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Trev does Texas yet again 2016: Austin 1

Image: David Lester Young aka Ben Franklin, he is the Ben that I refer to in the Poets Three poems

 

03.04.16 - 19) End of a long flight,

landing always a delight

Luggage and car collected, change of intent

Drove first to the anthology event

Nothing to fear let the motel know I was here

It was alright, I’d be ther later that night

Then we took to the stage with our latest s...

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Also by Trev the Road Poet:

Trev in Texas yet again 2016: The journey out and arrival | Trev in Texas yet again 2016: The Run Up |

ALLEGIANCE

I swore allegiance to our Sovereign The Queen, her heirs and succcessors too.

Our Members of Parliament do the same, on behalf of me and you.

So I'll blame and shame those who are busy doing what they do -

Promoting and espousing the deeds and decisions of the ANTI-sovereign EU.

You can't plight your troth in favour of both; you can't be true to the TWO!

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

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

1975 | REFERENDUM CALYPSO | FOOTBALL CRAZY | MY LONDON - Spring | KNOCK LOUD AND LONG | MONEY MAKES MONEY | SEPARATION | CREATURE COMFORTS |

Allegiance

Gravity To Thought

Thoughts to writing,

Thoughts to speech,

Are, if you will,

A ball rolling down a hill,

 

The hill is my mind,

Consciousness is the shovel,

Ideas the furrows,

 

Ponder one way,

Be a channel,

Lose heart,

Be a hole,

 

I stand atop the hill,

A spark,

I release the ball,

Expression,

 

It's path dictated,

Ever dictated,

Carried down ideas pa...

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Also by Lewis O'Brien:

Why I Hate Moths |

Scar

Maybe things have been more

Maybe things have been greater before,

But hearts change and feeling too

Why can't people understand when they do?

 

Didn't have it planned and don't have reasons why

But things have changed and left me so dry.

I don't want to loose the people I love so dear

But what's happening has always been my fear.

 

I try to back up, give myself some ...

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Also by Paige:

The Past | Need Me Still |

Nonsense

Baby otters are wonderful creatures

So I've often heard it said

They brush their teeth without demur

Before they go to bed

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apologize (04/30/2016)

a traitor of a thousand miles, i'll hold you in my shoe
push'd into my heels, step by step
those memories of black and blue
though time heels all wounds, it doesn't unbreak bones
chatter'd open in the breeze and brine
hanging like a laugh, swinging
alien on a face so tragic
painted with mascara, running toward gravity
running toward the sea
sprinting and tumbling and drowning
the wet san...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

blacksmith (04/10/2016) | Meconopsis (04/02/2016) |

gray skies abounds

Dirty little butterfly

I want to catch a butterfly.
A pretty little butterfly,
Delicate, Beautiful, curving, intense, vibrant.

But not trapped in a net.
She chooses my rough hand,
Rather than a rich flower to provide for her.
Not a conservative or vain butterfly.
Not one that flutters around you,
But has an aversion to touch.

A butterfly that longs to be admired,
In all her beauty,
Only by me.
To land on...

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Also by Matt:

Tick tock | Bidderbin and Bidderben - Tombo transforms | My little nut | The reason I'm single | The Bag man of Bradford | writing a poem that Rhymes (sequel to Writing a Poem) | Writing a poem | A poem about social discomfort in my first poetry recital | Flowers on a lamppost, dying in the sun | In a moment | Fighting... Who wins? | Back to work | Mates | All The Damaged People | In my head | To the Woman I'm yet to meet | Broken doors | Rebuilding the home | Heterabnormal | Block Me | How to raise kids(warning... Very, very long) | masterdebate |

the jackdaws...

...clattered into the pane

like a meteorite of feathered rubbing,

beak and claw ensuring 

the whole room lifted an inch before rushing to the window,

now flecked with crimson loss and hairline fractures,

a scream trapped tight behind the teeth of a child.

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Also by Stuart Buck:

shard | lord i just can't keep from crying sometimes | early onset | playing games | in a while crocodile | guilt cage | bonsai | holiday in cambodia | cruel sea | playing koi | victory lap | infinite tanka | still life | Haiku: Having cats in Spring | gone |

Alone

The wall, grey wall
It sits between the lines.
While the inside fiddles and fusses
Over prospects of the life.

A feeling here and there,
Yet hopeless and despair.
A jumble of the words,
Dancing like birds.

Chirp, chirp.
The words come out,
Seemingly nonsensical.
What to do when life becomes incomprehensible?

After everything that happened,
One stands at a loss.
Unable to toss,
...

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Also by Mem:

What art thou? | What am I? | How do I say it? | Revelation | Old & New |

KENNY

Ken says to us,

“Why all the fuss?

I don’t understand.

It’s hardly big news –

My thoughts on the Jews and

Their Promised Land.

I simply pointed out that Hitler wanted that too.”

How stupid of you;

You don’t have a clue;

Kenny.

 

It might have been dead and

All put to bed by

Bradford’s Naz Shah;

She offered MPs

Apologies

And blah blah-di-blah;

We a...

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Also by John Coopey:

IT'S ALL OVER NOW, BABY BLUE | GOLDINGS | STAIRLIFT TO HEAVEN | POETRY VOICE | WHAT KIND OF STOOL AM I? | PIGGIES | FALERNIAN WINE |

Teaspoon

Tea

Spoon

Rests

 

On bottom

Eager lip

 

Not too

Much

 

Just a

Little

Sip

 

Sip

Sip

Go on

Silly

Bitch

 

I’ll

Spoon

It in

 

 

Fill

You

Right

Up

 

With a

Menstrual  

Little

Piece

Of me  

 

 

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Adulterer

I could be kind

but when I meet the man

I can't help but think

 

You are a vile creature

 

How does your wife stand

to look at you now?

 

I'm not the best

at kindness, though.

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Also by Alan Inman:

Bobble Head | Bound | Cost | Raspberry Wine | Apostrophe Problems | Been There | Bad Mix | Neon | Liar | Big Wig | Common Denominator | Landscape | Slumbering Giant | Isabel | Diner | Paycheck English | No Relenting | Runes | Happy Returns | Press |

Splinters

Every day I push myself through this world

Bending and creaking

Ejecting splinters so small 

Not even I can see them.

 

Every month I pull the wiry wigged head

Of humanity's shine to its own bastardization 

Closer to my breast 

Hoping its nuzzle will be less coarse. 

 

Every pay day it feels soft,

For a moment 

Then looks up at me with wooden teeth

And coughs...

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Also by Corr Lens:

Pay | Looking to teach a class |

words formed at waking

a muttering crowd gathers
'round a well of human tears
they lower dirt-sodden buckets to recover
the wet product of night terrors,
tumult and nascent fear

an ejaculate shower glistens
on the dead leaves and automobiles
while nature howls
then hunkers down in silence
posturing for the next kill

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Also by nunya:

getaway car |

feardeathhuman naturevengeance

Cold April Days

He thinks the sun is rude
for blaring into his day;
She is simply happier
when couched in her mumbles of grey
 
Curtains drawn, blinds down
They have their blinkers on
They leave the paths untrodden
While the world chokes out a song
 
Their confinement is not a prison though
It's a choice that they embrace
They know the Earth keeps turning
At its' baffling, blurring pace
 
...

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Also by David Lindsay:

To Fill a Gap* | Measure by Measure | The Bend | Computer Error | The Fox | Keeper of The Heads | Fools Rush In | The Pen | Money |

Aprilbiscuitshibernation

Shades of convenience and ease

All pigs are pigs

all hacks are hacks

 

Apply this logic

then stand right back

 

All black is black

all white is white

 

In the gulf between

you’ll lose your sight

 

and just might drown

in what you’ve sewn

by dumbing down

all that’s known

 

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Also by harry:

Rag Doll | The Lion and the Unicorn (from sea to shining sea) | Career development |

Heard this happened. Who knows.

 

They ran wild in woods

Full of bears

And carried bells 

And pepper spray

To keep the bears at bay

They knew no fear

The road was clear

Safety a written rule

They laughed and frolicked

And mocked the wild life 

with their bells

And hid behind 

Their pepper 

Until one day

Invited to stay

At a vets on the hill

In weather a 

little drizzly

He ...

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Also by mentalelf. Philk.:

Punks and the Dolls. | My Son My Sun | Blaire Peach 1979 | Write now every day. | Cancer Care (or anything else for that matter) | Your Seven | The thief of life. | Don't be the fool. | Dancing in the mind. |

Wildlife. Bears. Tourists.

The Problem with Grammar

"Guilty?"

"Guilty!"

"Justice?"

"Justice?"

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Hillsborough ll | Hillsborough | wetting her lips |

To Find The Muse

To find the muse I know not how;

As skittish wench or sacred cow.

She’ll tantalise and lead you on,

But suddenly you find her gone

And left you with a knotted brow.

 

The words won’t come at all somehow,

As gloomily your head will bow;

Though you contrive to battle on

To find the muse.

 

Those hopeful dreams of verse endow

Your aspiration here and now

For ins...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

He Lies In Wait | See Me | Wonky Old Pots | Winter’s Shroud | Donegal Haibun | Spring Haibun | You Lit A Raging Fire | Belfast | Seasons | Urban Fox |

Rondeau

THE ROYAL CHARTER

THE ROYAL CHARTER

(Wrecked off Moelfre, Anglesey 1859)

From Melbourne to Liverpool bound

in less than fifty eight days, by sail

and steam the Royal Charter comes

via Queenstown in Ireland and around

the Skerries with cargo of wool and hides

weighted with golden dust and coins

from fortunes made in a far off land.

 

To Moelfre’s razor rocks on Anglesey coast

a total...

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David Subacchi.Welsh PoetryLiverpool poetry

Love reversed

Theses days idk if I'm coming or going, I'm not sure if I'm walking backwards or forward.  I'm left to center, I am out of tune. My fire is cold and my ice is hot. Not sure if you're my best friend or my worst enemy. I keep digging holes that lift me to mountaintops.  My river has run dry and my desert is flooded. As I age another year my body grows younger.  As the time flies by it passes in slow...

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The Foster Family

I love you and I trust you and just really want to say,

I know you wern't meant to stay by through the long, tiring days.

I love you guys and leaned on you in my times of need,

You protected me and cared for me and made me very aware of my need.

I see my need for family, the loving imperfected whole.

The ones who keep you close, even when you're mad and choose to take a stroll.

I...

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Also by Victoria Nicole Jackson:

The Lukewarm |

Primitive

Have you forgotten? Oh so easily you forgotten. I am you. I am the darkness that consumes your primitive mind. Wrath,Lust, and Greed that eats the last ray of light in your soul. The carnal need that crawls under your skin. Ravaging your soul as I feast on your sins. Forever I will be the shadow haunting your primitive being

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Also by Lilly Star:

Affair | Traffic | Earth Child | Silence | Inner Self | (untitled) | Daddy's Strength | Betrayal | Withered | Faded |

I WOULD HAVE WAITED

I would have waited there

there under the scalloped canopy

where the firebuckets nestled

where a shadowed door waited too

with its brass handle loose with too much use

 

there I would have waited too

so that the day could progress

at a pace that suited the sun

in its lazy arc

before the day turned dark,

and the flower bed sprang

and the dusty broom loitered

 

...

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Also by ray pool:

PARK BENCH | A VALE OF TEARS | A FIGHT FOR LIFE OR DEATH (the spider and the wasp) | MY LADY | JAPANESE RIDDLES | WIND RISING | YOU'VE NEVER HAD IT SO GOOD | SHE MOVES WITH MYSTIC GRACE | BOGHOLE | SUBVERSIVE HAIKU | BRING BACK THE GHOSTS OF COMEDIANS | HANDGUNS | HUMIDITY | ENTERTAINMENT AT A DEMENTIA HOME | ARTHUR (musical mayhem) | CONSCIENCE | TYPE 2 DIABETES | SNOBS | DREAMFINDER GENERAL |

Is Aways Be

Is Always Be

Imamu Amiri Baraka taught, “Is always be,” I’ve interpreted it many ways because I’ve had time to contemplate what it means and why it resonates. “The changing same,” sometimes depresses me but mostly there’s assurance that I’m not the first to face struggles for freedom and self-determination in worlds fenced off from each other with barbed wire. Change like the Mississippi River ...

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Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):

Asphalt Sky |

Eternal Grudge

Now you’ve done it.

Now we’re done.

You’ve waved the flag and brought the bull

You’ve been an astronomic fool

 

I’m just like you

the rage

the fire

In tremulous swell

 

I warned you once

I warned you twice

I even fucking warned you thrice

 

But there you go

You take no heed

And now you want to cry and plead

 

You drew back your arrows

And ai...

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Also by Shonda Hurley Bell:

Waiting | Tetris | Tetris | Stay | Nursing Home |

"Gengulphus" (A diversion)

This is legendary,

Probably.

 

When Botolph pillaged Burgundy

And stole Gengulphus’ Rod from a reliquary

He thought he was about

Divine appointed

Duty

 

He planted the naked wand in the precincts of

A long abandoned Celtic chapel

Across the Channel Sea

 

The desiccated stump

Like Aaron’s Rod

Flourished to a spreading

Yew tree

 

St Botolph’s Abb...

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Also by Rick Gammon:

"Rachel" | "Chuck" | "Come Dancing" | "Coming of Age in Oxford" |

devils

 

What devils do I dance with

in the darkness

of my dreams

only those of a past forgot

that vanish with my screams.

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Also by JustAnotherPoet:

haunted | upon the stair | where are you? | way up high | it's all over now | destiny | Welcome to my Nightmare | private obsession | antique memory | only at night | War for Peace | the wounded night | little ghost | i won't go | rock bottom |

Daft again

1.Sounding my horn

 

I was zooming up the road

The other day

Saw you on the pavement

Walking towards me.

Put the window down

Gave a few loud hoots

Of my extremely loud horn

Stuck my arm out of the window hole, and waved.

 

Ah!  Oh dear!

Sorry if I startled you.

Made you jump.

Gave you a heart-attack.

Wrong person.

A genuine case of mistaken identity.

...

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Also by Andy Smyth:

Suspicion | Not really a poem | Light hearted | Dogs and Truth | Poles apart and fun | Thoughtful (and fun) | A bit of fun | Old boyz in the hood | Downward spiral | Pigeons |

fun

Sun Bleached Bones

Sun Bleached Bones

 

someone put it in the sun

and hoped that it would grow

but others said it wouldn’t

and they were right you know

not everything that’s in the sun

is bathed in warming light

a lot of it is hard and cold

and isn’t very bright

 

someone put it in the sun

and hoped that it would sell

but right minded individuals

can tell a lie by smell

s...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones | This Is England | The Parchment, The Bullet & The Word | Tumbleweed |

HillsboroughJFT96newspaper liesThe Sun

Forever

Without her I am nothing
Comparable to Christmas with a light dusting
I feel incomplete
I just need to hear her speak
To feel the brush of her skin,
To feel The warmth of her breath as our lips come to a close
I love her to an extent she'll never know
Young lovers caught in turmoil
Only finding hope in each other 
I pray to our God that we're together 

forever

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Also by Joshua:

Weathered Friend | My Poen | Cup |

LovelifeYoung Lovewinter

Bitter Sweet Dreams

When your in my dreams it's bitter sweet.
I can see your smile
Hear your voice 
Feel your touch
Taste your kiss
Smell your skin
But when my eyes open your gone again.

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Also by Sn0w:

Never Ending Loop | Searching | Coming out of shock | Craving | Mike | Without You | Suddenly Gone |

Heartbreakdeathgrief

Rebellion On High

A two finger salute to reverance

I say fuck to peace on earth

Let the meek and mild rise up

And take paradise for all it's worth

Harmony be broken

Revelation anger filled

I pray angels turn to demons

In none acceptance of what's willed

Harps be smashed by celestial choirs

Halo's smeared with shit

In protest against self proclaimed lords of fate

On glory of heaven I...

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Also by Jacqueline Phillips:

Post Frontier |

All I Want Is You

All I want is you,

but seems like yo ex-bitch still wants you too,

so what is a girl to do,

you must choose one and boy don't be no fool,

one kiss,

late nights and early morning conversations was all that it took,

I got sucked into you and I couldn't get enough,

time is never on our side,

but on our stick shift adventures,

I'd let you be the guide,

I'm not like the re...

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I Am

I am thunder.
I am the roar of the waves,
crashing, suffocating, breathing my howls 
into your bones. 
Smearing my wrath and power across your 
skin
and branding my smile onto your lungs,
a sight that cannot be obliterated.
I am the night.
I am the explosion of stars, 
the beauty of the eclipse.
The music of the moon, the dance
of the sun. 
The Earth foams with my words
and trembles ...

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The Call Within

If you live your life in fear

There exists a call you cannot hear

A call for reason, trust and hope

One that will pull you up, and

pull you from the downward slope

 

It comes from within, and not from outside

And it can flow through you, reaching far

and reaching wide

It is your call, and yours alone

So make sure you listen, and

always pick up that phone

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Also by Christian Reeve:

At Least |

The Call WithinPoem

OBAMARAMA


Oh President Barack Obama
'Dodgy Dave' might think you're a charmer
There to be seen
At the 'gig' for the Queen
So have some of this Instant Karma

 

Put UK at the back of the queue?
Is that what you really would do?
When it comes down to Brexit
If we stay or we exit
IT'S GOT FECK ALL TO DO WITH YOU!!

 

(c) Daniel Dwryran

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Also by Daniel Dwyran:

BACON BUTTY |

BrexitEuropepoliticstongue in cheek

Threats No More

I remember when we were younger  , we were happy to be alive . Happy to work and strive , just happy . Never insulted in our streets , never spat at and insulted . Never had no go areas , hardly ever saw a gang . Our elderly were treated with respect . Rarlely were we insulted on the roads . Our food we knew where it came from , no chemicals brought in from abroad . We are being Threatened for bei...

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Water

Malaria and dengue are among the main dangers of stagnant water, a breeding ground for the mosquitoes that transmit the disease.

Stagnant water can be dangerous with many kinds of bacteria and parasites that spread with ease.

A spring is a place where water naturally flows. Not only do springs come in different forms, but they also come in different sizes. 

Water from springs is usually c...

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The Island

What love what loss so close so long so long 

The birds carry on in song 

It's an awful walk up 

Do you ever get the feeling like you are being watched? 

Subconsciously being lured off course? 

Everythings not alright on the island tonight 

Lifes unfair 

Simple 

Something is going to happen 

But why? 

I swear I am a good person 

Sence supernatural weirdness in the ...

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Also by SPACEGHOST:

Earth's Not Everything | Confusion | Thank God I went school, could of just Nearly been banged out there | Clare wants a river to die |

The lady of the night.

There's a lady
who's known as the lady of the night. 
On the dot of 9-00 she arrives, 
with her fiery lips and fiery hips
dressed in colours that match her eyes. 
She totters on heels as high as a hand
and makes her way down the street 
to the place that she calls her place of work 
where her clients know that she’ll be. 
In driving rain she'll be there again 
as the drivers stutter on b...

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Also by Ronnie Leek 1:

The Mother. | Boys and girls |

Loveworksexprostitutionchildrenmother

seduction

her smell of perfume so seductive..

as she passes by I got addictive..

caught my soul like casting of spell..

a lonely heart where she dwell..

inside this heart you will find a place..

crying eyes searching into the maze..

from darkness to light in this winter night..

like twinkling of stars an illusion so bright..

I left my shadow behind me..

come my angel set me free

...

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Also by sunil sharma:

whisper love | reflections |

Rosemary

Rosemary

The smell of rosemary filled the house

It was the aftermath

Of lamb infused and bruised

With garlic and rosemary sprigs

Cut from a garden bush

Reminding me of that which

I love to brush past

The scent that lingers upon my fingers

Something I want to hover over

Time and again like a frenzied

Demented bee

Nectar to my nostrils

To all of my senses

Li...

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Also by Martin Elder:

In Dickens | The suits |

BECOMING INVISIBLE

At nine Steve looks at me and says we may as well begin

and as I was the only one so far signed up to read that night

make my way to the gloomy stage between rows of empty

chairs and empty tables to a lone microphone that haunts

a threadbare carpet.

 

You start, I’ll round up a few more people. Steve disappears

downstairs to an indistinct moan of voices, clink of glasses,

s...

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Apposite

Night my heart desired tight-knit And baggy in anticipation .............

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Also by akinnusi daniel:

The Thief Groom | The collection of poems | New Poem |

mysteriouspreachers and the priestthe crossroadwhom have i found

Nothing Compares 2 U

I just heard the news from Minnesota

Location Paisley Park on this Thursday

Early on the morning of April 21 2016

Prince Rogers Nelson passed away

I guess it’s a Sign ‘O’ the Times

When you wear a Raspberry Beret

Delirious you just got to Letitgo

Let’s Go Crazy in America okay

I wish you could Take Me With You

Cause Money Doesn’t Matter 2 Night

When U Got the Look of ...

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Roll on the Referendum

I`m a floating voter
Can`t make up my mind
Which I`m going to vote for
I`m just the wavering kind,
Whether to remain or Brexit
They`re worried where my one vote goes,
Should I stay - or head toward the exit?
I`m one of the great don`t knows.


Now my lady wife is having
The best time of her life.
Because they have to make a fuss of
A floating voters wife.
When they came to kiss the b...

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

90th Year offering. | (untitled) | Afterwards...(again) |

Goodbye to PRINCE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Dearly Beloved
We are gathered here today
2 get through this thing called life"

PRINCE

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To say goodbye to Prince

Shirley Smothers

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PRINCEgoodbyesadness

The Armor of God

To share His truth we should be driven

With this His Belt to us He's given

His Breastplate of Righteousness is for guarding the heart

Excepting His love will help us start

We should always be ready to share the Gospel

For that's the Shoes of a true apostle

On the cross God's hands we're nailed

He's our Shield of faith where we have failed

Love is more than having felt it

...

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Also by Adam Franks:

He is who He is |

Armor of GodReligious

Hues of Grey

At such wicked speed must we start our sunrise

With routine comes anxiety for something unexpected,

I in particular, am outpaced and surmise

My spirit has not broken but blended,

Somewhere veiled are the colors of our resolve

An ardent battle to part hues of grey,

Together we fight only to devolve

Heroes are those mending the fray.

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Also by Kyle:

Autumn in Ohio | Rain and Slate |

Here

Apparently

time and distance are all you need

time came and went

distance grew farther

yet, here I remain

caught between being there, and being here

Live in the here and now, I say

but, time and distance have a toll

and I must pay 

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Snooze

Snooze or not to snooze,

That is always the question,

Everyday without fail you choose

Did I get enough rest then?

 

There she is lying so peacefully,

So subtly,

You mean the world to me,

Oh my duvet, you keep me so comfortably!

 

There is another, partner in crime

She is so tender, so fine!

You know who I'm talking about this time

Lady of feathers, she never...

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Also by Miten Patel:

Life |

Realate

Morning work

Rising sun upon the smoke clouds, and you,

Dragged out of bed, out of sleep, traversing

The rising city upon mountains of dust,

Challenge the glare, defy the sun.

Betrayed, the light won’t set upon your face

At sunset, leaving streaks of orange

And pink over the fields, over the city,

But you, expectant and resigned,

Lie on the rug, offering up your face.

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Light vs Dark

It's all a trap,

You say just one drink, won't hurt right?

Just one line, I won't do it again.

Just once , I want to try the needle to see what the big fuss is about... 

I'll just kiss you once , like you won't break my heart.

Just to flirt with death and heartbreak seems to be an addication itself.

Flirtation, the most innocent form of doing something that will lead to something...

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Tribulation

If living for subsisting

or existing to survive

 

Purpose stays elusive

any sense can’t derive

 

Going about in vortex

moving at  rapid pace

 

No time for indulgence

in own personal space

 

Stuck in same tedium

since been on to avoid

 

On face near amiable

 but zest seems devoid

 

In inferred conspiracy

end's nowhere in sight

 

No choi...

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Clouds of Loss

If I had
one wish
then it
would not be
for a kiss,

but to look
into the storm
of your eyes again,

and listen.

Katypoetess 2016

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Also by Katy Megan:

Cacophany in the Second City |

Lovelove poetryKatypoetess

Escapee

Gente breeze blowing

Dandelion soars skywards

Dreams become wishes 

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Also by Helen:

Nature's Forecast | Hung | These Streets | A Mother's Love | The Has-Been Poet | On Top! | Easter Bonnet, Sonnet |

Ring of Roses Haiku (re-post)

Crisp within her vase,

dead red roses on display;

fragile in the light.

 

Lack of sickly scent.

Seeing beauty in decay;

brittleness deflects.

 

Look but do not touch,

your fingers are forbidden;

petals turn to dust.

 

Floral deviance

delighting in senescence;

ring of rosy death.

 

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Also by Laura Taylor:

Arrested Development Haiku | Dante's Cat |

This is the Beginning

This is the beginning
Of a story with no conclusion,
A tale of souls, lost,
In search of a solution

A tragedy, a comedy,
A loop that never ends,
Same mistakes, made over,
'Til we all can make amends

In this vicious circle,
Few find their peace inside,
Hidden in the chaos,
Unseen by the naked eye

At a point along the journey,
The Way may yet be shown,
All the answers will come c...

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An apology for probable Friends

I apologize most solemnly

To every sick,

Son of a bitch

Who evoked in me

A desire to diminish

Their assets and accolades,

In the groove of 

An undulating adolescence.


Forgive me, friends

It seems to me

I hated you not

For what you had

Or the things you achieved

But for the guardian commemorations

That you received from you folks

And mine too.


Whi...

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Past perfectfuture tense.

From The Light Into The Dark

You stand before an empty horizon,

The silhouette of the trees running sharply across the bottom of the sky,

Eyes fixed on those soulless, black shapes in the distance.

Your gaze wonders up – slowly. The sky transforms before you

From the light into the dark.

 

The moon hangs – trapped in the dawn of engulfment,

The ground beneath you is dim – stretching to meet the light.

...

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Porridge

Porridge

 

In the morning

make sure I calculate

precise,

Flat packet grains compress

into calibrated measure,

To be levelled

then dispensed,

With milk added to twice the degree,

Stirred,

Placed in microwave,

A minute of vibrational rotation.

Stirred,

Returned for half the spell of time.

Withdrawn,

Stirred.

Seed topping on the milky mass,

Insalt...

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Caught in the Spider’s Web While Cupid Shoots Arrows in My Head

You’ve gotta help me

Please

I know

I know

I know

There is something wrong with me.

It's an illness!

A disease!

 

But it's not,

It's foolish

And everyone

(excluding sociopaths)

Gets caught

In the messy web

Of the venomous spider

That is called

A crush.

 

God,

I have a crush.

I need help,

But his hair has these lovely curls,

He’s...

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Also by Poetryum:

Apocalypse | The Real Me | Mirror | Boat | With Her Graces The Shoemen Fell | Highs and Lows, Frogs and Toads | When The Light Dies And Darkness Thrives | "Are You Okay?" | My Hero |

crushloveinternal struggle

The better evil (revised)

 

Intimidated by political tugs
Prone to insert in one's mouth
The nose of a loaded gun
Or suspend a plastic bottle full of water
On males' reproductive organ,
Devoid of freedom of expression
Also denied  to his right and
Deplorable condition drawing attention
Shunning his God chosen land,
What is more a bright and warm country
Under the sun ,a journalist dreaming began
Fighting al...

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Recipe For Angela

(someone asked me the other day what it was that was keeping me so "well" because they wanted to bottle it to give to others....this is what I came up with)

 

A little pinch of madness to compliment a smile,

A tablespoon of strength to walk on another mile,

Mix in a little courage so you can win each fight,

This is the key ingredient so you must get it right.

 

Find a pen and ...

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A Crescent

A picture I saw on a patch of wall

Dust and dirt hid the edges, the frame faded

The shades of black, setting the tone.

Reminded now of this grim sight

When walking home in the early hours

Lights blazing from bungalows, the never-sleeping

The cul-de-sac stretched and warped

Through shadows on the green.

To stay and keep vigil by the postbox

A solemn red flecked with peeki...

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2012

Ghost Story III (Part 16 and 16B)

Part 16 (A)

Broken inside out
The man in black
Waited outside central library

Hands lined deep
Inside his pockets
Until he nearly gave up
And went home

Smoking cigarettes
Repeatingly in a broken loop
Until another man
Turned up
His face lined
Like a rowboat

Coughing frantically
Knowing that their meeting
Would affect
More than
Just a few lives.

 

Part 16 (B)

Late...

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Also by Andy N:

Ghost Story III (Part 1) |

Thoughts

It is an anti-climactical relapse into the repression and suppression of life. You'll be on a cloud of positivity held in the captivity of optimism. And then as if your minds been hit by a tun of bricks that indicate the euphemism of the candidness of reality. As you get older you realise that the higher you climb the further it is to fall, so you get indecisive between the fear of failure and the...

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Phantom Pubic Prowler

Train cancelled late for work again

standing close handsome charming clean cut

come to bed Mr smiling eyes

offering complements fully responding body tingled.

 

Embarrassingly flushed sexual attraction causing distraction

felt desired and flattered absolutely taken

both adventurous wanting more exchanging numbers

asking Was it for a date?

 

Why wait lets board empty c...

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Unrehearsed and Raring To Go |

hospital attendant who prepared patients has gone

Crawl

Farewell seems much too painful

Body's weary, alike soul

Craving warmth of no other

Bringing hope into the crawl

 

Losing ground beneath thy knees

Gravel puncturing through skin

Warm hands become colder

Hope is wearing thin

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Also by Ande Norvel:

blissfully shut | (untitled) |

crawlhope

Changes

the mountains
are growing
green again

i know the bend
of your hand now
daylight gathers
into a slow burn
and i am not ready
for sleep

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Also by A.M. Clarke:

Summer Poem |

Chicken sandwich at the Langham

I had a chicken sandwich at the Langham
I eat it until it was all gone
It was posh sitting there in the Langham
In 1991.

I had a chicken sandwich at the Langham
And although it cost me several arms & legs
It felt good sitting there in the Langham
And it made a change from Greggs.

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Princess

Why is my heart indigo?

What could have been became what could have been

All else failed and crimson became me

Was not acquainted with lost before I meet you.

Could not imagine this disdain that inhabits me before I lost you

Felt your warmth from her warmth

Kissed your cheeks through her skin

You gave me life then lost yours living me at indigo

Living me at this cold empty ...

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Also by kimafia Jones:

Awaken | Dance |

losssadnessPain

Flowers mark the spot

Flowers mark the spot

Once fresh

Sweet scent

Since faded

Brittle petals

Tied to the railings

Marking the spot

 

The shrine beside the road

For the passing world to see

Never forget

Never allowed to forget

Sun-bleached photo at it’s core

Decaying flowers surrounding

 

A reminder for the careless drivers

Too busy pedestrians

Texting as they walk

...

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Looking through other people's eyes

Only one poem in and already one packet of jaffa cakes gone! Is this normal?

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Flying My Birds

I fly the birds around this place

We chat amongst the trees

The wildlife up in this place

Contains a rainbow breeze.

The truth rises to the top

A quiet frozen mountain

I fly my birds up to the top 

To chat and to surround it.

Discussing the monopoly,

Folks with greed in mind--

I'm the messenger of truth

Sending my birds to fly.

The Greed-ridden dictators 

Own...

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Self Surgery

Whatever remains

The sense of me

Leaves are slain

From an autumn tree

 

They shed away

From my reach

What was okay

Now obsolete

 

My form elapses

Moments, they leave

I battle for a map

But I cannot compete

 

I am nothing more now but montivagant

An older version of myself a monument

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Change

You'll know when it's over

You'll know when it's over. You'll feel it good and well in your heart. But if you're really over him as he is you, you'll want to see him happy, and that's okay... we grow apart. He will no longer look at you as if he sees the sun in your eyes. You'll more so just be something, someone, to pass time. You won't feel love through his fingers as he grazes your lonely skin, but more so, a Strangers h...

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THE LIVE I WISHED TO LIVE...DON'T LEAVE ME!

THE LIVE I WISH TO LIVE ...NEVER LEAVE ME!

I CRY TO GOD 

WHAT HAVE I DONE

DAY AND NIGHT I NEEL YET BOWING DOWN 

WHAT HAVE I DONE

HOPING TO GET AN ANSWER...

EVER SINCE I STARTED MY PRE SCHOOL 

HE WAS THERE FOR ME 

I HAVE AMBISSION TO ACHIEVE

TO LIVE A SUCCESSFUL LIVE

THE LIVE  LIFE WHICH WILL OPEN THE DOORS FOR EVERYONE 

OH LORD NOW I SEE CHALLENGES THAT I THINK I W...

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Modernist Modern

I say i'm connected

Connection is really subjective

Subjection can't be content

Contention could be projected

Projections are generated

Generation is defined

Definition is not limited

Limitation to this connected

Generation is really subjective

Subjection to my projected

Contention is limited

To my connection.

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April 2016 Collage Poem: Riddles

 

Kerb crawl halt for furtive pleasures:

"I hope it's better now"

 

Icy as a boarding school shower

In mortal mind and nerve

A riddle is told...

What could it be no matter how I think

It is the wrong guess again!

 

Leaving you dumbfounded

Encoded in parrot-like movements

For April Fool's Day jokes

From day to night

 

Lost in Dickens, tonight is the best...

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Also by Stockport WoL:

'Splash' - Inspired by 'Lakhota' by Doug Broadhurst |

Stockport Collage Poem

Life's Own - Ill

Life’s Own - Ill

 

     What World we could write,

If we valued all life,

A tenacious understanding

To protect all that’s living,

Be a human worth being!

 

Then what of death?

     No longer a morbid curiosity,

     But the celebration of what had chance,

What breathed and gave fruit,

What lived by the Sun, Stars and Moon.

 

     What is here and now?

L...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

Apocalypse Song |

Humanly emotions

It's funny how a human body

can get when its in a stage of admiration

how silly we become as humans

that senseless smiles

and bougers giggles

 

why do we need affection

the longing of someone in

your arms or next to you

the thoughts of illeterate things

and all the useless, uncertain desires and hope

 

how do one person look at another

and simply ge...

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I'd like you to like me

I'd like you to like me

and I'd like you to know,

Id doesn't like me and Superego doesn't know where to go.

I've planned a trip to where the tulips grow -

find a vein, push a plunger, let the psychotropes flow.

 

I know you don't like me

and we've nowhere to go.

Ego doesn't know what to do and Id has hate to sow.

I'd like you to, I'd like to oblige you to throw

away m...

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Battle of One

To the death, we say,
Breath licked with flame, spits to my face;
His face.
Racing temples pump furious blood
Through ferrous veins,
Manes rise, eyes blister with relentless rage;
Eventless.
Then, clenched fists draw clotted blood
Through plum knuckles.
My neck buckles,
His neck,
Cracking bone like tinder,
The interweave of puffed ribs and scarlet skin
Glisten with fetid sweat;
I rea...

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Also by Simon Austin:

The Moth |

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Idea of Being Me

I want to break free of your rules, labels, presumptions, assumptions and all your boxes

I want to feel free, have the wings without being hurt!

I am not a rebel,

I am an echo of my voice, my endless notions, ideas and dwellings.

I see the paths, hues and vengeances...

I still paint while the colors deceive...and so they do to all!

I see the broken hearts, the griefs and success

...

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Downtrodden

When young you had a beauty

But you were born poor

So you will eat cheap food as

Your family can't afford any more.

 

You'll lose your teeth early,

Prematurely age,

Eek out an existence 

On a minimum age.

You’ll be old when you're young,

No matter how you try

Downtrodden and disregarded 

Until the day you die.

 

And generation come

And generations go

...

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Did "Like"

I can honestly say thatthis is a pet hate of mine.  i do not have many, thank goodness, but this really gets me going. 

Dis “Like”

 

There’s a little word I love and use,

That recently is being abused. 

Out of context, it sounds absurd,

Miss-usage of this lovely word. 

I use it when I want to say,

That things are nice in every way. 

It’s also handy when you see,

...

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Also by Dusty- Kennedy:

Did "Like" | Two Tribes | Dotage |

Reading for Southbank Poetry magazine

I'm reading on 6th July at The Poetry Cafe for Southbank Poetry magazine

Will post full line-up on here when I know it.

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Also by pauline sewards:

Satellite of Love |

Tonsil Wonderland

 

Frankie and Johnny, post-War adventurers

Will go where programmed masses never dared before;

'Man, we're gonna do it! Let's live with resolution;

'In fifty years there's nothing anymore.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chewing Gum

Chewing gum

To console myself I eat a kipper
with a slice of bread and butter,
the morning spent in a bit of a dither
waiting for the telephone to blether

my hearts not in it and I prod kipper
around my bowl, the skin and bones of it
and the phone didn’t sing, so now I’ll receive
a letter explaining how grateful they are

how they wish me luck and when I say butter
I mean margarine ...

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The Little folk

At the end of the garden,by the big old oak

Hidden away from inquisitve eyes,

Is a dwelling place for the little folk

usually mistaken for butterflies!

 

The flowers grow higher, the grass much more sweet,

a soft green carpet under your feet.

It's easy to miss them, not clearly in sight,

the time they enjoy most, is quite late at night!

You see, they are cautious, and da...

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Democracy HuH!!

"I did not rob the bank, I was only driving the car"

"Okay you are obviously innocent then",

" you are free to go"

"Mr Cameron".

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Also by PatricioLG:

Overwhelmed | From the ground up |

The Hitman

It was an accident waiting to happen, although it hadn’t happened yet.

The kerbstone had shattered and it just needed one person who wasn’t looking where they were going. But everyone seemed to be looking where they were going. Especially the postman, who would comment on the kerbstone whenever he avoided it.

The severed foot of a small bird lay in the gutter near the kerbstone amongst the l...

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Ghost Dancer

We danced to Cuban rhythms 
Late into the night 
I twirled my skirts in girlish glee
Giggling in delight
My heart it started pounding 
As you held me tight
I waited for the kiss
That would bring me back to life 
Then
Brutally it struck me
At the stroke of midnight
You were just an apparition
Your kiss turned into frostbite 
A phantom on the dance floor 
A cruel trick of the light
Yo...

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Counting Sheep

Counting Sheep

Tick followed tock followed tick followed tock
Like the mechanical heartbeat of Big Ben's time clock
Except this one is small and its wrapped round my wrist
Mechanically timing every toss, every turn, every bodily twist
And as it ticks and it tocks it’s giving me strife
a metronome counting down to the end of my life
But the second hand doesn't tick it gracefully sweeps
ar...

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Who am i?

Who am I?

What is the real reason as to why i cry?

My mind is at a loss

I feel like my emotions are turning to stone

and im becoming comfortably numb

 

 

I just want to be free

and see all i can see

I dont want to be locked up with my thoughts

because the same questions race through my mind

"Who am i?"

They all seem to have the answers, everyone but me

"you'r...

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Childhood Friend

I wish I can be that crazy kid again,
who used to jump just seeing mountain chain from train.
I consider my self fascinating & lucky,
As I could watch shows like Johnny Bravo and Buggs Bunny.

This was the time when I had not smartphone & App.
It was the time when I could sleep in my Grandma's Lap.

I remember school rickshaw used to pick me at seven.
When I could have fun with my buddies...

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In the spirit of Leona...

In the world of tax (and tax avoidance)

watch what we say, not what we do.

It's not levied on the likes of us:

it's only meant for you.

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She sailed into the suffering seas

She sailed into the suffering seas,

Just like she through the mist sees.

Her heart lurches at the hint of land,

All she pines for is a heap of sand!

 

Ages since the smell of green,

And the familiar taste being only winds.

She's withered by the sea now,

She knows not to differentiate senses how!

 

But she's alive, it's enough it seems,

For existence is her only ord...

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firstattemptendlesssea

The World's Coat

The World's Coat

The world's coat

has a zillion buttons made of stone,

has pockets

deeper than the deepest Ocean;

with its collar pulled up

it reaches beyond the death of stars.

Its fabric can cope with hurricane and hail,

sandstorm and snow;

it can brace your sorrows and your fears

of no tomorrow.

The word's coat is lined with silk from all the silk worms

that ...

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Zones of Avoidance

The impressions of fingerprints

Pressed against the transparent barrier

Filled with urgency and

Quiet desperation to break

Through and be enveloped. 

 

Bending, waving, beckoning

Trapped within, redundant and

Nostalgic. You breath through

Your skin envious of the

Swathes of white in the sky. 

 

Your desires shifting alongside the

Diversities of nature. 

Th...

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Also by Stephanie Gomez:

(untitled) |

Scratching Beard, Holding Head

Scratching Beard, Holding Head

Toing and froing getting little things done

Lazing around watching daytime TV

Temporarily caught up in the glitz and the glamour

Classic literature sitting on the shelf

Waiting to be read, I remind myself

 

Time flies by imperceptibly  

I Scratch my beard and hold my head

What was it?  That needed to be said

 

Was it correcting the la...

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Heaven

A Catholic priest crucified

On Good Friday

Children blown to bits

In Lahore.

Home to the Shalimar Gardens,

A piece of pink Heaven on the bloodyearth.

 

Built by the Mughals to celebrate God

In its marbled, mosaic mosques:

It celebrated the Hindus and the Buddhists

Who'd moved into the future

Keeping their close hold onto the past.

It celebrated the Christians an...

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If Cameron came to my house- Live at Evidently

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xplwWdyScOM

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Also by dazzer:

The Costa Coffee-live at Evidenly |

My Muse

Hearts - beating faster

Temperatures - rising

Eyes - shining bright

 

Because

 

Anticipation - almost too much

Closeness - never too much

Happiness - just being together

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Some Small Whisper

Some Small Whisper

 

I bumbled through life,

And I had no real aim,

I set myself one goal,

To not play the game.

 

I never took prisoners,

I counted no score,

I ended with plenty,

And want for no more.

 

I’ve food and I’ve transport,

Two dogs and a chair,

A home in the country,

A fox needs his lair.

 

With nothing resplendent,

I dress as I plea...

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One Step Closer

Come one step closer

that's all I ask

Just close enough for me to Reach

Touch, and Experience

your foreign, yet familiar face,

Recalling unique sensations,

in desperation

I fight for the part of you

that is mine...

rightfully mine

Cease your frolicsome avoidance of

my existence-

which is...

God's creation behind concrete walls

that overshadow desolate, bar...

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FreedomExperiencePainLove

Uninvited guest

​I have a little visitor 

An uninvited guest. 

He's clever and sly 

Hard to catch with my eye. 

He comes out in the dark 

A mere shadow, so quick! 

It's hard to tell 

What mission he's on

When he scuttles around, 

Silently but with purpose. 

In trying to find 

Where he's chosen to hide 

It's a challenge too far for me! 

I left him a note 

A notice to quit 

...

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For you - in winter

I.

In the hour of not-quite blue

your long, lean, lithe form,

your back,

finally at rest,

next to me.

My hand finds

the soft, silent curve,

the indent of your waist,

and slides

gracefully

seeking its place

wrapped round your masculine pride

like an infant’s grasp

holding on

because

 

II.

You are not a guardian angel

but you protect me:

...

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love poem

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