t worry
We can put deflectors on it
So we won’t burn

We won’t need wheels
It will just transform
I will need a big tool box
Some metal and some
Paint that won’t peel

Grandma, do you want to help me?
We can paint t...

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(Am I the only person ever to think that the WASPI claim for pension compensation for women to reflect the
change in age entitlement was spurious? Was it wrong to be equalised with men's?  It was introduced in 1995 with subsequent amendments..  How much more notification would have been needed?  A re-post of mine from some years ago.)

She will get her pension same as me

She says she wa...

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That beautiful time of the year is here…

Time to celebrate with a party and cheer…

Enjoying special moments with loved ones…

Not forgetting roast potatoes and cinnamon baked buns…

Prosecco, wine and beer is definitely on the menu…

Whether the celebration is at home or in a venue…

Excited to open gifts, not forgetting to sing carols…

Decorating the house with garlands and trees...

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A raggedy thin cotton dress
On a little girl playing out
On this freezing December day.
She’s thrown out by her mama
Left out by her friends
Deserted by her daddy
Neglected by the world
In the end little Ellie is just sad.
Her school calls the doctor,
The doctor calls the nurse,
Torn this and that way,
Little Ellie's just hurt.

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Towards the far corner, 

An alluring kaleidoscopic spark

Catches my attention, and 

Besides the growing tension,

I hear a known voice. 

An out-of-the-world precipise 

Presents a familiar figure 

Who could overwhelm my heart.

Her unsurprised, unmoved eyes

Jesture that I was expected.

A gluesome lump in my throat

Lets the feeling float in silence

As she ...

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Christmas for one
A time of celebration
Peace and love abounds
All across the nation
Christmas for one

Christmas for one
That's the way it's going to be
But I am not alone
Because you are watching over me
Christmas for one

Christmas for one
Believers for the lord they wait
But our planet is so unequal 
A time for reflection of others fate
Christmas for one
 
Christmas for one
...

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My intuition 

never fails 

it’s kept me 

out of corporate hell 

while my imagination 

is masturbating 

my intuition 

is on the job slaving 

your ambitions 

are never high 

they’re predictable 

always dry 

while I can’t remember 

what I’ve read 

my intuition 

grows hotter with years

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For several weeks now, WOL website has, on occassions, been extremely slow.

I can only assume that my browser is not at fault, because other websites (not connected with WOL) which I use, appear to be working perfectly OK.

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internal countdown begins

like ants to freshly landed 

sugar crystal

like sunflower to rising sun

peeping from cover

like expectant pyjama'd tyke 

on Christmas morn

a feeling, full grown or so,

but couldn't quite shake

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The moon shines up above:

New, crescent, half, gibbous, full,

Waxing, waning,

Dodging behind a scudding cloud.

Its complete repertory,

Its whole thing.

At least they’ll never get the moon.

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Her world once ran on her behalf, 

She freely enjoyed her stuff, 

Brushing the town so confidently, 

Proudly showing her beauty. 

Walking towards a long road, 

Her body broke, 

Pain spreading deep into her bones, 

Yet she holds on to hope. 

Inside her tiny little body, 

She carries majesty,

That's what is called a baby, 

A forerunner that will l...

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I am in waves,
clapping hands,
art in/art out
of phase, the distinct
ghostshipshapeliness
of abstract lines,
appealing, revealing,
reviling, unveiling.
So much for rhyme.
Whatever comes next
came next-to-last,
whipping up wirestorms
of fountainhood,
revelling in the tines
of forking pathways,
expectantly gravid
or barren, the void
wherein, without which
we all surmount
the itchy...

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I don't like calendars. 

The constant march of weeks and months,

tracking them methodically as we go.

Fewer days for us to live. 

This morning, I awake

and brush these thoughts aside.

The light through the drapes makes no promises,

but beckons me to rise

and welcome the tiny Pacific Wrens

often seen through our window.

I check the orange tree through...

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Tremors he gave me confirmed

The heart is a muscle

Never my heart beat faster

than standing next to him

Sadly the stars didn’t align

Our hearts not in sync

Cards dealt me cruel hand

Losing both him and Mum

Find Mum’s childhood sewing kit

Anne Styles’ thread and pins

Fleshy muscle torn by grief

Sew it back together again

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W

We

had

a tree

that lived

in our garden

for most of the

year. And when it

was time, my Dad dug

it up carefully, so as not

to damage the fragile roots.

He ceremoniously set it in a big

clay pot, ballasted with stones and

packed round with soil, and placed it in

a sort of giant terracotta saucer, to catch the

water, he said, so it would stay alive for ne...

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It's almost Christmas,

It's snowing and snowflakes twirl in the winter sky.

My roof has caved in, a heavy sigh

As beams and rafters begin to cry.

It's raining and there's fog in the distance,

The rain is a gentle patter on windowpanes,

And from my window, I see lights twinkling on and off inside the fog,

Each blink a whisper, a light in the heart.

It's a sight to behold ind...

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Lying with Lego is like:

typing poems on a keyboard

and hearing music in your head. 

Lying with music is like:

waking up in the morning

and you're still alive.

Lying with life is like:

that one kite on a string

against the metro pole

and somehow makes it lie. 

Lying with you is like:

making poems with the wind.

When you want me to belong (be ...

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If you sell your soul

Can you ever get it back?

Have you ever felt something

Slipping slowly from your grasp?

When that something lost is so vast

Can you just go on?

When you're in the fight of your life

And loose, can you forgive yourself?

When life's parade passes you by

Do you bother to wave?

Can you keep asking the questions

With answers too hard to face?

Ca...

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The teacher asked the class,"What does coincidence mean?"

Hands up in the air,ready to answer,the  class were  keen.

First opportunity to answer was given to Mat.

Who said.,."That's funny I was just going to ask you that."

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What once held sway

Has perished without

Any genuine warning,

Yet those antique dreams

With the tenacious seams

Haven't ceased to pester,

And a world-weary Atlas, 

Ready to drop the ball, 

Wonders why 

Should it him befall

To be tethered thus

To the ends of Earth, 

Having to buttress 

A world half-conscious

Only half the time...

But then again, 

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My life is filled with love now, bright lights, even without all that snow

Not a romantic scent, but love nonetheless, 

I walk by the ocean,

       Consider, contemplate why I was sent for,

because I have arrived,

                            and I am fully here.

I thought I was following my heart, but that path veered sharply, suddenly          towards a staggering terrifying dea...

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Please come with me… hold my gloved hand.
Let’s stroll through a Knotty Ash Wonderland!
Knotty Ash is magical every month of the year.
But even more so now, as Christmas is near!

The Happiness Train has arrived on platform 4.
Colin and Vera arrive for their Wonderland Tour!
Then we follow the frosty Knotty Ash Signs.
That lead us to the famous Jam Butty Mines!

We turn left at Sir Ken W...

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Please read my poem in the comments.

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In a bed, she lay

So tired & so frail

Like the room itself

So colourless & pale

At least, through the window

She could see snowflakes dance

Falling in a serenade

To a winter's night romance

Her bed sores burned like hell

In this purgatory of self

A forgotten thing called living

Lay dormant on its shelf

But the snow fell so dreamlike

And wh...

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A year unfolds where silence reigned supreme,

A hollow life devoid of hope’s faint gleam.

No voices called, no hands reached out in kind,

To soothe the scars etched deep within my mind.

So-called companions faded, turned to mist,

Their fleeting presence barely had me missed.

I dialed their numbers, waited by the phone,

But met a cold, unyielding dial tone.

Acquain...

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like the smooth easy words of a

scurrilous lover, the promise

of this morning’s pale pinks

and blues have come to nought

leaving the sky dull, bland and

unsatisfyingly monochrome,

~

the chill is at low single figures

pinched by a keen breeze,

so, I don a heavier coat and

more sensible shoes to search

for a holly bush with berries,

~

close to the railway lin...

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Naked-It’s the most vulnerable state to be. 
So I undressed myself 
The bed Is the most comforting place to be when you have nowhere else to go
So I pulled back the covers and wept 
I wept for all the art I hadn’t made 
I wept for the brokenness inside 
For my brother
For the waste that has been my twenties 
And all the things I may never get to do 
I wept because I was numb and because I...

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(Inspired by a typo)

Do not stand at my grave and wee.
I'm damp enough. Just let me be.
You said you'd pour the finest wine
In tribute to these bones of mine;
So was it some stupendous thirst
That prompted you to drink it first?
Please note my epitaph (it's final!)
Does not contain the word "urinal".
Do not stand at my grave and wee.
I'll haunt your ass, I guarantee.

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Put that shit on Pinterest 

A show for the internet

I feel he's losing interest

I'll put you both to the test

Let the truth destroy the rest

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When the tick is tocking

and time calls louder

and I have to choose

this path

that desire

so I ask myself

'what is it that I truly want

from this life?'

I have wanted for so much, and yet so little...

Knowing, I invoke gratitude

for kind hearts

strong hands

cool heads

my own saints and saviours

in the pit stops of my travels.

I yearn for warm bones -

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Mid month

as a good a time as any other

to write of howling winds that smother

Every hint

of comfort and the daily norms

to replace them all with Darragh's storms

Which break

the trees which crash and fall upon

wires, and thus: the village power has gone

And then

in every room in every country cottage

is darkness from the lack of wattage

No h...

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Like fine friends whose company I crave,
I cherish the seasons, each one a wave;
Their unique characters, in colors they dress,
They shape my moods, some joy, some distress.

In winter's warm hug, the sun sets me free,
With hiking through dreams, wild as can be;
The heart, an enthusiast, reaching for light,
Wrapped in the comfort of long, cozy nights.

Oh, for summer morni...

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Sim-ply ha-ving a wonderful Christmas time

The Travelator hums with Advent cheer

I got all my gifts on Amazon Prime

Tesco’s delivered the wine, the beer

I have been vaccinated against Seasonal Stress

And McCartney on the Public Address

Don’t make me go to Lapland

Wherever that may be

For the holidays I have nothing planned

I might stop at Terminal Three

You can leave ...

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PURSUE TRANSPARENCY

In veils of secrecy the captured states

Obscure the havens of the ultra-rich,

Who claim to hover in their global cloud;

Untouched, untaxable and out of reach.

They slip through loopholes spun, in legal webs,

By spider lawyers, lobbyists, - with bribes.

They loot our assets; dodge, evade and hide;

And multiply their influence round the globe.

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WHATS WRONG WITH ME?

By the Urban Poet

What’s wrong with me?

If only I could see what others can see

Does it matter that over beer

I sometimes choose tea?

You see I thought I was free

But in everything I seem to do

That doesn’t appear to be the case

we’re all in a race

to be the perfect face

Obsessed by the need for information

With a determination

to succeed...

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Sticking to a theme instead of writing what comes to mind
I'd simply put pen to paper and let the thoughts flow fully
Having an idea to think to is unnatural and code breaking
Let me write as though I am indeed free

Voyage to the caverness depths of everything
Float above the shallow reality of living
Shackled by 
Oh, the cream of this doughnut is filling

Dark but bright 
Light but gr...

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In your eyes, I see the sun, serene and rare,
Where light, in its colors, becomes a garden bright,
And in your gestures, clear enchantments flare,
Like a thousand flowers dancing in the light.

Ah, you are the flower the heavens gave to earth,
Growing in pure grace, in shape and hue,
Like the lily deep in fields of endless worth,
Spreading the fragrance of an eternal view.

In your smile...

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Putting the flash into flash fiction for this festive poem!

Boxing day

A day of cheer

Till his lucky boxers

Disappear

A desperate search 

Both high and low 

He can't back down 

Nowhere to go

The fight draws near

The crowd awaits 

Without his shorts 

It's left to fate 

He's fearing failure 

Doubt creeps in

Without his shorts 

How can he win?

B...

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In the haze of booze and heated words,

We said things that still echo.

The truth got twisted and wielded in our fight.

And love took cover, out of sight.

Now in the light the battle scars are many, wounds quarterised, but still fresh.

hearts still yearn,

For the warmth, the laughter, the sweet return.

I’m ready now to change my ways,

No more snarky comments or “oops, b...

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For my Father

In dreams my father is with me.

He lives in his nightmare wide awake.

In dreams my legs buckle.

He falls in his nightmare.

I see him, we cannot speak,

his frail hands outstretched to his child.

His hanging mouth a cave

with all his life inside, forgotten.

Asleep in his bed like amber in linen,

withered by time and ages rot.

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Mary

She pulled her shawl tighter around her
A mother should never have to outlive her child
There at the beginning and the end

She thought about her ex
A gentle man, good with his hands
Who never questioned her unexpected pregnancy
There’s nothing more working class, he’d laughed
Than giving birth in a barn

She pulled her shawl tighter around her
And remembered the starlight
The ...

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I’ll admit, at first, it was the curves I saw,
A fat ass, a glance, a moment that caught.
But love, I found, wasn't built on that—
It’s not the surface, not the trap.

A pretty face, so sweet and bright,
Made me commit, held me tight,
But deep inside, I stayed the same,
Unchanged, still playing the game.

Then came the girl with the soul so pure,
Her laughter, her heart—so sweet, so sur...

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serpent track the path

along this tattooed skin

greasy fingers flare to touch

dirty hands that reach within

blackened verdant earth to call

the cry of silenced swan

a million silent hours spent

to choke the dying song

There are reports that say there have been 320 thousand children who have crossed the US southern border and have been released without fa...

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I flew to Rome and landed among pints of stout at O'Mahoney's Bar, along with a posse of British tourists.

Jamie, a Scotsman resplendent in a kilt, beamed with delight when the band played Whisky in the Jar.

But a stern-faced man of Kent commented, 'The Irish didn't help us in the war,' and the landlord looked furious.

Then a white-haired Italian stood by a fading photograph, featuring a ...

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Letting go of physicality is difficult,

Letting go of physicality is beautiful.

The physical is wondrous--

a bird in flight,

caw-caw,

a song at night,

melody settling into the eve.

The physical is laborious--

things break, things decay, ceaseless entropy.

But some things last,

we stumble upon them in archeological digs in our homes--

a card of love written long ago...

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Under the golden boughs of ancient trees, autumn sighs,  
As leaves descend in a swirling, endless ballet,  
The earth receives them with a gentle embrace,
withering compost pile.
 

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My father, who art in heaven

And filleth my life

Hallowed be thy name,

Thy kingdom come

Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven

May it take precedence over my heart’s desires

Give me this day my daily bread

And Take that that no longer serves me

Forgive me my sins as I forgive those who sin against me

Lead me not into temptation 

Temptation to revenge 

Temptat...

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If peotry were a love song

rhythmic passion would bleed through every verse

The evening light gracing on her skin 

Timeless beauty of love unbroken 

In the stillness 

With my arm firmly around her waist 

And a gentle caress of my nose along her ear

If poetry were suffering 

The clanking of every track

The distruction by every missle

The hum of every drone 

The...

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Bogof

     I have not been to Earth for nigh on three decades now,

   out here only the renegades prosper while I am

      nothing but a toy for curiosity’s sake,

        inter-stellar has always been there but,

  too long I took to understand the dopple -

       and double trouble and their persistent game of psychology.

     I am so tired now, even the self soothin...

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