what happened to my dreams of flying?

there's no denying they were real enough.

In that sleeping realm

I passed the elm

and valley bound on wingless flight

my silence buoyed me up

to look down on the buttercup,

and as I willed it

landed with a maiden sigh

as levitating

the world passed by.

Of late my dreams go plodding on

no more magic to thrill my soul -

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Go back to sleep honey

No need for those tears

Daddy will make certain

To cast away your fears

You see

There’s no such thing as monsters

No ghosts to terrorise

So lie back down and try to sleep

Just close those pretty eyes

You see

If we can chop up mummy

And hide her in the shed

I’m sure that we can deal

With the thing under the bed

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On this

Day

You will

Remember

Me

Look

At my

Lovely

Poppy

It's

Diecast

And it’s

Glossy

Looking

Fine and

Dandy

On my

Lapel

No thanks

I don’t

Want to see

Yours

Gosh do you

Still Wear

Paper?

Not interested

Unless it

Concerns me?

Now

Where

Were we?

Oh yes

We were

Talking

About

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Whisper of mountain
Floating across the abyss
Happy accident

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All the pretence of innocence
The rules that one invents
Laws that must be seen to be
Beyond the reach of devilry

Those in power can circumvent
As they like, with full intent
Legal eagles can but try
To keep your vision from the lie

All in all I wonder when
We truly will have freedom again
Twisted knots of red tape can
Imprison every once free man

Number six once held the key
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Nostrils saviour the smell of pine

turn, cut, smoothen out

craft of a hand steady

skill is detail

a bowl

fruit

table

Inanimate 

collecting dust

thirty years a tree

thirty years for me

rotten sweet fruit

mouldy apple

soft plum

sandpaper 

return to wood

senses are mine

the faint smell of pine

polish with antique wax

put it on the big brown tab...

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UBER ALLES

Once proud Deutschland had lost all it`s bloom,
Bound for an old-aged tomb,
When along the thin lanes
Just like blood along veins
Transfused piles of young willys and wombs.
 

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There’s always one isn’t there
Slopping beer all over his shoes
He’s jostling for position
Hand secure upon the barrier
But his shoulders aren’t quite through
Because a fangirl, already half cut
Is hogging space for two
Arms are sleeves of coloured ink
Hair is blonde and striped in pink
Boobs are large and cupped in lace…
He might try conversation
“I love your tats; the skull, the eagle
...

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The world arround left me shattered into pieces
The human is a cruel species
Keeping things up until they break down on you
If you wanna enter heaven take your place in the queue
Pick up whats left from this broken world
No reason to stay on the ground,curled
You have the choice, heaven or hell
Take the path of the sins, you'll see that you'll do well
The queue here moves much faster

An...

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In disbelief, he bears this burden,
Thinking all is well.
The weight came crashing down on him
So hard he almost fell.

With a heart and mind so weak, he cried,
"What have I left to do?"
Answers sought for many years,
Right here inside of you.

He broke down, hurt and feeling lost,
He could not let that go.
The pain he's held for all this time,
The world would never know.

And so he...

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Hollow screams in hollow dreams,

of hollow mind and soul.

hollow gasps and hollow sighs,

in hollow eyes lined with Kohl.

hollow days turn into hollow nights,

hollow pleas trying to put up a fight.

hollow talks and silences,

by the hollow candle flame.

hollow vows and promises,

and this hollow game of blame.

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You've drunk too much,

don't have another.

You smoke too much,

don't swear at your Mother.

For a hand he raised a glass instead,

now all of our Fathers are dead.

Shave with the grain,

puff your cheeks out like this.

Don't ask what that machine is 

When we go for a piss

For a hand he raised his voice instead

Now all of our Fathers are dead

Bes...

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Our service men and women , the bravest of the brave . They thought about all others , they hope the world will change . There commitment dedication , there regret there is none . There sacrifice for others ,  to them they come as one . They carry on fighting , with there heads held high . With commitment only one regret , people have to die  . With these people who are committed , there bravery s...

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Needing inspiration

Having none

Words not coming

All dried up

And numb

Give me a taste

Just a nibble

Please a crumb!

Needing inspiration

But alas I have none

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Poetry

Well who knows what it is

It seems to me

It isn't merely making a statement 

And then retreating

I mean thats just lighting a firework

Isn't it?

Any way if I am wrong

The greatest line ever written

Must be

Fuck Off!

Which is not at all poetic

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(For 'man' please understand 'person' which does not scan well.)

The most unclever thing

A clever man can do

Is to think himself 

More clever than another man.

But it defies even the concept of 'clever'

To broadcast it.

 rolling some thoughts around yesterday 

while hanging out clothes

thinking of many things

as my fingers clipped pegs

CBT/Octo...

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The scandal of FIFA has just become deeper

We knew that Sepp’s hands were not clean

Now Sepp has confided he’d already decided

The World Cup of 2018.

We knew FIFA’s funding could not have been slushier

As bent as the old nine-bob note

Cos Blatter’s decision to give it to Russia

Was taken before members’ vote.

Old Sepp’s not yet gone

And his tenure passed o...

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Calling out the same name
Over and over
The sound varies constantly
Before cutting out
Like a chewed up tape

Echoing with a sadness
Bordering on the verge
Of a panic
Almost like they are
Pleading for forgiveness

Dismembered
In a broken sadness
Skipping through
All kinds of turmoil
Of a love clearly died

Left on the platform
No matter
Whether cold or warm

Bordere...

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A brain that’s been tapped and tinkered is suddenly transformed.

A soul that’s been prodded and pulled is carefully put back in its place.

Thoughts have been dusted and polished and put away in their boxes.

A gut that been untangled, unknotted, instead now tied in a bow.

Then the cogs in the wheel turn again.

A scar to the brain has split.

The crack in its box is on dis...

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brittle 'no' like a teather,

riotous blood and dead weather, 

steam and cog alike in Congress,

emulations of embrace, flipped sideways,

handshakes of covered mouths and scared, streaking mascara: 

dyed sensuous, brimming with ruin and ruse.

regret: 'baby won't you be my muse?' 

cold, deep as dark

spreading, sprawling climax

in a wardrobe of betrayed memories

stin...

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The Drum

     Where do they go to,

When silence deafens,

     Do the multitudes swallow them

As if, like us, we are all,

Zombies of a decaying paradise?

     To see him sit there silent,

Makes notions of absurdity,

And yet, many adorn tiring attire -

And dust and,

     It is African,

Not meant for sand to gather

But be polished from its form

And tha...

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Beware! The Man Who Holds The Monkey’s Paw

The wolf is at the door,

dragging your hungry children

across the cobbles of Victorian conditions,

their ribs rat-a-tat-tatting

like a wooden washboard.

In the clinging northern mist

ghosts drift across the streets

before settling into doorways

where no one sees them.

A creature lurches into view,

its frame a mas...

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Clog clog clogging up, dominant scrawling,

tongues foreshortened every morning;

careless fingers play with qwerty,

shirking beauty, empty

endless asphalt roads to                                                         

wag wag wagging tales of water;

heartsink warning, minds in mourning,

words unversed in seventeen lines;

crumbled poesy, boundless

flimsy strin...

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It was January

She let the freezing ocean cover her naked spirit

Its bottomless darkness could potentially kill her

Still she knew that it was only by facing death

that she would discover life.

ida

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Goodbye, you flame haired colleen,

Pure gold on the silver screen

From those marvellous days

Of the long-ago haze

In those old picture houses we've been.

Beauty and fire combined,

A brave spirit unconfined.

Your favoured film swain

Was always "Duke" Wayne,

And no fan (or man) seemed to mind.

God bless for the memories, Maureen,

And the hours of pleasure w...

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Fancy That!

'Sue fancies Bill.
Bill fancies Tim.
Tim fancies Jane.
Jane fancies Jim.

Jim fancies Kate.
Kate fancies Anne.
Anne fancies Pete,
and Pete fancies Sam.

Sam fancies Rob,
but who fancies you?'
'Mum, I don't care,
while I'm having a poo!'

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What does it take

To hit that index finger

Press Enter

Delete

Out of my life

But still in circuit

Stalking your profile

Social media style

I keep tabs on your likes

Your comments, your little world

Exposed

As I watch you 

And watch you

And watch you

In a Zen like state of

Non caring

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My heart yearns, I know too well.
My mind races, my own little hell.
My feelings scream, writhe in turmoil.
My breath quickens, this mortal coil.

Pain for pain, and breath for breath,
Love for love, and death for death,
Take me now, I care no more
I do not love, I now abhor.

I stand forgotten, yet I still stand.
The taste for life, disgusting and bland.
I find no joy, except the knif...

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A Song For Autumn.

There’s a wildness abounding in Autumn,

Not found in the burgeoning spring,

The colours are richer and rounded,

The wind has a new song to sing.

It’s as though life was seeking redemption,

For the pleasures enjoyed in the past,

Coming home from the longest of journeys,

To some rest and contentment at last.

I suppose life’s reflected by s...

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It’s October

Oh it’s October!!

The edge of summer!!

Away go the scorching heat,

We can all heave a sigh of relief!!

A month of festival and carnivals,

A time to fortify the bond with our family and pals.

Dusherra, diwali and Navratri,

Are reasons to break Free from life’s monotony?

So go get your best attire,

Let us spread happiness like wild fire,

Make this season...

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My hands reached out, splayed and up towards the sky.

Who would have though, I would be left here to die?

I took a giant leap, and so big it was,

I was left falling to the grass.

Mud, dirt, stones, I tasted everywhere.

My dignity, pride and beauty left me bare. 

Burning with rage and anger,

I beat myself to a blunder.

It was all on me, just me, only me.

The choice I made...

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What if I told you

exactly how I felt inside

Spoke about emotions

I've always tried to hide

Made gestures

or simple little hints

To put your attention on a level

that it has never ever seen

Led you to my heart

without touching you physically

but speaking to you mentally

and stimulating you spiritually

How would you feel

If I expressed my deepest secrets

an...

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Dawn is naked and alive
pirouetting in the street outside
she is a broad grey sky, endless above

It's not rain...
just some foggy spray licking windows
a coat the building wears
a metaphor I cannot interpret
all irony is groggily lost on me
yawning with my whole body
struggling with the load of memory
I'm oiling daily

So maybe I should stay indoors
get the fire going, boil the kett...

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Night fishing

It’s Saturday night and I just got paid

The lines of the song come to me

As I walk down the street

A certain swagger

A nervous demand on self

To look, to feel the part

Because I am out

In the night

Set to conquer

To overcome

To find that which seems illusive

It seems an ill conceived notion

Amongst the busy street

Of people and of colour

A...

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My feelings are free from their cage.

As my tears fall down my face,

All I do is count the days.

One-hundred one, One-hundred two,

These are the days when I miss you.

One-hundred three, One-hundred four,

Why can't this pain just be no more.

Today is my birthday,

Don't you see,

This is why

I need you with me.

Where ar...

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I have got a bit of a cough I say

That is why my voice is breaking

Like shattered glass

And that my tears might trickle I say

I must have forgot to mention

How it is not only my oesophagus that blisters and pinches

Followed by crackles and sizzles

And that a tsunami is likely

Yet no diagnosis

And maybe I am not ill at all

I must have neglected to mention that

Perha...

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I stood and stared-

a long time seeking a

welcome gaze

that returned my greeting.

The World stared back

then went its way,

perhaps to lunch, perhaps

to play.

My friend the Mirror-

a listener of sorts,

in silence watched

and kept its thoughts.

Words and foto T Carroll

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I can't believe what you're asking whilst standing there in the dock,
For clemency, from this bench, whose justice you're trying to mock
You're standing there large as life having regaled your tale
Expecting me to grant your wish, but justice, its not for sale
You know that this can't be good, as you're handcuffed to a guard
It's easy for me with my pronouncements on a card
The sentence that...

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Every mobile is on silent

every mail unread

every touch of human kindness unsaid

every day you wait

in the bus queue

behind the door

just waiting for someone to say

“you can take no more”

but...

Every mobile is on silent

every mail unread

every touch of human kindness is unsaid

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By the powers of fire and earth unto me.

I curse thee said nature.

I curse thee, you angered me.

Feel the fire of hell in your bones.

Feel the scream of a thousand condemned souls.

Feel the bloody battle field of world war two.

Feel it, like it were you.

Every month for days 4

You, shall feel your Blood pour

Eek your strength.

And bring you pain.

Every month for da...

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Claim yourself to be a fount of knowledge.
Claim that every scientist's a liar.
If you've done a course at any college 
you can be a certified denier.

Gather up those inconvenient facts
and twist them like they're bendy bits of wire.
Disseminating data needs great tact
but any fool can thrive as a denier.

Lobby for a mega corporation 
to push emission targets ever higher.
Easy work, ...

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Victims of emotion challenged by the mind
 Believing that extra light gives you power but an eclipse makes us blind
When our heart meets our mind and the dominance occurs and we surrender faster than the speed of light
A warrior recovers it's only a deep breath between the rounds of the fight
So many jewels blind their observer
 And a parallel universe we observe what a unique server
Like wa...

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Conkers

My dad used to make me play

in the yard in front of the shed.

He pushed huge holes through

with a clumsy tool that broke

some of the conkers in half.

For years I thought that tool’s

primary purpose was to hole

conkers, it’s secondary purpose,

to screw screws into walls.

He used to raise my abject arm,

“Higher,” I’d tense as he aimed

and brought...

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Why is it under Mark Ronson's name?

Bruno Mars sang almost the entire song.

It will be realised I am the one billionth.

It made me happy so you are wrong.

How quickly they forget....

Am I the only who heard Stalin?

I love Bruno Mars/Peter Hernandez!

(My friend's dad is cousins with Peter)

It should be Bruno Mars - Uptown Funk ft. Mark Ronson.

Bru...

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He was her all black and blue

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​TIME  

Tick tock, tick tock   

Watch the fingers go round on the clock, 

Moving endlessly on, not caring. 

Time, we can 

Watch it, save it, 

Fill it, use it, 

Lose it, find it, 

Half it, double it, 

Give it, take it and even make it...... 

But time cheats us all in the end.... 

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most of our greatest wise men are unknown

unless on the wide flat boob tube they’re shown

they can’t see through the big media mist

we know because we’re on that lucky list

writes a sonnet a day with convictions

of today’s news with ancient solutions

subtly or not included in each

they never know who’ll be the ones that teach

only our own values and what we are

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Little men with little hats,

running with the bats.

over the hedge and under the fence,

dodging frustrated cats.

people call us gnomes. but thats not who we are...

were pixies born from guilded stars.

hearing mother nature call when all the leaves begin to fall.

sprinkling diamonds in woven webs on frosty mornings

when all thats green slumbers in its bed...

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I’m a warrior of words

And I’ll fight you to the death

With my pen

For the right to speak my thoughts aloud.

I’ll tread the boards and stand before the crowd

Though I might need a moment to gather my thoughts

And choose a subject for an almighty discourse;

Life, Liberty and freedom, the usual sort of thing

I’ll have to wing it: speak off the cuff

I may even throw somethi...

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Having been denied a day in Marsden last Sunday, I sat at home and nursed my cold, the cause of my non-appearance there, and read some Hilaire Belloc: wonderful! I was thus inspired to write the following (no literary merit at all, but I had great fun scribbling!) Hope you enjoy:

Firstly:

Baby otters are wonderful creatures,

I've often heard it said.

They brush their teeth without demu...

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Voices from our own throats never tasted old enough.

Voices from our past never felt warm enough, or anything less than dead and respected.

Voices from the maw of a peer never felt heavy enough. It was still on the air, floating without the gravity of backwards corporeal consequence.

But now we're older.

Not old.

Not wise.

But older.

Wiser.

Maybe these half young throats si...

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HAMLET FROM THE FRONT ROW

In the front row ready to watch Hamlet

I stretch out my legs contentedly

“These are the best seats and the cheapest

You can see everything from here”

Says the guy next to me

“It’s like being part of the action”

I nod politely

The ghost doesn't appear

We have to imagine him

At the back of the theatre

So we swivel our heads

Unco...

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Shades of wooden nowheres lead to light

Have you got a light

I need light

Instead of six lagers for breakfast

I had a piece of toast

Blood, hope, words can bring peace

In transition a panting breath

birth, life, death - always struggle, always joy

and always always words

Overrated Morrissey sprawls 

on sun-splashed lawns

weaving goodbye lac...

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The faint smell of oak fills my room as I awaken.

I sit up in my lofted bed and blink twice

then rub the crust from beneath my eyes which

had accumulated throughout the night.

I shuffle into the bathroom and turn on the water to fill the porcelain sink.

After rinsing my face and brushing my teeth I trudged down the spiral staircase to see my father waiting for me in his stu...

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There had to be a start,

to how conversations sprout,

in a train full of strangers,

whom you know nothing about.

Besides me seated,

a mother and her daughter,

a peaceful pair, caring, loving

cheerful, fun and laughter.

They seemed frequent travellers,

The mother, a teacher from a reputed school.

She was correcting notes of her students,

while her dau...

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There just words he said....

It's what's in my heart she said...

Letters into words... Words into verse leaving ur head and seeing them disperse 

Unheard unseen unfelt.... The sound will melt

So look in the windows of my soul, look into my eyes 

See the emotion within where there are no lies 

Look at me she said

I am he said 

Emotion on my face ... ...

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On a bleak, dull, down-trodden day towards the end of April, I caught the train from the small town of Settle in North Yorkshire heading for Scotlands largest city, Glasgow, a train journey that would take the best part of five hours, so with that in mind I loaded my phone up with music, placed my journal into my inner jacket pocket, and loaded my camera with batteries ready to take photographs of...

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by JD DeHart

Tortoises roam in the sand
while birds spear at the shallows
We saunter on, carrying our gear

until the sky begins
to blacken
My friend tells me in other

parts of the world, they do
not fear the flashes of light
and the roar of thunder
I remember a time when I
saw them

And was not afraid, but
the sway of adulthood, of
temperance, of panic
has found me and I go
...

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I see the world.. A calm ocean, a pain deep and vast.. a colorful surface, a frightening past.. a heart warming sunrise, the shadow it casts.. I see the world.. I see the world.. The Beauty in life, death lurking behind.. purity of a soul, destroyed by a mind.. two completed by love, one completely can't find.. I see the world.. I see the world.. Through closed eyes I see, or so it would se...

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When life was newly made, and I was young,
I vow'd to follow where that Poet led
that charm'd the girls with skilful dancing tongue,
and every night saw someone new in bed.
For envy's hand did hold mine aching Pen;
mine Ink was spill'd in vain until the Sun;
yet did I lack those marks of greater men.
I follow'd on, to Marvell what they'd Donne.
How well my work frustration doth present!
H...

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We search for symmetry
She searches for symmetry in my
Face.
I search for a flaw in her curves.
Some slight error which will attract
Me.
There are turquoise lines between
The crimson squares which make
up the irregular pattern on her
crumpled Shetland wool shape.  
My hand sits on the curve of her
Hip, so when her boot slips on the
Jagged moss I take her weight on
My arm and sh...

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I love t0 look in the mirror

And think about who I am.

I love to look at the floor

And watch my feet as I walk.

I love to sing in the shower

To hear myself sing.

I love to laugh at stupid things

To make the tears fade away.

I love to sing to a song

Whom lyrics I do not know.

I love to strut down the road

When I know I won’t be famous.

Things that ...

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

the night
passes cold
between
the ache
of my fingers

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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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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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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 www.rammylitfest.com.

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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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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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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,

Sa...

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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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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

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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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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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

No...

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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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this is my little wooden

perpetual desk calendar

with cricket bat and ball

the one that bowls away my days

my parents bought it years ago

in Brixham or Torquay

or somewhere similar by the sea

when I left home my Mum gifted it to me

she told me it was my responsibility

to look after my own share of time

make the most of what’s to come

the printed days and month...

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