No foot marks in the sand
To mark my passage.
No disturbance in the air.
I cry and grieve and cherish
My face immobile, as I stare
Out at stormy autumn.
O! living through November
Demands a certain flair. 
Foggy bafflements afflict me everywhere,
Pea-soupers some might say,
And as I gaze beyond the moon
I swoon into another dismal November  day.

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Superhero Love?

She had a thing for Spiderman,

she loved his legs so hairy.

Some would shriek and run the tap,

she never found him scary,

The way he walked,

his great big eyes,

he drove her up the wall.

But he never did the dusting,

in fact, no work at all,

On the web hour after hour,

hanging round all day.

For her he lost his superpowe...

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Anguish

All the pain and despair

Emptiness, loneliness, and longing

All the heart wrenching moments we've had since we were young

And all the things that try to bend break you

Even if they sometimes succeed

All those awful things that hurt so much 

Are merely devices which mold you into who you were always meant to be

Face down the anguish and use it as a tool to sculp...

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The moon at Halloween

In adolescent phase

Filled out a little

Tilting back on its heels

Draped with pale grey

Cobwebs of clouds

On a sky of light pumpkin

Shining down, with a secret grin

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Thank you

For your patience

And staying in

For everything you did

And never said: I quit

Sorry

For being rude

Confused and confined

For being suspicious

Jealously possessive 

I like you

Since the day we first me

Even on days when your sweat smelt of smoothie eggs

Since our first hello

Till all the days you went ghosting, Protecting 

Forgi...

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What light is this where light is lost

Through dappled shroud

Where no song of bird can be heard

From the autumn blast and snickered breeze

The willing wilting leaves

Who shed their chameleon green

In favour funeral yellow orange and red

Those willing leaves

Who give themselves

For next year’s rise and sap

What light is this that spreads its wings

Upon the op...

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Some lad was doing ninety

in a forty mile an hour zone.

He passed me on a corner

In a car he clearly didn’t own!

What was the flipping hurry?

Was his stupid house on fire?

Had his brain been deprived, abruptly, 

Of a vital connecting piece of wire?

Or was he a founding member

Of a firm called ‘Morons for Hire?’

Some fool was doing ninety

In a speed restri...

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The time 

The time has come again

upon his noble steed he rides

He holds something that no one else can seem to put their finger on 

Non threatening boldness provokes curiousity

The ways of love woven through truth

Threads that women naturally have embroidered onto their central source of Being

Motion of seductive power

As feminine tend to gravitate

And the men puff thei...

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It's made the charts at Amazon.co.uk! Top 4, could it rise up more?!

Help a fellow WOL poet out and get your own copy of The Writing Group.

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What is beauty?

When I call upon the beautiful, 

what am I summoning?

Not physical symmetry,

not physical perfection,

not that gorgeous look

of the put-together body,

the lovely home,

the splendid garden.

No, all that is fine & wonderful to admire of course,

but beauty,

that true beauty,

that lifts the stars to the sky

& carries the seeds into the ground,

...

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That’s what I thought, arriving in Kyiv.

It was December and minus fifteen.

‘This is nothing,’ said the driver. It felt

Like something. Hat, gloves and scarf were no use.

The hotel was marvellously porous,

Rooms glacial, the restaurant shivered

Behind flapping Perspex windows. The wind

Reached all protected parts. The next morning,

To the lecture. Everyone double-wrapped,

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Fall softly and have your way

A grey blanket in the night or day

Make coastlines and skyscrapers a secret 

Whispered only when you say

© Candice Reineke 2022

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Today's BBC is not for me,

Its newsreaders barely able to contain their glee

At reporting stuff they prefer to see

All paid for by the license fee.

"And Nation shall speak unto Nation" -

Such a shame about the deterioration

In the method of communication.

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I was telling Gareth Southgate
only this morning about
the convenience
of having my weekly 
train ticket on my phone.

He said that I had made
a sensible choice. 

He was also pleased
that I make myself a ham
and pickle sandwich for my lunch. 
Although he suggested
the occasional Scotch Egg.

We skipped down the lane to the station –
our hands were almost touching.

Gareth sniffe...

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Waiting to be seen at the dentist with a patient I did chat,

To pass time numerous topics we did discuss,mainly this and that.

"Are they all your own teeth?"a question into the conversation did land.

I answered,"They should be,they cost me nine  and a half grand!"

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I tried to deprive myself of what I knew best in this world. In a way it began to feel like an addiction, no matter how hard I rejected the thought it was the only way for me to cope. 
I'm a hopeless junkie desperate for an outlet wealthier than this. 
Angry, I decided there was more to me than just self expression. 
It didn't take long until I broke down. 
Maybe that is my souls way of scream...

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the traveler asks,

what kind of weather will we have today?

the shepherd responds, 

the kind of weather i like

the traveler, confused, asks 

how do you know it will be the kind of weather you like?

the shepherd says, 

having found out, sir, i cannot always get what I like,

I have learned to always like what i get,

so i am quite sure we will have the kind of weather ...

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Did you see me?

I was there

I waited

For you

I anticipated your

Presence

I wore my finest

Finery

In anticipation

Of your undying

Admiration

I don’t think you saw

Me

You were blinded

By the mist

I tried so hard

To be noticed

I hoped you’d get

My gist

You didn’t see me

You didn’t even

Smell my scent

Still I thought

T...

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     This cold could burn the Galaxy,

each celestial body too far to gather fuel in earnest,

stranger still when met,

     my vehicle now adorned with tapestry of ice bars,

a thin cover of frost upon every window,

all limb and body and, the blood moves slowly -

sometimes inert as yet again I creak my head against

     a static enclosure at the top of spine; froz...

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Hypnotica

The girl showed her fangs, most when alone

Her nails grew bigger, clear and they’re cold;

Escort; chaperone.

She showed her fangs when she got him alone

Clawing at skin; she’s ice and she’s cold

Showed her his doors and how they won’t close

Inside the living; curtains and carpets stained with cologne.

Epoxy the vase, stuck on the phone

Shirt into shre...

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A frost chilled dim moonlight night

Putrid air, no stars in sight

Just sheer black sky’s we have

and eerie sounds that shout out “MAD”

It’s moonlight Halloween

It started out as a Christian festival

Priests and Rector’s in their vestibules

The congregation on All Hallows’ Eve

Candles lit for the graves of the dead

No meat eaten, soul cakes instead

Then came ...

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Let's hold each other's hands,

And in silence, stand

Where the fields of poppies grow,

Let us remember them

Our brave young men

Buried just below.

For those who cried

As they laid down and died,

So very far from home,

With just white clouds,

Deaths gossamer shrouds

Covering their tortured bones.

Let's think a little more,

Is liberty worth dying for?

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The Angel almost

ambushed us. 

The trees turn

more beautiful

with every mile.

Tyne at low tide. 

Network of bridges,

trains crossing.

Four in the morning. 

Crescent moon

in dark sky. The silence. 

Churchyard gravestones

look like people

in camera's flashlight. 

The blinking of the internet.

Every day, 

a new start. 

I...

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𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅

𝑻𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓.

𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘,

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆

𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 

𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 

𝑰𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆...

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Deserted in land of people

People who's whisper yet don't hear

Beloved for those years were spent like a dawn

I search for a smile in trench of betrayl

Hope that can strengthen my spine

All I need is some softness to breath

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Did you go to that place of the timorous tiger,
and look in awe in at an elephant with a very long ear,
which, according to legend was faithfully followed by a cow,
mooing in tune to God Save The Queen,
that wistful sound echoing across those mist-covered hills from the army camp?
I asked the spirit of my great-granddad, regimental Padre Beauchamp,
derided by his family as a 19th century mis...

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Wise not to go

Stained blood Party invitation

Candle lit room entered

Screaming hungry feasting starts

Ghoulish fresh meat frenzy

Crunching bones gritty flesh

Human body parts swinging

Pulled apart Zombie delight

Sacred table torso clean

Melted wax candles relight

More nervous guests arrive

Horror show menu awaits

A dead good time

Only if you like

Being mo...

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Something a little disturbing for Halloween.

In those halcyon days of public executions hanging people was a bit of a hit-and-miss affair.  The “science” of determining the drop needed, based on the height and weight of the condemned man or woman, was at best rudimentary and at worse not used. The result was that rather than a quick death from a broken neck the condemned would slowly and p...

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Loss reminds me
to appreciate the moments,
the beauty of time shared
This, the only kindness
grief seems willing to give

Luckily, memories know
to capture the fragments that remain
for refuge against the days to come

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The night they killed Osama bin Laden,
we drank the bottles down to the shards
We screamed
We pushed all the sand off the third deck
We racked every bolt in our soul
We shed every piece of body armor
We spat into the face of this childhood stupidity
War movies and old men talking
Watching the whole world fall down
Why did I find myself such a fool,
to carry a rifle for nothing
 

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I hope you don't mind, but I've Shamelessly used some of the comments I've recieved here on WOL & named some of you in both the books description & Acknowledgement. Just let me know if you would rather it be removed! 

Thanks for inspiring me to complete it!

Here's the link, if you're interested 😄

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As the days get shorter
and the nights get longer
The garden still dazzles
with this blast of colour 

Vivid, vibrant asters 
on late October days
Brighten up the garden
with their magenta blaze 

A lovely floral show 
such a radiant sight
Welcoming me back home 
in the late evening light 

Photo credit Dr Amir Khan

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Love is a strange thing isn't it. Many got blessed by the love as it transformed their lives picking them up from bottom and taking them to the heights of the sky. And for some its a curse that only put sorrow and misery in their lives.

Once someone said something very beautiful about love and who loves the most a man or a woman.

By every mistake a man made and woman forgives just adds ...

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The room I stand in makes me blind

white before me white , behind

The same room which is painted black it’s floor and ceiling behind my back

Blinds my senses even more as stare down at the coal black floor

No doors or windows to escape 

Black and white seals my fate.

I can’t see either , no distinction 

Nothing near and nothing far.

My eyes are blanked

with burning ...

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All those things…

I’m just a cliché a classic mediocrity

My favorite thing is to dupe myself...

Always looking for my unsatisfied desire

Sometimes I’m just a lonely, and angry child

But always confident for all those things I can’t stand

Not another beautiful girl

Not another muse to be born

Not another object of desire

Sick already of the next good singer…s...

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Through the bitterness of winter 
life crawls, so lingering and lonely
and hauling your battered heart into 
the shelter of some place holy
Your mind swims with the terrible things 
those hands have groped toward
The grit of guilt and shame conspire 
to serve as your reward

Such troubled thoughts reverberate
as they echo up into the arches
Gathering their mass and falling back 
they’v...

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Our dishwasher went on strike, fed up with being taken for granted,

the penny dropped as we stared at the full up sullen machine,

white goods amongst others in a kitchen designed to please.

Our back up plan: taking out every plate and pan

cup and glass, immersing them into a sink with forensic thoroughness,

working as one, sharing the washing and wiping, an ebb and flow

immersion...

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If they could only see
Poem by
Reno C.

What dream brought you to life?
As if you are the manifestation of positivity.
Such openness and mountains of understanding.
Shadow all who are not looking.
Blind to what I see,
Only projections and reflections of their own inner-demons they force on thee.
Quite unfortunate that the shallow can drown in their own fear.
Why fear the deep? Why fear ...

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Rain falls on the glass in the gloomy gray of today

You lie in that bed with nothing more to say

I wipe my eyes with my sleeve because I don’t know how to grieve

My heart breaks in the wake of your non-reprieve

The sins of my father fall on my shoulders

You left me here and now I’ve grown colder

Death claimed you for his own and my mother left me all alone

And now I’ve fa...

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there’s less to me 
than meets the eye 

these moments 
you see 

aren’t representative 
of anything 

most of my life is spent 
staring at things 

and chewing 
with less efficiency than a cow 

you could fit any number 
of exciting moments 

through the empty spaces 
of my existence 

without ever touching 
what I feel 

I find that comforting 
for some reason 

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Think of a most promising prelude to dreamtime.
A path in an english country garden.
A supernatural proem would cover it.

Rain at night. 

Sound emerges from darkness.
The fact of it's existence vulnerable to doubt.

Tell me I'm not alone in thinking
the song of midnight rain 
shines a light on the oneness of all life.
Yeilds a profound meditation on that truism.

Blown into a tre...

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Why do we have music?
How and why does it affect us?
It is a great and special art,
Which surely does connect us.

Why do we have music?
Is it to exult our souls?
It may bring us cheer and joy,
And make us feel whole.

Why do we have music?
Perhaps to give us a nice feeling?
And it's a universal language,
Which is lovely and appealing.

So why do we have music?
To see into the comp...

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Yo listen up you better pay attention,

I just experienced the DMT dimension,

Instantly I had a different set of 5 senses,

I wasn't even able to verbally express this,

Geometrical patterns were flashing so fast,

It was so intense I wanted it to pass,

Spinning kaléidoscope and my body was gone,

Infinite fractals after just one hit from the bong,

And there I was straight fucki...

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here i am

space/time

continuum

fading forever

into the cosmos

here i am

oblivion

life is so beautiful

i want it to kill me

here i am

between the mystic and the psychotic

here i am

the buddha laughs

and i laugh with him

i was never really here

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Now take heed and understand

we are the Dreamers of this land,

we're not blessed with winning ways

and may look like waifs and strays,

but remember this - we have a place,

a part to play - a path to trace.

When you speak of us be kind

for we have the power to soothe your mind.

The songs we write that bring you joy,

and the pretty phrases we employ

to ca...

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Mellifluous cajoling in a descant, 

a coercion cloaked that revokes

the privilege of that Eighfold Path, 

only to throw one into the cavern 

where the curative ceases to be lucrative, 

the mean no longer shines in gold,

stuck on the continuum of delirium, 

traipsing across an Eden of yore, 

trailing along your freshly leaden core...

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To eat or to heat, that is the question.

Whether tis better to eat to make my heart still beat but

anyway freeze my stiffening bones in my own home for

lack of heat gives pause for thought.

It ought not to have come to this.

To eat or to heat ? Perchance I could do both, alas I cannot.

It comes to pass that I must choose one but not the other

unlike those brotherly shareholder...

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Life is passing by

Without even living

Life is passing by

The only thing we do

Is literally breathing

Life is a winding road

Why do we need to be barefoot

All by the way that is so long

One day life is too simple

For our sophisticated heart

The other day it is too complex

And too hard

To even breathe

Life is passing by

Like a white lie

Killing our innoc...

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