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A love supreme

Oh Lord, my God,  I fell asleep,

No longer in a state of grace,

No longer a beautiful woman, 

No longer a poet, beloved by the Emperor,

I am a harlot, like Mary Magdalene,
A sister of the Christ - dazzled by the myrrh,
By an acre of sorcery,

Destroyed by a terrible moon
By the time of the month; by everything being too late, or too soon.

By the phases of the moon.
Give me you...

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Also by John E Marks:

Written near water | THE TIME TORN MAN | Digital love: Digital grief | As the light declines | the speech of angels | Reading the signs | Ecrasez l’infâme | The rhythm of a dream | UNVEILING THE HEART | Regret | Sylvia's Father says | Torn | Irish Times | Tender is the Night | Commitment | An august poem | Place of Recovery | Dead end street | OH, WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD | The apothecary's nightmare | So you think you can tell heaven from hell? | Only love can break your heart | KURDISH POEM: 1492 | ABOVE: THE VAULTED SKY | Out on the currant bun - in an elephant's trunk. | ANGELUS BELL | PROPERTY IS THEFT | Insomnia | Aberfan: in remembrance | stormy weather | Buddhas of Bamiyan, Resurrected as Holograms | Chiaroscuro | A drinking man | Running for my life |

Can You See The Ships at Sea

The darkness finally comes

after a long battle

Two ships sail pass

this ocean blue

Sailing past each other

into the sunset

Keeping my eyes on the blue

it's all I can see

There are no ships for me

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Also by kimberly:

You Never Cease To Captivate Me | The Basis of My Character(s) | All I Need | Secrets | 1-2-3 | This Too Shall Pass | In a Sea of Lonely Nights | Poetry Readings | Romance is Dead | Clouds Dancing in the Sky | Shelter from the Storm | Exposed | Seize the Moment | Great Expectations | War Stories | Get Lost in the Pouring Rain | Think of Me |

A Song for Europe

In fifteen eighty eight the Spanish navy came to fight,

to claim the crown King Philip thought was his god-given right.

Now millions of us fly to Spanish islands in the sun.

The wars are long forgotten, the Armada is long gone.

 

So sing for Europe, sing for peace, and sing to make amends.

Let’s raise a glass of sangria to all our Spanish friends.

 

The French are nearer ne...

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Corona virus concern

The train station and airport in Wuhan,China have been shut down,

Wuhan has been the epi centre of the outbreak I sadly frown.

Corona virus a  public health issue of global concern,

Visitors to China put into quarantine on their return.

 

Manchester is twinned with Wuhan take heed,

Nearly 5000 students from China the universities feed.

Millions of Chinese travel for the lunar ...

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Also by hugh:

Boris' mounting debts | A turning point | Stop before your Op ! | The grief of a newly married husband | Give your health a boost in twenty twenty |

What is it that makes me love you?

What it is that makes me love you,
in this inexplicable connection,
that while you sleep I would abduct your heart?

What it is that makes me love you?

Without offering anything, only these nights of memories,
you to enter into my body silently,
reincarnated in the monologue of my dreams

I would die for a kiss from you, if necessary...
a kiss on the tenuous thread of dawn,
there clos...

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lovepassion

The Tattered Umbrella

 

Moonbeam fades
and dark clouds invade
raindrops fall at the
rain soaked feet..
The umbrella of friendship
tattered with holes
refuse to protect me today..

Thoughts run back
to another dark night,
where it rained as fiercely as now..
Yes, I was soaked, that day too
not from the umbrella- yet not tattered-
but from trying to protect a friend
from the cascading rain..
The raindro...

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loss of friendshiplove

A Better World

We should all feel safe when in the street.
Wherever we may go and whoever we meet.
And if there's one thing that should be clear,
We should not go outside while we live in fear.

Yes, all the people have the right
To live in peace and without a fight.
And it is our right to go out somewhere
To feel secure and free of care.

And I do hope to have an expectation
That people shall have mo...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Lawyers - Victims or Villains | Differences | Movies | Is there a God? | Masks We Wear | Our Countryside | A New Year |

HopeSafetyStuart VannerThe Streets

Dogs Do Not Read

 

 

Read to your children

but do not read to your dog

your children will always remember

your dog will just scratch

and take a nap

 

dogs are not literary animals

they'd sooner chase cars

or watch the Nature Channel

on TV

 

they do not care for books

even coloring books

 

they have their eye

on squirrels and birds

and other creatures

that co...

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Also by d.knape:

Goodbye Fly | Wild Oats | Nut & Bolt | Clutter | The Little Lutheran Church | Customer Survey | Sudden Stops | SIMPLICITY | What Makes A Boy | So Brief A Life | The Hearing-Impaired Line | Paperboy Quarterback | ICE | Cold Reality | Washing Away The Blues | The Smell Of Old Books | The Cliffs Of Norfolk | Working Stiff | What's Good About Old Age | Cash & Credit---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | Waves of Poems | Plastic Jesus | His Own Little World | ROOTS | Song Of The Wild Geese | Fish & Visitors | RAINBOWS | Margins | Refurbished Poem | Going To Get The Mail |

THE MASTERPLAN AND OTHER FOLLIES

Subjugation and extinction

a fine aim indeed.

A small price to pay

for a masterplan to take shape

 

Domination without question

a fine aim

not without its problems.

 

The amnesia of evil

a small price to pay

for the haunting of the past.

 

Of course it had to fail

but it was thought necessary at the time

and now the ghosts have risen up

 

a small ...

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Also by ray pool:

POST GRADUATION |

Pressure

This life has been painful and filled with sorrow

Spent a lot of nights wishing for no tomorrow

Curating a resume that makes me seem successful

Constantly feeling like I’m not living up to my potential

The pressure I put on myself is unbelievably stressful

Feeling worthless unless I’m chasing a credential

 

Acting like I’m smart, but I must be faking

Repeating the actions t...

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new year

Never ending roundabout discussions

Every reunion going nowhere

Endless frustrations with each repeat

Always about you, never about me

You never saw that but agreed when I said

You don’t need to respect my wishes for no contact

Just respect me

I respect me and nowhere together is now somewhere alone

Happier me

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PERDITION

When I see the words "Poetry Competition"

I envisage the portals of poetical perdition.

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

SEMANTICS AND PEDANTICS - AN ONLINE NEWS REPORT | LIFE TODAY | YOU ARE THE MUSIC - revised (currently being recorded) | DAYS OF WHINE AND POSES | TOO MUCH TRAVELLING | MUSIC IS MEDICINE FOR THE MIND |

FORGET ABOUT IT

When you remember a past event

The actual event you do not recall

Your brain is remembering the last time you remembered it

So perhaps it never happened at all

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Also by Joe Marcello:

THE EASE OF SLEAZE | TAKE A STAB AT IT | TIME FOR NOTHING | DRESSED TO KILL |

Under Parrs Wood

Under Parr’s Wood

A Poem inspired by Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas, as read by Richard Burton, and set on Burton Road in Didsbury…

 

To begin at the beginning…or the end of the road, which is a kind of a beginning.

It is Spring, and the mosque stands guard, though few burqas promenade its street or frequent its bars. Its spire punctures the sky, echoes of the old Methodist Chapel and...

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Also by mike booth:

Grim up North? |

Sefton Park

To Sefton Park, I have visited today.
But it was so different in every way!
I bought a coat hanging from a tree.
It didn't fit my friend but it fitted me!

Magically it turned colour once worn.
It was a beautiful coat, cosy and warm.
Trees we then saw in a pair they came.
Record breaking with a strange name.

We had never heard that name before.
Shelter they gave as the rain did pour.
...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

Seems Like Yesterday | The Fly | 'Mr July' | Mary |

Courage

It's been a hard day

Smiling pretending everything is fine

If I pretend it feels better

If I do it enough it hurts less

I haven't texted you all day

I haven't ran to you

I keep telling myself I don't need you anymore

I keep telling myself I don't love you

But a voice in my head keeps saying, " Be patient, be kind, show yourself self-love."

Then I look at my arm the word ...

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Also by Jacqueline L Elias:

Letting Go | Warrior of God | I Love Me | Urge | I Forgot |

courageemotional painheartbreakLasting Hopeself-lovestrength

Ignore my halty words,

My pain tinged sorrow.

My words are too lucid...

too funny ....

I know.

Then you are ignoring

Your very own-

Love,

Pain,

Life,

Separation,

Society.

And a part of yours may be.

So, I have to agree its no poem at all,

at all.

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Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:

Promise |

If I were!!

If I could paint the picture of love

It would have the generous eyes like yours

The truthful lips with your pinkish texture

And the image submerged in your fragrance

 

If I could sing a song of love

The lyrics would quote your lovely name

And the words would spell the memories you left

Each sentence would have your rhythmic heart beat

 

If I could take a stroll in the...

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Fiercely

I’m grateful for the time I got,
Lord knows I never thought I’d amount to a lot,
But I’m happy, with what I’ve achieved given that I never even thought I’d get a shot,
And all those misspent days of youth,
Where I burnt the candle at both ends and in the middle,
 Mean that it’s no riddle why I am the way am, that’s just the truth,
And if I needed proof I’d see my Doctor,
Or ask anyone that ...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Years, Miles And Sunlit Smiles | Show Me Your Brave Face | The Temple Ruins | River's Edge | Spoken Fears & Token Tears | 2 to 1 | Triggered | True Names | Yesterdays Tomorrows | Four Rings |

Arc of Silence

A recent visit to majestic Saint Petersburg was the catalyst for this rumination.

 

Arc of Silence

Please hold my hand

Until you're completely sure

That you understand; I am

Not as I was (quoting Hitchen

As his death drew near).

 

Please hear my pleas, comprehension

Being the triumph of years

Expended or forlorn. Draw

Down the blinds that obscure

A countenanc...

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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Outside Painters | Nirvana |

BBC Radio York on Friday evening 31st January

Text post, and 'at work' :(

I'm on the airwaves @8.20pm Friday during the Harry Whittaker show - reading Mudland - although I did record the audio in a very creepy voice, I'm very sorry about that.  wish me luck!

Mat

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BBCgreat fame momentcelebrity member

Still here

Today is not over yet,

Which means yesterday may have been the hardest day of your life,

As if you were driving down a never-ending dead end, stuck in reverse;

But you are still here.

 

You can’t recall the time your mother held you out of the bedroom window,

The blaze within threatening to scorch you, your cradle and home,

The scent of smoke on your baby clothes has long sinc...

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Also by Graham Parker and his musings:

Into the Blue |

beliefhopesupport

IDENTITY OF AN UNKNOWN MAN

BORN,AN UNIDENTIFIED ONE

WILL DIE ,AS UNKNOWN MAN.

 

MOTHER IS WITH NO MORE

TO LAMENT OR MOURN .

FATHER IS QUITE AFAR

TO BE AN APPRICIATE FAN.

 

BROTHER WILL NOT BOTHER

EVEN WILL NOT THINK TO BARTER

SISTER WILL NOT FEEL SORRY

AND SHE WILL NOT BE IN WORRY.

 

SON WILL NOT SHUN

AS HIS LIFE BECAME A FUN,

DAUGHTER WILL NOT FEEL DEPARTURE

AS SHE HAD DEPART...

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How Cruel Are You

Children sent into the unknown . Miles from where they were born . Miles away from home . Movement of Children in care . Cruelty at the Core . Sent away from their Birthplace . To destinations unknown . To be shunned treated with contempt . Used Abused and in the unknown . No one to love them . No one to care and Share . Without the love all children need to make them feel secure . To have a stabl...

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Also by Wendy A Higson:

A Monopoly Of Victims | Is It Too Late | Condemned | Living in Cloud Cuckoo Land | Overgate Hospice |

Oxford Comma

The mint is rousing incandescent ire

to prompt a famous writer’s Twitter shout,

with grammar nazis fuelling the fire,

because an Oxford comma’s been left out.

 

They’ve struck a coin to honour Brexit day

and that’s what all the brouhaha’s about;

‘cause many of these angry people say

the Oxford comma shouldn’t be left out.

 

There’s just as many say there is no need,

...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

January | Accusation |

SILENCE

Silence eats at my soul

Others share truths I can not reveal

blind to how the information makes me feel

Trapped in the truth

no way out

Held captive by the lies

I can not look the offender

in the eyes

And say "I know"

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Connected

When I go for a walk, I don't just walk. I watch. I watch the clouds drift by effortlessly across the sky. I see people, animals, birds in the trees. Standing, walking, watching, just like me.

When I go for a walk, I don't just walk, I listen. I listen to the sound of the cars speeding by me. The planes flying high above me, the noise of the children playing joyfully. Moving freely, just like m...

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Doctor Death and the New Faces

Elizabeth Woodville is my first nursing placement,

a spot where a man might be put and forgotten.

Sister Wesson’s routine with every new student

is to introduce the bed corners and curtains

then leave them to chat with some random person.

 

And so I’m conversing with one Howard Sargent;

he’s sharing a fag with a fellow patient,

who’s called Doctor Death - we’re already acqu...

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My Dad Said 3

'Cynthia, Honey,

Life is not all tea and roses.

Sometimes, it's slops and skunk cabbage.'

 

And Mum would add a line,

'Deal with it.'

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

May Morning | Winter Trees | Man in a Crowd | My Dad Said 2 | The Waiting Room | Thoughts in Daylight |

The Bad Artist

 

something like an eye charmed them 
down from the sky
twenty-four Canada geese jostling
petrified gods and unicorns
around a garden pond

the boldest took the plunge
and all hell broke loose
fortyeight wings fought for space
resembling a spitting cooking pot
our birds boiled alive for goose stew

the bad artist originally concieved,
his faery-tale landscape growing with each step...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

(untitled) | Untitled | Ross's Poem | Rigour | This Poem | Hearts And Minds | You Are Here |

Paris 1944, 2004

‘Tenez bon. Nous arrivons,’

the liberators told the restless Resistance

in messages dropped from the sky.

 

Von Choltitz held firm, defying

Hitler’s demand to fire the city.

‘Come quickly,’ he urged the Allies.

 

Laval and Petain fled as Paris rose;

hundreds died before the ceasefire.

Sixty years on, our Friday Eurostar

 

from Waterloo packed with rugby fans.

...

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Also by Greg Freeman:

Expats | January Swear Box | The black beach | PANTO! |

The (not so) Happy Place

They tell me, “time heals all wounds” 

But I’m not sure that’s quite true 

When the 5’11” wound that needs healing 

Is the absence of you 

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Also by Cait Abbott:

3 Lines | The Weakness | A Little Distance (will do us some good) | Message In A Broken Bottle | Torture |

Dreadnought

Dreadnought

 

We crossed the Chantry Bridge

As the Calder boiled beneath

And a drifting, chilling mist

Hung heavy on the heath

We came from far and wide

Marching all together

To gather at Belle Vue

Despite the dank, inclement weather

 

There were grandfathers and fathers

There were mothers, daughters, sons

Hand in hand in heavy coats

As the frost caressed ...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

NEW POETRY OPEN MIC NIGHT IN WAKEFIELD | Jingle Jangle | In Other News | resolution |

1960'slocal rivalryrugby leaguesupporterwakefield trinitywinter game

Too deep

I really wish I went to college 
I can’t believe I trusted that bitch
But was it love or just a lack of knowledge 
Shit hurt my heart seeing my big brother 
Cuff a bitch that had mileage 
He went to jail, she told him I tried to fuck ha
Ian even have no money 
So ion even know why the butch was lying 
Niggas buy anything a bitch tell em when they in jail  
But damn big Jevo Ian even have ...

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Lovehatepaindepressed

Hard Times

We’ve been here before;

suck it up,

be the man.

You’ll get more

as you grow.

Revisiting moments

with frames of pain

loaded in hard times.

You ain’t the only

nor it is the last,

you’ll survive,

but do you learn?

Yell, scream, cry…

whatever the fuck you do

don’t lose focus.

You aren’t ignored young blood

they’ve gat pressing shit to handle,

make you...

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Don't look back (don't ever do that)

 

Don't look back

don't ever do that

the past lives there

with its wild despair,

its puddles of pity

all dark and gritty.

There's joy there too,

and patches of blue.

The mean ol' reds,

where you lost your head. 

A kaleidescope of feeling

to keep you reeling.

 

Be where you stand,

see what's at hand:

marvels to see,

new ways to be,

colors so cle...

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Also by trixtex:

Sparkle Sun |

colorpastpresent

Open letter to god

Are you there god?

Are you sure?

What gives life

To all the poor?

When your all good.

Why do we have

So much blood?

When your sat in heaven

Why kill our children?

When your so sublime

Why make life like

A poor mans mime?

If you answer prayer.

Why give cancer

Its ghastly lair?

You’ve lost your touch.

Its all too much.

When there’s so much war.

W...

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Mr. Rogers

As I sit on the couch thinking of what makes me relevant

I think back and can’t remember what was the last thing I did excellent

I could take a page out of the worlds book and think of the successes of others 

Or I can relay my own success until I expose all of their vexes

Mr. Rogers came to my mind with a spurge of loathing but then I remembered how monumental his memory has come to b...

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Also by Miguel Soto:

A New Day | Stories |

Golem

Pretty much the only poem I have that is appropriate for Holocaust Memorial Day.

(Artwork: "Rabbi Loew and the Golem", from "The Prague Golem: Jewish Stories from the Ghetto", ed. Harald Salfellner, Vitalis, 2016. The artist is uncredited)

 

Golem

(Prague, 1939)

 

For centuries I’ve lain here undisturbed,
this synagogue’s hushed attic my bedchamber,
the life-spark in me stilled...

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poetryJewish folkloreHolocaustmemorial

WE ARE MILLENNIAL SNOWFLAKES

(The counterpart to my previous "We are the Baby Boomers")

 

We are Millennial Snowflakes

So PC and woke

Always wearing pained expressions

Suffering from acute depression

Being young is oh-so stressful

Life’s beyond a joke

There’s no-one suffers more than me

Why, yesterday most cruelly

I got no signal on 4G

I need a snort of coke.

 

And we Millennial Snowflak...

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Also by John Coopey:

WE ARE THE BABY BOOMERS | MILEPOSTS | YER NOTCUTTS SCONE | LOOK WHAT THEY DONE TO MY THONG, MA | I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW MY SPECS HAVE COME | THE MAN | "YA CHEAP LOUSY FAGGOT" | OH JEREMY |

CONFUSED

I didn't ask for this.

I didn't ask to show me a glimpse of happiness. 

I didn't ask to show me how love could feel. 

But now, 14 days into the new year I got to experience it. 

 

I got to experience the butterflies.

I got to experience a genuine smile. 

I got to experience what fate looked like. 

What destiny felt like. 

 

I was happy. 

I was giddy. 

I was hope...

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Also by SNR ❤:

MAMA CALLED ME DESTRUCTIVE |

Girls and their phones

Sonething I have wanted to write about for some time now.  Here is first attempt:

 

Train, tram, bus, car, walking or whatever,

You will see what this poem is about,

just as clearly as the weather.

 

Girls on their phones.

Girls who are perhaps so forlorn.

Girls who might be so alone,

Just like dogs without their bones.

 

Epidemic that has spread nationwide,

and...

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Also by David Addington:

British Steel | Ode to the Lem | Here Lies 1985 | Back to the primitive | This is the six O'Clock news |

mobile phonesmodern life

Talisman

I found that old crate full of

dried Black Walnuts you left

acrid and hard

little balls of ancient elephant skin

I took one

to drop among the folds

of your coffin

perhaps tuck it under your sleeve

No prying undertaker

or sanctimonoius son

would ever see it

But I couldn't find you there

you seemed long gone from that polished

joke of a room

So

When the w...

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Also by Charles M Cann:

The Matriarchs | Xmas 1992 | Bone |

Words

Syllables paint the walls

a coherent mess

fumbling from corner to corner,

eroding my haven.

Skin scraped by sharp rhetoric’s

that bounce from surfaced stone,

hard and beating.

I want a smothering of hard plaster

to heal the wounds.

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Also by Hannnah:

The Light Box | Two Thousand And Eight | Recall |

Lessons

Learning won't stop

After uni, college or school

You may reach the top

Yet still feel a fool

For each day

Brings new teachers

In many a disguise

Though sadness

Will feature

In the end

You'll be wise

We're all learning

Lessons

Just not in a class

We find out 

The best things

From our days

As they pass

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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Sussexit | Eggs before hearts | The writing process |

life lessons

Shadow Dancing

My shadow dances with yours 

in the abyss of silence, 

head down, darkness all around,

waltzing towards sparks of light

from our melded soul.

https://youtu.be/iqpJR654pCw

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Also by Vautaw:

Swim with Me | Lonely Girl | Dear John | TAG | Two Lives | Disappearing Ink | Ghost | A Thousand Years of Peace |

dancingdarknesslightrelationshipssoulmates

Change

They seek shelter from the rain

In the doorways of the city

Although the lights shine so bright

Believe for them it's far from pretty

Watching the world pass them by

In a kaleidoscope of grey

Feeling like nobody notices them

As we continue with our day

All they ask for is a moment

Someone to stop and talk

Providing them with some comfort

From life's painful, lonely...

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HomelessnessPovertyStruggle

50 dollars buys less every day (01/25/2020)

this old couch 
a rested place 
of day dreams :
A sanctum for the spittle of birds 
breaking in with the early dawn. 

and each window, in the winter 
a mouth of frost, 
vignettes of cold rolling thru the glass with ease 

i can feel my breath on my teeth
heating and cooling these tines
tuning truths on a good day 
hoping for just
 white lies on all the rest :
mild discomforts, acid...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

some of these are lies in the future (01/17/2019) |

Crowbars and where to find them

You

No one could come close to you in my eyes it's you 

I think about you constantly, with out you life is blue

you tease sometimes you hurt my feelings, I cry 

Yet with out you I would curl up and just die

you are my everything, my love, my man yes you

I could walk away from anything except you,  my glue

 

 

 

 

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Also by The_Northern_Lass:

Grandad | Insomnia. | Crystal | Tree of death | Two Angels | I am still here | She woke up dead | Snow | Floaters in the eye | Boy on a platform 4 | Girl on a platform | Boy on a platform 3 | Boy on a platform 2 | Boy on a platform 1 | Peace | 2012 | (untitled) | Extra Extra | Diet | Diet Prayer | My Friend Phil | Last Night | Wanna be a star | Hate | Lottery | Aunty Fanny’s Funeral | Fashion | Bangladesh | Granny | Poetry | Cold Sore | It’s All Gone | Miss Polly | Shop Sale | Pie From Wigan | Dead Roses | Platform Shoes | Valentine | Mannequin lover | Mam | Taken | Fortune Teller | Gossip | Tinitus | Glass Houses | John No More | DEATH | My Child | Dieters Poem | Dirty Windows | Mother Earth | Marie The Poet | Twin Sisters | War | Menopause | Shingles | Lucky lucky lucky | Not me, dont judge | Obesity the silent cry |

got your letterLove

The love is painful but also good

my self it calls itself as such
making way alone, untouched
just fleeting joy when she creates
predictable, a single's fate

then my other comes, falters on fissures
languidly warms, fulfills heart's wishes

yet seeping comfort into space
where always open, felt nothing save
now pricks with pain at such expanse
for place to love must be enhanced

 

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loveselfselfish

Will Ponder

The will ponder

to cross that line

the will prowess 

to force a feeling

The will patience 

to not end it all

the will pain

To not feel the heat

the will pride

to see your inside

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The Busy Fool

From poetry album A Healing For Gaia

www.deanfrasercentral.com

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Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:

The Short-Term Memory | The Quantum Poet... |

inspirationpoetryfreedom

My Mother in Law

My Mother in Law

 

My Mother in Law is a woman of substance

not to be messed with or ignored

A matriarchal figure who rules the roost

woe betide those who challenge her spirit

Confrontation with her achieves little indeed

her stoicism is utterly remarkable

As is her intellect and wit

never to be underestimated or side lined

A mother, a grandmother, a linguist and more

...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Images Lost | Perspectives | A Vacant Room | A Dream of no Consequence |

A graveyard of hate

Your words were used as weapons to knock me off my feet 

Bruised and battered emotions untill I admit defeat

Narcissistic ego embedded in your viens

A graveyard of emotions

forthcoming to inflict pain

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Also by Zoëlla:

Love goes on and on |

What will you do?

what will you do 
him sitting across from you
talking bad about me
even though it's truthful

will you stop him
because he doesn't know me
or will you just sit there content
with silent Glee

will you stop and think 
about the times we shared. 
like the times on the blanket
outside the open air

Boom! Crack! 
as the colors clash
radiance, truly brilliant
as I see them from your b...

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Capability

The Climate is changing, affecting the whole world,

affecting every living thing on the Earth,

with very many losers, most of whom will be

unrealised, unrecognised and uncounted.

 

Climate stats start with the number of people who

are impacted – nations displaced, islands gone, plains

flooded, livelihoods destroyed and peoples distraught

and we hear of folk’s plight weekly,...

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Also by Rich:

Pulling Drays | Too Late | Judgement |

climate change

Why do you deny me this.

Why do you deny me this?

My separation, my desire to be left alone.

Why do you invade my life?

Like a parasite, you drink me dry.

I want to feel myself, my emotions.

I want to know who I am and who I want to become.

Yet.

Every time you bring my world crashing down.

Falling, breaking, shattering you worm your way back.

You did no wrongs is what is forever repeated.

You...

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I am unsinkable


I AM UNSINKABLE BY Danny Giesbrecht
My life is an ocean and my body the vessel I sail.
My soul was a lonely passenger fore in my past things would just seem to fail.
And my pain were the ice Berg's in an unruly sea.
But my heart is the will of fire that my mother and father passed down to me .
Me and my vessel are so thankful fore many ice Berg's have smashed my Hull.
The fighting could ne...

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Mystic

Most of the hustle plays are done without knowledge
Invisible neglect of the improper eye
That strives into motion beneath the footings lie
As savior to project, doing heavy haulage

Can the grace of the lords be the blessings in bells
That ring the truthfulness of the moment that passed
As the loud voices moan for the cries of outcast
That completes the journey as we walk on egg shells

...

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Also by Louis Audet:

Let's go silly | Random thoughts | Differences | Beyond current battle | Last one | Storyboard | Work in review - 2019 | La peinture |

Wall Painter

She painted her walls, blue and red

As the fall launched into her flat

His spirit, brought by the evening sun, 

a beam of light, 

scattering through the small windows 

of the backyard house on hazy days

It made her face her solitude.

 

And finally winter came 

and stepped into the rooms:

 

The past enteres the present 

the present decents into the past. 

The ...

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Screaming Silently

Oh I see 
See you screaming silently
Silently in the meadow
Where I used to go
Inorder to glow
Tangled with hook
But all it took
Was my pace 
And gave me some grace
In a sudden blow
Making me slow
Grow the voice came
All I felt was shame
Shame admist the gods
Leaving me with my odds
Odds creating difference
And I was the reference
In-defence 
I was left alone
As I moan.

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Also by Kritarth Jaiswal:

Traps | Only Prey! | Deaf's Eye! | The Seer |

To Know

When they see me, they won’t see the cracks.

Sealed up like sunlit stained glass 

They’ll see only them.

Not this past.

 

I won’t be the person I was before it happened

And I won’t be the person I was because it happened.

I’ll just be me. 

 

The truth?

 

Ever since I couldn’t find that one word no.

I’ve been trying to come to terms with myself,

Reintroduce me...

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The Moribund Poinciana

She was a spectacular tree.
People called her the flame of the forest,
for she was obviously striking, vivid and classy.

I need not narrate the superlative majesty
of the flame – tree, for one time or the other
we have all been breath-taken by her peerless glamor.

What matchless artistry!

I am here to quickly share
my ruminative gloom for that lovely assembly
of flower, leaf and woo...

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Also by Chandra S.:

Downstream Corollaries | The Pain of Passion | Catalysis | No Dice |

sadlossdisintegration

APPRECIATION

APPRECIATION

had a bad
attititude
no grace
or gratitude
came from a place
of greed
what was in it
for me
complain about the cards
i was dealt
oh so sorry
for myself i felt
couldn't fly
on one wing
boohoo and cry
didn't have any bling
only ball i caught
was thrown with a curve
never got
what i thought i deserved
whined a lot
about life
a childhood
of strife
no goals
no p...

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Also by cindylee loucks:

BACK AGAIN | PHOTOS & WORDS |

POEMS3 by cindy lee loucks

Wake up teachers we are not all the same

50 minit lessons secondary school college
50 minutes to pass on your knowledge
Lesson plan organised for class ..a plan is wishful thinking
Some brains expanding ..others shrinking
When your plan doesnt go to plan
Some understand more than others can
I take it that was not in your plan
One boy has only written out the date
Forgotten equipment and turned up late
You assume his rebellion an...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

The Spaceship part 1 |

Adhdautismschools

When did I sign up for this?

The stress the strain and endless pain

Is normal in a world where sun is rain

Where white is black

and you daren’t look back

or answer when they say “hey what’s up?”

When was it that for all this I signed up?

 

Don’t get me wrong I do the caring

not for money or gifts but for love and sharing,

and promises I made on that special day

but hey!  When did I sign up for th...

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Also by Rick Varden:

Moby Dick | Hopes and Fears | Gratitude |

To Fly

It's been a while since I dove

deep into the world of poetry. 

It's been a while since I wrote

words that meant something to me

for everyone else to see. 

I forgot how it felt to put myself on display. 

To feel the words under my wings and fly. 

I disappeared into reality, never to be seen again. 

I swam in vast oceans of my thoughts. 

I drove across highways of expectat...

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t h e. dismissal.

 

Jan folded the letter

running a finger

along its crease.

 

She looked up-

somebody was

explaining functionality:

 

She stared at the

new argument written

on the white board

 

then returned to the letter

the fold:

 

another plane pressing

and creasing

vertices missing

corners peaking...

 

She sighing.

 

His orientation with her

...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

BREXIT:. A learners guide |

The Hit

The hit came today,

A tidal wave that broke the barrier.

The hit came today,

An unbearable pain I tried to cover.

The hit came today,

Suddenly and forcefully, out of the blue.

The hit came today,

And my fragile heart broke in two.

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Also by Ashleigh Davies:

Step Out | Beautiful Light |

You are

A heavenly body are you

with your silken wings

and your golden hair.

 

A steady ship are you

with your strong bow

and your billowing sail.

 

A strong tree are you

with your skyward stare

and your deep rooted tail.

 

A beautiful creature are you

with your celestial smile

and your gossamer veil.

 

An ephemeral star are you

with your breathless frail...

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Un-nation | Death of cruelty |

Untitled

It's a new season love

Time to evolve again

Time to set out; create new memories

Theres a universe out there waiting for you

If only you could see yourself from before

Then you'd know nothing can stop you

The sun moon and stars bow for you to bloom

You've come too far to back down

Too strong to drown 

Shine on...Shine on... young love

 

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ShinegoalsHappinessdream

A Story

A Story

 

The signals, at first, were random, but as time passed they became more frequent, almost urgent. Finally ready, Sherman gathered his men. No longer could they ignore the situation. It was time. The light was calling to them and they would oblige. Sherman, a man of action and determination, consulted with Kaspar. The diplomat was astute and wise. His visionary guidance would be of gre...

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Megxit

She's a real Disney princess

Of the dream / woke monarchical elite

£2m refurbishments of their house

Paid for in part by homeless on the street

 

Eyes wider than her waistline

Charity hunger energy always trending

I really wish any young couple all the best

And also wish her a happy ending

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Also by cbyrne:

2020 |

Paradocs

You are inside me but you are not really in.

I am clenching around you but I am not really close.

 

Such a paradox.

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Also by Melody:

Pride | Stare |

sexWalldistanceparadox

Progress

Today I made progress

In a different sort of way

It wasn’t real spectacular

But it was a taxing day.

I did a load of laundry

And neglected all my naps,

I sat and did some paperwork

And limited my snacks.

I went outside again today,

To you it isn’t hard,

But I was awful pleased this time:

I got past my front yard.

I didn’t let the hours pass

Without a trifling...

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Twenty First Century Punk Rocker

twenty first century punk rocker.

Greta thunberg is a Punk Rocker.
She's holding the nations to account,
It's anarchy in the UK,
As Extinction Rebellion scream and shout.
She's performing  on an international stage .
 It's London calling  world leaders out !
she's encouraged teenagers out of school,  
the mission  to " reduce fossil fuel "
No multi coloured spikey hair destroying the oz...

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jeff dawson

Why I went back

Why I went back 

A posthumous poem in the voice of Walter Tull – 28.04.1888 to 25.03.1918

 

Until you’ve been under fire

hunkered down in some funk hole

you’ll never know terror, the horror

or the damage to the soul

that just one barrage can do,

before you ever hear the whistle’s blast

that, sadly it’s true

for all too many,

signals this’ll be your last.

 

So...

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Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:

Drowning in the Drought | Take a minute |

BiographicalcharacterTrue StoryFact BasedWalter TullBlack HistoryBritish HistoryWorld Warww1The SommeFootballFootballerIbroxSpursNorthampton TownwarThe horror of warThe trenchestrenchesblack BritishBritish ArmyArmySoldierbiography

BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER

BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER

I am Your father, you are my son

It can never be changed or ever undone

You are in my heart every single day

I hear your laughter, your fun and play

I miss you more than you will ever know

Christmases, birthdays and watching you grow.

We know the truth of you and me

The love we share will set us free

Nobody can ever keep us at bay

And those...

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Also by Robert Hudson:

An ode in need is an ode in deed. |

The Poet Laureate reads...........

The Poet Laureate reads his commemorative poem on the 200th anniversary of the founding of the Royal Astronomical Society: BBC ‘Broadcasting House’ 12 January 2020

(Today 13 January, coincidentally the BBC reports the oldest matter from a meteorite 7 billion years in the making. It carries dust grains, ‘star dust’, formed before our worlds existed).

 

When I heard the lauded Laureate*

...

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laureatestarsepiphany

street life

living it like its large but life its so small

sadly it catches up with you and when you dont expect it you fall

you keep up with the trapping, feds come to your door

but theyre done with the shit and youre thrown on the floor

handcuffs are on and youre sent back away

the doctors give you the medicine that keeps the insanity at bay

back and forth for years, everyone is tired

b...

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Also by Adalyn Winn:

relapse | dulled | disassociation | uneasy brain | desperate | my struggle | the accident | anger | my shoes | lonely | unexpected | N/A | unhappiness | homeless | flashbacks | N/A | budding | to my body | it was me | sobering up |

addictionstreets

Confessions from "A" Wonderland ... My confessions of "A"nisha

Confessions from A Wonderland

Home ?

Her smile, it shines in the night. Lighting up the dark with a look inside her eyes, so beautiful, so wise,. So kind, so much life.
Her crazy makes mine look wild and I'm completely in love with who she is.
When her lips touch my skin its like pure ecstasy surging through my soul and my body craves the feeling of her closer to me and when she is close t...

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January 2020 Collage Poem: Famous People I've Never Met

In the new dawn of dreams

Adolf sits on his final throne of dirt dug deep,

Wondering if the English Bard would have loved him so,

 

Don’t go down that street!

 

We are wild-walking beings with a side of dark heart.

Sheep have beautiful contours and very furry

 

Hurry up Steinbeck, you’re rambling

Sitting on tailored lawns through polished glass

Not as cool in old b...

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Collage PoemFamous People I've never MetJanuaryStockport WoL

The flesh and the spirit(By Anne Brandstreet)/ስጋና መንፈስ/Translation/By Alem Hailu

In secret place where once I stood
Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood,
I heard two sisters reason on
Things that are past and things to come.
One Flesh was call'd, who had her eye
On worldly wealth and vanity;
The other Spirit, who did rear
Her thoughts unto a higher sphere.

"Sister," quoth Flesh, "what l...

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fleshspirittempetationreligiou

A winters tale

Christmas is past and gone

And new years just a hang over

For this year’s shining silver angel

Who is tired and found

On her hands and knees

In a back-street patch

Of spotlight infused relief

Bruised and punctured knees

Her hair hangs low

Her breath smells of last night’s stew

And she rises to find a taxi

With little memory left

Of how she found the key

The...

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Tomorrow

I wake up each day and feel nothing. I don’t look forward to the day. It is just a mission to get ready. To be prepared for what the day brings me. Is this right? Is this the way my life should pan out. Not feeling joy in each day is sorrowful. It is saddening for the soul. I have so much to feel grateful for, but I do not feel it. I am blinded by it. I don’t appreciate my freedom because my heart...

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Also by Nic:

I wake up | Harmony | Pain |

Tomorrow

Afraid Of the Dark

How many times must I rinse off the moon

And unpeel the stars from my skin?

Have someone ask what were you drinking?

How many times must I try clinging to lamp lights?

Try configuring keys into shining beacons?

I cannot see in the dark

Yes, blackouts steal my sight

But when finished,

I wake up feeling feverish

And fear ferments and festers

The night can be sticky

H...

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raperape cultureexhaustedcopingdenialmental healthconfrontationstrugglegalaxystarsmoonmetaphorfearscarredtraumadrinkingissuesInternal

Numb

all I see is

what I feel –

nothing.

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Also by Marina T:

OCD. |

No Sound

and soon the bombs won’t fall
and soon the bombs will start again
and soon the child will sleep
and soon the child will not sleep again
and soon she will put her arms around her father
and soon she will lay him in the ground
and now the screams of agony from the child
echo back with no sound

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Also by David R Mellor:

Nice To Sea You | The Sun coming through a murky window | A Threadbare Year |

warrefugees

A part of me is gone

Tears running through my eyes without stopping

Im mad at you for letting this happen

On your birthday, i recieved the worst news, that you were dead

Best friend i know all those times you heard what the fuck i said. 

You told me you were clean and i was so proud, I just wanted us to be clean together

Remember that promise we made of always and forever

But then your funeral came a...

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Also by Stacy Eskin:

Vance Adams 12/20/91-12/15/19, hes my best friend and lost his fight to addiction |

What We Do

I remember when we first started dating 

All I wanted to do was kiss

I has been with men in the past 

But to me you were different

I wanted to treat you different

I remember the first time we had sex

it was right before we went to the movies

You made me scream 

I knew from that moment I only want you

I remember when you used to stay at my house 

over night because we ...

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Mechanics

Everything in life
Has its place
Every person in life
Have their time 
Don't hold on 
When you should 
Let go
Don't let go
When you should
Hold on
Don't panic 
And fight battles
Which don't yet exist
Don't be defeated
By wars 
That others believe 
They have already won
Don't turn the fields 
Of glorious destiny
Into battle grounds 
Of failed misery
And remember always
That be...

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Cracked Mask

I give a shy smile, a nod to acknowledge,

never allowing the world to see the ache

I laugh, a monotone ring to deaf ears,

denying the morose life that I lead

 

I wear a mask of many features, proudly

Actress of the year, accepting a false trophy

Hidden is the disgust that I hold against ignorance,

believing that no one could see the true me

 

Without notice, the stres...

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Also by Dominique Lucas:

The Rain and Forgotten Land | Dire Consequences |

Bar Steward Town 1 (for Debbie)

Bar Steward Town 1 (for Debbie)

What they did to Debbie was beyond compare

Anywhere else except in this damn town

A real lady came from afar to heal the sick

Persons unknown took her happiness

 

Did their despicable act and slew her life

They respected her religion by crossing her

But not her body by using two big knives

Two decades on the killers are free

 

Just s...

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oldhamdebbiekarmamurderjustice

Thoughts

Deep thoughts are romantic 

knowing what you are truly thinking 

bad or good

wild or even insane

I wanna know it all

your thoughts is what makes you, you 

I could listen to your thoughts all day and all night

Come on baby and tell me your deep thoughts

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A Body In The Sea

It was a body in the sea
Grieving mother in the sand
A situation no one wanted to see
The blood add up soaking the clothes
It was an emotional affair she shouldn't feel

He was only 12 
A parent should never feel this 
I hopeless feeling so gone 
How could anyone be happy 
This was the saddest day in this small town

It was a body in the sea
Grieving mother in the sand
A situation no...

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Also by Mikey V Kinsey:

Terrorists | I miss my old poems |

A New Year Meditation

Here we go again!

Twelve more months of winds and rain,

Of cereal bowls and coffee cups,

Of morning blues and getting up,

Chasing our tails in the hamster wheel,

Trying to understand the deal.

 

Here we go again!

Will it be different this time round?

Will the hamster wheel hit the ground

And take us to our promised land

Where music is made and we're in the band?

...

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new yearhammster wheeltime's strange train

Friday Prayer

I was reluctant to go out

It would be cold, damp and boring

Just like yesterday and the days before.

I walked along the sea front,

Stopped for a mug of tea at Eddie's.

Then I turned back to the car .....

The sky had been obliterated

By lowering charcoal clouds

Beneath which, a ribbon of burning copper

Flamed along the horizon above

Multiple metallics of glittering sea...

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Also by Hazel ettridge:

Haiku for Life |

Deniability

But I'm better...

But I'm so much better...

It's been eons since those devilish little whispers were anything more than passing spirits ...or has it been but a moment

Today they are screaming

Today they are deafening

Today I feel them vibrate through my entire being

...I am scared....

I am terrified that once again the monsters within me shall chase away the light I have found

...

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2020

Wholesome heart"

I wish to smell the flowers of peace 

The gloriously white shimmering 

Glowing under sunlight bright

Fragrances strong spreading along

The smell of silence as i go around

A garden full of tranquility and serenity

Swinging my way to ease and a comfortable life

The see saw that gives a glimpse and then hides

As a play of watchfulness and sweetest sleep

Here i go, there i s...

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Also by Jasmine k.:

Hopes AND fears" | Confused" | Makeover" | Love birds" | Just me" |

who has given us life

I said shecheheyanu

before I kissed them both

traces of paint still wreathed our bodies

I followed the faint lines

and listened to the whistling of the wind

as it swept through

the cracks in the old barn’s attic

we threw a blanket

over the slatted

wood floor, covering the dust --

the remains of a 

Golem

destroyed centuries past --

If you’re quiet

on a wind...

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Friday Night, Saturday Morning

We met in a nightclub, I bought her some whisky,

And asked if she'd like to come back to my boat.

She smiled and her answer was funny and frisky:

"All right, you can have me, I'll go get my coat."

 

We'd only just done when the cock started crowing,

And up jumped the woman and sadly did say:

"I love you, my dear, but I'll have to be going,

For like it or not it's my wedding...

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Is it still?

Is it still love when the cracks fill with lies?
And you know that you shouldn't crave their presence,
But they make you feel alive.

Is it still love when you long to break away?
But the notion of their absence compelles you to stay.
Is it still love when you try to forget?
But nothing will fill the void that they left.

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Lovelossheartbreak

Walkies!

The dogs are taking me for walkies

they've dragged me out in the dead of night

It's 2am, my hair is a mess

To the graveyard I could give a fright!

 

There's these two hairy brutes on the end of the collars

who just need a dump and a wee

''Pleae slow down as you drag me along''

I wimper with my voice in a plea

 

They sometimes forget I'm on the end of their leads

as...

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Also by Phillippa Hilsden:

The Black Witches of Taberoux! | Hanging Around A Book Shop! | Give Me Back My Half of The Duvet! | AAAGGGHHH! CENTIPEDES! |

butterfly effect

hesitant to start

from nothing

 

until pixie dust

sprouts fairy wings

 

blossoming like petals of 

rainbow-colored daisies,

 

freedom of flight

away from years

 

spent tick-tocking apart

empty dreams, unravelling

 

into cascading ribbons

released upon the breeze,

 

floating gently into

a dark nothingness

 

that only exists

down a ra...

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Kiss

A billion light years away from now

Seems to be our last mutual smile

A billion more miles away

Is were we could stay

In a kiss 

So missed

For which I pray

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Kissjanuarypraylondon

Movement

I move
Always
A private chorea
On public display
Tapping rhythms
With feet
Head
Invisible drum sticks
Finger nails
And I rock to and fro
To a silent disco
Just for me
Swaying against the crowd.

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Also by Jain Gawne:

A poem about my lovely husband, Rick. | A Bitter and Twisted Poem for my Beautiful Sister, Su. | A poem for my late father, Bernard. | A Poem for my Late Mother | Poem for the Babysitter, Pete. | Poem for my late step-dad, Don the Cockroach. | A poem for my ex-husband |

Ticsdanceautism

Silence

I sit down thinking
Many a times
What would happen
If my thoughts blank out,
Muscles refuse to work
And the pen refuses to write,

I would then write nothing,
No story, no article, no poem
The mobs will then write an epitaph
As for them, I'd be happily dead
Silenced for good, full and final
By the silent cacophony

They don't realise, however,
That if I speak, I shall
Surely open t...

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Goddess Supreme

Goddess Supreme

We can use your guidance
to cross these troubled waters,
beneath the gathering clouds.

Appear as a tempest or a dry leaf
crashing to the forest floor,
but come to mend hearts.

May our discord cease
and your joy pour forth,
melding light with night.

Help us accept life and death,
to know love connects all hearts
as one, and to Be Hear Now.

f

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'Shade of the Maple'

To start off the title is "borrowed" from a wonderful book a read a while back but is fitting here as well

 

While sitting under the shade of a great maple I can feel the warmth of the sun against my back for I am trying to focus on a small ant climbing over a peeble as if he was climbing a mountain.  I have my camera positioned just so so when he crests the top I can capture his triumpt.  A...

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...Isn’t This True My Beloved?...

I did not want to distinguish the aorta expelled in ink, as black and fluid as this; amongst other thoughts.

How your hello made my soul into combustible lights.

The ones that fall from the sky as real and imagined as bullet holes...Whispers like nicotine…

 

I ask my penitentiary of tired stars.

 

Do I evaporate slowly tonight?

Maybe, it is not this evening to say farewell to ...

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The Mucky Myrtle One, And The Mucky Myrtle Two

 

 

 

 

The Mucky Myrtle One, and the Mucky Myrtle Two 

 

A nithering wind blew down the valley

A chuffin’ lazy one too

Too idle to go round you

It chilled, and cut straight through

Three codgers stood on Grimstone Quay

With crates of Puggies homebrew

Set to launch a brand new boat

The Mucky Myrtle Two

 

Puggie was the skipper

That’s Pugwash, to his...

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Also by kJ Walker:

Three Men, Cast Adrift (And Starving) | The Man Who Couldn't Turn Left |

Steve stepped onto the met

and was immediately recognised

by another inspector

who greeted him with,

"Fuck me! How have you got a day off?"

I can't remember how Steve replied exactly 

but I remember him being amused

and happy to see his chirpy colleague.

They talked loudly above the wailing

of the met along the tracks.

The met was barely empty.

It had just gone 4 pm.

It was a week before Chr...

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Resistance

And tides are still the same as they were,
fluid numbers, one piece in folded milions,
telling us why we all need to reach the bottom,
embracing drops of broken brilliance.

Wait until it all comes down,
your whispers rest in front of the broken Avalon,
inside our shell is something we all found,
blue-red pictures reflected by the dawn.

And tides are still the same as they were,
connec...

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everything that breaks

drowns me 

just enough to make me want to write about it

keeps me up for hours past midnight 

hours beyond the flickering street lamps would like to stay lit

how long will you guide the stray

i like words

i like the way they fall on paper 

it’s usually tears and aches near the chest 

that build a home for my words gone lost 

wandering, unclaimed...

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Also by Niharika Shah:

magnets | 29D: Window, not Aisle |

new lovelove

Depression is a question of stamina

Depression is a question
of stamina. We know how to win.
Build walls and fill them with light
even as darkness batters the barricades,
threatening a wholesale invasion. So we turn on more lights,

call more friends, play, dance, and work, work, work.



This isn’t mania,
unless swimming to shore
in a river of white-water rapids is also mania.

We’re strong,
and we can make it.
We just...

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War

 

You doubted my will fullness 

You tampered with my weakened ends

You hoped I’d fray at all my edges 

You poked and prodded with distinguished wedges

You tried to wake a ghost in me that has long been fast asleep

You tried to aim for where it hurts yet still I do not weep

You surrounded me in misery , a blizzard of sadness & fear

Yet you see me climb up through the flames ...

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Also by Aimee:

To be |

HELLO ANGER

Heart palpitations!

Stress!

Feelings....

The feeling of anger presents itself upon me for no reason.
Heart racing, tears trying to disperse, head wants to explode.
Finding every little thing to be mad at that shouldn't even concern me but it does.
Finding a way to annoy and disappoint me.
Abusing trust.
Hopefully one day you will realise,
no form of materialism will excite me as muc...

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Also by Taes words:

FALLEN FOR YOU | STILL I STRIVE |

Tired

I long for contentment. 
I just want to be happy, 
Is that too much wish for? 
Am tired of crying myself to sleep 
Am sick of the loneliness I once welcomed and now can't pull myself out of. 
The misery of noone getting me and everyone thinking am messed up. 
Maybe I am, 
But does that mean that am doomed to eternal sadness, loneliness, emptiness and self loathing? 
Sometimes I just wish f...

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Staring at a Hoopoe

'joyful, slandered bird'

Eugenio Montale

        

Caught in the moment,

there is no way of knowing

who might have blinked first –

the old man or his visitant,

the bright, crested

ambivalent bird. A few

scattered objects

implying a workspace,

the room is otherwise

unfocused beyond

the reciprocal stare

of two survivors.

The eyes of one are stoical,

but...

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Your kisses are imaginary, 

I am famished.

 

A storm like a tsunami swept 

through my ocean.

 

It sinks in like a half-dead fish 

and floats on my religion tower.

 

Ginger, gives up the head 

the cells of the unconscious jacket's soul.

 

The scandalous printing house 

becomes the face of human beings.

 

Dalan Jahan

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everything

softly breaking into you;

consumingly giving to you:

everything.

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love

Noises

Nothing rings as loud

Or pierces your soul, or

Invades the mind

Simply by existing

Extching itself a memory that you cannot escape.

Sending your reeling each time it returns.

 

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Also by Average Mom:

Butterflies |

Under glass

Heartfelt apologies

makeup new analogies to describe feelings, sentiments, arguments ...

you wish didn't happen

 

 .. but they did .

so I walked away down trails in between trees and bushes ,  plant some wisdom

count the blessings in your backyard ..

 

Dream under the stars

... 

And know..     that you were loved. 

 

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Also by Pagan Poetry:

Tropical storm |

Don't Forget To Breathe

Stuttering awake
in the anxious hours
when white noise
no longer lets you sleep
In the mattress springs
a metronome
your percussive heartbeat
one thought then another
one worry trailed by the next
did what was said make sense?
was it understood
will this be good enough
impossible options
improbable odds
suddenly so awake
in the anxious hours
don’t forget
to breathe

Stuttering a...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

Sight Divides |

Lockdown drills

Lockdown drills

are the only time we’re sanctioned
to huddle with children 

as we don’t have any white
male students it’s hard to imagine 

who’d be a mass shooter
perhaps Mr. Dobkin, 

the science teacher 
who always seems upset

It’s hard not to giggle with the kids 
under desks with the lights off

I guess the drills are a good preparation for bouts of sudden closeness, 

s...

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