So  I sat down by the Manchester Ship canal,
On a cold grey December day, 
I wept silently because of the curse I carry:

The curse of a glint of a light from Elysium
Or from Zion or heaven-knows-what-you-will.
But I cannot sing the songs of th...

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She stands in the doorway

twisting, turning, and stretching,

intent on informing me of her decisions.

A velvety-smooth approach

I’ve delighted in many times.

 

“I think I’m going to have a second cup of coffee,

and stay in my pajamas a while longer.

I hope you’re okay with this?”

 

“I think you would be foolish not to,” I say.

“The best thing about knowing you’ll ...

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i leave things in other peoples houses on purpose. 

so they remember me.

so i have reasons to return. 

i left a poster in one, 

my sunglasses in another, 

so i stay in mind.

so when they wear the glasses, or the pass the poster,

they think of Nadia. 

me. 

i leave bits of me in every place i go, 

i make sure to share too much, or shout too loud. 

so they remember me...

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Whether it is a war of personal attrition,

Detrimentally involuntary

Or a war of hatred with their neighbour

Muscle flexing showing national pride and anxiety

Whether it’s climate change, wearing thin our planet,

Many single voices spouting climatic rhetoric

heckled and shackled by those likely to lose livelihoods

Not thinking that eventually, we all lose our lives

Wat...

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The lady

at the drive-through eatery

has a voice like honey

and a smile like sunshine.

She always processes

our order with elegance 

(although we first have to talk to annoying AI at the speaker box), and with a kind flourish passes our food out the drive-up window to our eager hands; 

"Here you go; be careful now, those fries are hot; enjoy your meal."

Well, one particular...

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Gilded journal in azure for magical studies

The timber house for two, arcane music from the otherworld

Bruin wool blankets gifted from old friends

To keep us warm in this little enclave of dreams

basket of gala apples picked ripe to last us

Makeshift bed on the floor and the moorish lanterns lit

The sylph’s secrets in the paintings beside us enchanting our sleep

We have brough...

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Jazz piano
 Slow
 in D minor
A note that's allowed
 like the pain
 that's caused
 and delivered
the shadowed sound
 from the speakers
 is the sigh
 that pulls me back
 to that place
 that she once held
but I wont respond
 just keep  
 the kerb 2 foot away-
no turning
 back around
 to hear her needs
my wants
 are the rear-view
 mirror
 that cause the
 eye's to blink
 wet ...

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Image: Part of the in flight entertaimnet system, in addition to music films and games there is an interactive map which show wher eyou areat any given time also says how far you have gone, how far to go, time, height and speed.

 

 

Departure Day

29.03.23 – 19) Rise, dress, coffee, taxi arrives then I’m away

Another poetry tour departure day

Motorways clear, it feels good to be ...

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I'm not sure

How relationships work

Or what to say

When you tell me I'm pretty

 

I know nothing

Of the cues,

Hints, and meanings

You put behind your words

 

I don't know how to tell

If the look you give me

Is of disinterest 

Or shyness

 

I have no idea

How anything works

Or how anything stays

So, why don't you teach me?

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What do I see, when I see you?
Beautiful eyes, two pools of blue.
From behind, I see wavy swirls.
Of tumbling bouncing little curls.
Such a pretty face, alight with glee.
As beautiful as a child could be.
Born to smile...that gorgeous grin.
A million hearts to melt and win!
Yes, I'm your Grandad, that is true.
But that is what I see, when I see you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...

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On waking,

she shivered a rainbow 

upon the knoll where bodies lay.

Yawning flowers took note,

flaunting their colours as a veil.

Her fingers dug deep into the fertile soil

until she could feel the root.

The old oak swaying its gnarly arms.

The moss, so moist and sweet, sang.

She could hear the breeze whistling  the grass.

A lullaby of morning dew.

From the forest ...

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Expressions of Love: Part XLIII

Title: I Write In Pen

 

I write in pen.

Because, like our relationship,

It is final.

There is no going back,

only forward; ink building

and growing like our connection,

every single day.

 

-Jaxy

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They said I’d never make

A good poet

So I told them they could throw it

To the wind

For all I cared

 

I knew the sun would shine

On those who dared

And so I dared

To share

 

I gathered words

I wove them with emotion

Gently placed them

Into empty spaces

Sat back

And watched the wonder

On peoples faces

 

I took tears

And smiles

Grief

...

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I’m screaming at the top of my lungs

But she can’t hear me.

I might as well be yelling in French or Spanish because

She just doesn’t understand me

When I tell her I can’t do this.

 

She doesn’t get it when I tell her

I don’t know—

Je ne sais pas,

Yo no sé

—how I’m going to see this through.

 

It’s like my brain es en fuego from all

Of the información being ...

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I’ve been wondering about ancestral memory recently.

Take Alfie.  He’s my daughter’s little white dog.  She describes him as a bichon frise-something-or-other cross.  I call him a mongrel.

Alfie doesn’t mind.

He’s about 7 years old, although he’s rather guarded about his age.  Vanity, I suppose.

Anyroadup, Alfie does that timeless thing that all dogs have done since cavelady times.  (S...

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As I write, each line reaches for memories

lost, fallen beyond the edge of the world:

kamarupa dwelling in infinity, fading

 

when my lines do not find them

and my words fail passion and desire.

 

Eons, lost pasts. Which of them

could dream my frail dream of this

verse? Which, thrown

 

across the fabric of time, could make

nothing everything?

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A horse can gallop up to 30 miles per hour,

This involves ingenious mechanical power ,

The muscles in the legs act as dampers vibrating to any length,

A highly specialised muscle design that provides agility and strength.

 

Horses can sometimes be seen standing up as they sleep,

So that they can run away as predators upon them creep.

The design of the horse's legs engineers ha...

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In the great tempest of eighty-seven,

Mum and Dad remembered milk bottles

Bouncing and blowing down their quiet street.

Incredibly, none of them were broken,

Though hordes of healthy trees were smashed to bits.

But soldiers do not escape so lightly:

One bullet shot is easily enough

To shatter for good their unprotected shield.

The broken glass has to be collected

And put...

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Dear Emma

Rember the words you said?

The kind, loving words?

The I love yous?

The I'll always be there for yous?

The let me do your makeup?

The let me dye your hair?

I always aspired to be like you

But you changed

The I love yous

The I'll always be there for yous

The I'll always protect yous

You changed the way you do your hair

You changed the way you held me...

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Those who deserve respect seldom demand it;

Those who demand respect seldom deserve it.

Those who merit reward rarely expect it;

Those who seek reward rarely reject it.

Those who choose to preen and preach

Can frequently miss the chance to teach.

Better by far to debate and discuss -

And be of far more use to us!

................................................................

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I’ll hold up my hand and I’ll freely admit

to my grammar police inclinations,

because knowing your shit and knowing you’re shit

are two quite discrete revelations.

 

And if I make the statement “I’m going to”,

I should follow with my destination,

while if somebody else says “I’m going too”,

I might greet that with some trepidation.

 

To say I want a peace, or I want a...

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The pouring rain

Erasing the pain

Windows soaking wet

Similar to the Summer sweat

Wiping away all the dirt

From which the trees and grass are hurt

A perfect shower for the road

Vehicles have literally slowed

All cosy and gazing outside

Watching the rain as my guide

A great way to release your soul

Before I get up and go for a stroll!

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Too Tall Tool by LADpoem

I wonder just how many people

think that it's ok

to comment on a person's height

having only met that day.

Coz so far I have noticed

that there seems to be a rule

that you can say just what you want

if someone's 6ft 7 tall.

 

"Oh my god how tall are you?"

I regularly hear

from rude insensitive people

when I'm out for a casual beer.

...

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Dozens of trains went back and forth daily

to and from the junction in its heyday.

Fifty-five years ago, the last service.

The terminus building still stands,

grand, too grand for just a branch,

but maybe not too high and mighty

for royalty visiting a duke of Northumberland.

 

Now far more browsers than ever waited

on the platforms throng the old parcels

and waiting r...

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Many of my poems are about him

Because I want people to know

What it’s like to love him

It’s like eating sweet fruit

Ripest from the season

If I had to share it with one person

I would only take one bite

And give the rest to my lover

Because I convinced myself

His happiness was mine

No one understands what he meant to me

There are no words in the world

To expres...

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I lay the knives, sharp, on the table, flat. 
Notes of cinnamon and spices should keep the tempo light,
As I conduct the kitchen, for my dinner party tonight. 

 

Knock knock, they melodically rap upon the door,
I go to greet my fine guests, yet moments before,
I turn back from the handle, for I'm not so sure,
Which of the four seasons should delight my decor?

 

To choose only one,...

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Hello pal, you okay bud, you alright great to see you 

Am friends with everyone 

A chramer, a smiler,a real disco dancer a real nice guy 

I have all the qualities am likabke all a round

generous to a fault, Nothing can get me down so they think 

But you wouldn't believe that the life of the party is dieing inside his on the brink

My crown is begin to slip, I love a drink 

One ...

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Death is so jarring, though we are cognizant of it’s looming presence, when faced with it, we cocoon our very beings in a state of stillness…

As a creature of habit, I embarked on a morning walk, silently welcoming the beginning of spring. The wind caressed my face ever so softly with the sun making an inconsistent appearance.

Ruminating over things past and present! 

I walked gallantly, ...

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Imagine being totally untethered

After feeling chain linked 

I feel split

That part removed 

That half is trying to renew

But it hurts 

To grow scab over wound 

Missing you is mourning you 

Leaving you is still losing you

And I’m just as lost

As I made you 

If it could be 

I would make it be 

Should I be chain linked again 

I would make it good 

Should ...

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Cast me away on a sea of dreams

And let me float away

I’ll be back later on

Sometime today

 

Cast me away on a sea of thoughts

And let me drift away

I’ll explore my inner workings and try to find

A little peace of mind

 

Cast me away from living people

Let me walk among the dead

And hear their stories from the past:

Thoughts and dreams and memories that last

...

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Jeremy Clarkson Said..."Striking Public Sector Workers Should be Shot in Front of Their Families".

Why wasn't he sacked,and arrested for incitement to murder +or grievous bodily harm?

https://youtu.be/ovacofuB63A

 

L'internationale: French; and English below. https://youtu.be/Ptc1c5wi_X8

 

Debout, les damnés de la terre
Debout, les forçats de la faim
La raison tonne en son cra...

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Rat Tank

 

1. Take five live female rats.

2. place in aquarium like tank and tend day and night.

3. keep under guard twenty four seven.

4. tank is size of pen but aquarium so no rats escape.

5. keep at body temperature - akin to daily temperatures in equatorial regions.

6. infect one of the female rats with aids/hiv like condition the animals in equatorial regions are expre...

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Tired souls sigh together,

lovers have given up on getting better,

but I will continue to stay with the withered tree until the end of times.

We have exchanged the word 'forever'

and thus I will patiently wait untill we are back together.

I will wait for you, my Nobody,

until my body cannot anymore.

Until my body decays

and my bones slip into Mother's embrace.

Even then...

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It has to be

large print

not
      too clever
and not too crude

It can't be a sure-fire hit
you have to take a chance
or forget it forever

it doesn't need to be
a cavernous 
          hope 
growing inside 
a Ben Nevis

it just is

Right there in black and white 
     and you all for shading
might two agree to disagree
     and still hear the ring of truth?

You know 
...

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Carpe Diem

To be young again, carefree, and be

Only me, free of responsibility.

You see, context is key,

I hope you agree that we

Live and grow like a tree,

Branch out and roots go deep

Which may at times keep us steady,

Ready to go or stay

And after hours, night and day

Passes, months become years,

And age amasses. Our fears

Allay and gray days hide the sun

...

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Who had waged countless wars

That  have all ultimately become

Pounds of wounds

Sitting on both shoulders

All the wars turned into

Pure exhaustion

And lots of embarrassment

Came into being later on

Prayers can beat off 

The soul's meanigless wars 

 

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for Ziyad

 

The first letter he has known for months

in zig-zag lines getting nowhere.

 

Turned on its side and crayoned blue

he can stretch it out like a river;

 

or if he changes colour can make

a mountain, some grass, a fire.

 

Cut back to its simplest form

and laid out in rows like ghosts,

 

he follows the dots over and over

before he does it on hi...

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The Self — Fulfilled Prophecy

Baby— I know they hurt you bad

It makes me mad

 That one person's actions

Could leave you feeling— so small and sad

 

My darling— it’s not just my view 

How you were treated— was not your fault

Please belief this

It’s true

 

But you can’t shake it

You think the way they behaved

Was because of you

You were made to question ever...

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 With a highly volatile temper

A person may lose the beauty of mind

Just like a sweet flower in the winter.

With all sweetness a flower blooms,

But the warmth of the sun

Does burn the soft petals.

The air does fade its aroma away.

The water hits the soft petals

With a mighty splash

Time and again.

But

If the beauty of mind blooms once,

Neither the sun, the ai...

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The millenia lurk

by the rafters

in the sky, marvelling

at the choices

of marionettes trying

to illumine a prophecy, 

infuse it with fact;

epochs poke through,

to peek at the calcifying 

of evil-doing, all 

in the name of good;

not a name, of course, 

but a pseudonym, cunningly

whispered by the dreaded,

hydra-headed, shapeshifting 

free-will-usurper...

...

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This is a testament to my will

I'm jumping ship and swimming home

All the way to Winchester, where the doors lead to plaster

To neither here nor there

Nor any hereafter

There's commotion on the other side

Interference on the other line

I can't tell where I am

Where I'm situated 

Whether I was written into the grand plan

Or an afterthought somewhat estranged

From th...

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Rain on my window 

Hissing like black and white interference

Unable to tune in

Searching the dial for a glimmer 

A flick of a picture 

A glimpse in the mirror

A speeding car

A lovers kiss

Peering into another world 

The other world

A world of madness

Brainless humanity 

Busily going nowhere 

Chasing dreams

Or chasing reality

Pursuit of perfection

Or ...

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I put a post of myself on again

And then think of all the critics

Those so called friends frowning in consternation at my narcissistic tendencies 

As if am putting a mirror up to their own insecurities 

That need to nuke the system sings in my synapses

Normality makes me mad

Friendship can’t be had

I am miles away from my mission but closer than most

God is not the Father, ...

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She walks past the icy road.
She floats by the freezing sea.
She carries a cold heart inside
Her expression is the reflection I see.

She laughs as it passes by 
She haunts the rolling, painful cry.
She goes for the treasure that hide
Her expression is the reflection I see.

Her tears are made of Howling Blood
Her face reads out for help.
She would tell if her mouth wasn’t filled with ...

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வாழ்க்கை என்ற ஒன்றில் பிறப்பு முதல் இறப்பு வரை அனைவருக்கும் பயணம் ஒன்றே ஆனால் அவரவர் தேர்ந்து எடுக்கும் பாதை வேறு . . . . . . வளைந்து செல்லும் பாதைகளில் திரும்பி செல்ல தெரிந்துகொள்ள வேண்டும் இல்லையெனில் வீழ்வது நாம் தான் பாதை அல்ல . . .. . .. . . உடன் வருபவர் உனக்காக வரவில்லை ஊருக்காக வருகிறார். . . . . உனக்கு தேவையான உணர்விற்காக இல்லை அவருக்கு தேவையான உதவிக்காக வருகிறார் ....

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~ imPRESSions ~

 

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LOST IN TRANSLATION

 

It didn’t hurt if he stayed alert,

and kept on top of the pain.

Some days were better than others,

but I never heard him complain.

When asked why he went, he’d just say,

‘someone had to’.

But I’m not sure if he’d do it again.

 

So, what do you see when you look at me?

I’m curious to know. Is it someone whose father

fought for this countr...

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I heard the song right then I had a vision 

I put it on paper added colour locations down to actors precision 

Out of my hands 

God's decision 

Next thing I'm watching it back on the big screen television 

It all started with a vision 

When I realised it realised it became my mission 

This is my special gift of which God has given 

And for a long time yes it was kind of hid...

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Sometimes it seems to be a cake walk

Other times it makes you to stagger

 

Sometimes it is a bed of roses that soothes you

Other times it is like thorns and briers that prune you

 

Sometimes it will give the love that reaches the sky

Other times it will give the hatred that is deeper than chasm

 

Sometimes it will pour riches and glory

Other times it will make you ind...

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Why do I keep coming to these places?
Attempting to siphon something into this void
Vicarious joy, vicarious hope, still dream of the rope
Can't cope with this anymore, the wound is forever sore
I'm getting sick of trying, lying to myself a bit more
Fuck your good health, choke on your worthless wealth
Burn down another Newport, the tenth or twelfth

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