Between toll of five and six
he wakes her dawn with scythe
of his restless thoughts and sighs.
She joins him tourniquet in
the morn that keeps them forlorn
longing for the sun to rise.
Who will blink bright first?

So tired, so tired, so tired

She prays today is that day
A dement relief of the pain
time refuses to heal hollow. 
Stubborn clock ticks a reverse
making his absence far w...

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In the ground I sit

Counting.

On the ground I stand

Humming.

In dreams 

I am full of hips that sway side to side

Full of my own soul

Full of my weeping

Full of knowing.

Someone tries to take a scalpel to my curves –

Chop them off

Surgically remove them -

Angry that I represent 

Gaia,

the living breathing Earth,

swaying and undulating unde...

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Oh I've left you fucked then?

A wingless bird in its middle age squaked to a chick with eager wings.

Never pitty the flightless ones,

The fucks cant fly!

But when Grav-bound wings throw shit into the sky,

The Icarus worshiping pride trash like me cant wait,

To fall dead and burning.

I lost in your book,

But in mine,

I was born to be a missile.

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belief is the key to grief or glory

each commitment tells a story,

and inherited views are a war we must lose

so be wise with each step before you choose.

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A woman's voice calls out.

I walk dripping from the shower

to the bedroom.

Upon my bed a fresh white towel

lay folded

and

upon that- my phone.

It's her.

The ring-tone

'Konnichiwa'

I place the vibrating 'phone upon

the dresser

take the towel from the bed

and dry myself.

I lay on fresh sheets.

She calls again.

The Japanese voice enquires agai...

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 These days indepth research is essential before considering taking up Apiculture, with its thousands of employees

Two bees flew into TESCO.
 while out at work one day
both tired...agreed to rest a while
 before they flew away
recovering on a checkout, 
glimpsed the price of passing honey
Jesus Christ they chorused...that's a lot of money
three pounds odd for half a pound...that's a huge...

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It was the time–the one and only time–
And never afterwards a  time again.

I sensed she was behind me, and I felt
Her desolate, enormous helplessness
With such a fierce compassion that it seemed
My very heart must claw out from my back
And leap the space between us…But, summoning
A strength from some cold fathom of the will,
Garrotted peace…Slowly I turned around
And, nodding curtl...

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Parody of Adam Ants "Stand and Deliver"

I'm the Tory highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I earn my cash from raising tax and sheer exploitation,
We will take your dole and cause bloody devastation!
The way things look nobody will qualify for next year's old age pension!

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Doesn't it make you shiver, this tory way of life!

I'm the Tory h...

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Dha Kro’z Ov Al-bi-an

(Tak’n frum ‘Dha Book Ov Kro’z’)

Koww Koww Koww
Wit wich hurd mi ple -
Kum down in hur
sno dres fin’ery.

Koww Koww Koww
“Giv mi vois”, sez I,
“For Kro iz sik ov
ra’ging at gray ski”

Koww Koww Koww
“I wish mi song be hurd,
tune’ful as a
prit’i lit’l burd”
 
“No, No”, sa she
“Nev’ar such a thing -
for u ar blak ov hart -
as blak of wing”

“I se u on ...

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I’d rather be a coward
than a liar, I suppose.
Then I might console myself
by thinking, well,
at least she knows.
I could play the lover
and she’d think her love secure;
but I cannot pretend I haven’t
fucked it up before.

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Sung: from rung to rung
whiskey-oiled voices
pushing the greats out of their graves
climbed out of styx asylum on day passes
overstaying through the night.

Folded vocal cords,
cannbalized from others sooner fallen
drunk like bravery,
screaming for enlightenment
up into darker skies, daring
spitting, spraying blood and scar tissue
one more friday to stave off death:

Hope is an opiat...

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You inoculated me, so I was immune to your love

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You'll find them among most types of mob

With shuttered mind and open gob.

You'd be forgiven for wondering what they do for a living

When they prefer to be taking rather than giving.

They'll shout you down in your own small protest

And you think they might actually be seeking arrest

From the ranks of police that wearily try

To make sure the peace doesn't go too awry.

Having...

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Currently on the cusp of discarding my next planned collection as pointless so thought I'd give these a last airing first, blow the dust off the shelf before retiring gracelessly 

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/PaulSands

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I want to run, far far away

Where the grass is green, and the children play

Where the sun is beaming and the skies are blue

Where the days are longer and my dreams come true

If I could fast forward to that happier place

Perhaps ill feeling would disappear without a trace

Though If I cheated time, I might cheat myself

Perhaps challenges and realisations are encapsilations ...

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When you don’t know who to trust

And everyone feels so far away from you

Don’t let heavy thoughts force their way out of you

Hold still and don’t break down.

Among the crowd you’re not alone

Don’t break though tired of the deceit

Just look around and you will see

The lies you see are made by you

Don’t put the blame on anyone

You have a choice on what to see

...

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Singularity

I'm not sure how we started
But you must've been part of the mass
The love that I've encompass
Also the love that has come to pass
You must've been a dream that I've dreamt of
Or a dream I've yet to realize
A fairytale concluding in "Happily Ever After."
A fictional account to my real life
A continuation of the semicolon
There of and there after
You're my beautiful disaste...

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I’m boiling at 14 degrees

I’m boiling at 14 degrees 
Where is the love of my life ,please

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Screaming-again.

Next doors-again.

No sleep for me-again.

Coppers arrive,do nothing and go-again.

Man and wife thing-again.

Screaming-again.

Ambulance men arrive-again.

Sadly,after tonight,they won't ever need to come back-again.

________________________________________________

© Patricia Wilde Wednesday 27th May 2015

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Rome lays bare its bones,

a body dissected for sightseers:

in a corner of the square, the spot in 44 BC

where the Senate met and Caesar fell.

Pillars, ruined temples, marble lavs

uncovered, for the cats to colonise.

Let developers

gnash their teeth in vain.   

In the nearby shadows of a back street

small shrine to politician Aldo Moro,

found in the boot of a...

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Remember that our next meeting is a workshop, not a meeting! Sarah Butler, a successful author, will be enlisting our help to find The Heart of Stockport. Just bring paper and pencil (or bark and scraper if you prefer). Our work will be used in a text/textile project called Unpicked: Restitched, about which more can be found here: (https://unpickedrestitched.wordpress.com/).

Here is a litt...

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Double Dark  

I

The ugliest thing I’ve seen was removed from my body

It was multi-layered different shades of brown and wet gray

It was a flesh-serving platter stacked high with dead tissue

I’m escaping skin again after eight years of recovering from

The last reincarnation of my ever-evolving soul and

Body has no choice but to come along and suffer in pain

Snakes do it in g...

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Deceit is my custom. I am the trophy of my home The joy giver to my family The honored and respected Gratified not hindered But yet I disappoint, In war with my thoughts and heart. It's exhausting When I try to step away from, from the smoldering fire It attracts me like looking at a cosmetic set in a magazine. The falsehood population is increasing, I try to cease this deed, so that I...

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(Written and performed yesterday at the wedding of my No1 daughter, Sarah, to Robert Shersby)

When people ask of me

What would you like to be

I think of all the dreams that I’ve had

I’d choose the perfect groom

Perhaps Orlando Bloom

Or Daniel Craig or even my dad;

Instead I am Bobby’s Girl

Here I am, Bobby’s Girl

But that’s OK cos I love him you see

I’m glad to b...

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In the distance I see him there,
smile spreading cross face,
hate and fire filled eyes,
he will be my demise.

With a mighty roar,
he advances.
Earth shaking as he sprints,
My fate is sealed.

I spur my steed,
Steel my nerves,
Focus my eye on the Wolf,
Knowing I will die,
I am calm.
My aim is true,
I throw the Swaying One,
and the Wolf yelps in fury.

Blinded is he,
by spear an...

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On the replacement bus

Created a bit of a fuss

Told him the shuffling mass

Being guided

Onto the number eight

Were on a journey

Of 'Take That' Northern Cleansing

To meet their fate

The laugh he threw back

Hit my face

And we soon turned Into a disgrace

Whispering loudly

Over the seats

You told me

About Grinder

And I, you,

Of black pudding meats

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I dreamt about you

last night

for the first time

in years.

You were in a hospital

or refuge

or somewhere

like that.

I climbed a rope

with a rose

between my teeth,

up three storeys

at dark blue midnight

to your bed,

slipped in beside you.

There was a man’s voice

murmuring

somewhere

off-camera

and I felt the warmth

and the firmness

of yo...

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The following was written by
my niece Cynthia Smothers Carter
and is used with her permission.


Rain...again...
But I have come to the conclusion that
it has always rained on Memorial day
and I have figured out why.

The rain is the tears of all our fallen
Soldiers past, present and future. 
Thank You for Your service and the
ultimate sacrifice You ...

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"Today”, introduced us

 She greeted in zealous voice

 I shook hands too;

 Keeping at my poise

Innate was her halo

I unzipped my rucksack

Hers’ was unexplored story

Mine was a setback

Grief is beyond abyss

I can’t prune in verve

She shuddered me & said

“Ah!! You never had the nerve”

Novice and yet-to-come

She had sheath of my wisdom

While I s...

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A petal flutters spirralling

Through the upper air

Like a breath upon a snow drop

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I drink, I smoke, I swear, I curse

I help, I soothe, I ease, I nurse

I bag, I satchel, sling, and purse

I'm loud, subdued, verbose and terse

(I don't even know what that's supposed to mean)

I write, scribble, doodle, 

Using my noodle

But I sure as hell just cannot verse.

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in a world of false opposites
where very little has meaning
I pick at the word angst

first in the german
- then in translation
and back to the root cause

the necrotic neurons of neurosis
and dally in denial
at the prettiness of daisy chains

bitten lipped slit and threaded
and threaded by girls in summer dresses
cross legged
   they show the V of their knickers

http://blue...

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Humanity She is bound. Held down by the hands of many, all exclaiming innocence whilst the gagged girl lies fragile fallen flawless, in all but reputation. Meaty hands grope her broken body, caving into primitive desire that destroys virgin innocence, peace defunct.

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I hear you in my statements and see you in my face, Constantly I search for this place that doesn't exist, Where I was of worth to you, Instead I am an obstacle in your path, You have chosen to discard me all in the name of love, Or so it would appear, but it is clear it is only your fear that has left me here, In a disarray feeling betrayed, because of you I never measure up, You taught me ...

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Its Saturday night at the taxi rank

street angels are steering girls to the cabs;

legs over tits like a Picasso and

it’s wild, and it’s laughter, and songs are buzzin’.

So can you hear the people weeping?

can you see the children dying?

All you knew was love, Alan, all you knew was love

as you drove your taxi through this world.

And the laughter and the love in t...

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Altitudes unfigured

Adroitly measured

Doubling in the distance

Peering into scenes

From ancient books

Ripening in prophesises

Trespassing on our future

Buried under bent grass

Hung high even now

Even in the shadows

Creaking into silence

Like going out to your own funeral

Left out to dry.

(For Michael Gove - wrote after readi...

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Breasts are something to be ashamed of, something to hide,
Yet something that a kid will suck on just to stay alive!
Something everyone once depended on once in their life
Yet something evil, something I must hide
A man's nipples are useless and yet just fine
The woman's are lewd tho to a hungry baby divine

To wear one layer of clothing!
A sin God forbid despite the sweltering heat
The s...

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They made you feel so wanted. 
They took your heart and bathe it on roses
They caress your old scars with kisses 
Make you believe there’s nothing else more beautiful than their existence.

They look into your eyes and touch your soul
They make you crave for them more
They say one word and it vibrates your heart in whole 
Make you fantasize you and them growing old.

They made you feel l...

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The warm and jolly streams of wind 

Are finding paths all through my hair

Just to escape the summer sun

And hope that it won't find them there.

They played this game all through my past,

But for today I couldn't care.

I have a problem on my mind 

Thant won't disolve in boiling air.

I dream of rest for broken minds.

I dream of peace inside my head.

The one I ...

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You say that I'm a dreamer

and so I may well be

but the dreams I have

aren't just for me,

they're for you and all to see.

The dream is of love,

of life free from harm,

a dream of peace and

shelter from the storm.

The dream is the lifeblood

flowing deep in our veins,

the dream will always be

for all to see

and all that remains.

The dream is t...

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http://www.amazon.co.uk/Aionios-Charis-Danny-Metcalfe/dp/1504937406 

http://www.dannymetcalfe.com/ 

“Metcalfe weaves rich, earthy imagery with vast dreams of the cosmos. He explores the inner through the outer, provoking visions of eternity, gracefully leading the reader through the edge of the solar system into the infinite abyss and back into the depths of the ocean bed. Love is emphatical...

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Have you ever thought about this girl?

The girl that does her hardest to please you

To go out of her way.

To take a fall to take a shot

But all you do it block her out

Hurt her to the point of no returning.

Silence.

She decided that being silent is the best way.

No one will bring her to her knees

Making her want someone to see.

What exactly she needs.

The silence t...

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A protest song I wrote recently. It fits to the "Prince of Denmark's March".

Out with a world of contracts to cheat us
Out with the lords who hoard their gold
Out with a world of sanctions to leave us
Starving in the cold

Take hands and march to show
Our strength shall grow
And we shall not fail
Take hands and let them know
Society is not for sale

These are the dreams of safety and...

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You were supposed to be my knight in shining armour

You were supposed to prove them all wrong

Cause back then you were young, and dumb, and stupid

But now you are old enough

To know that you can’t be out here breaking hearts

I guess that’s where we fell apart

I was too busy trying to protect us

And you just didn’t care at all

Making me look foolish over and over again

Tr...

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Today I am the immovable object,

A dented can of who-knows-what

Adorned with a loud sales tag

That screams, “I am less than I was.”

My worth has been discounted,

My status redefined: damaged.

My life has been provisionally shelved.

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You

Thrust me - palmfuls of treasure.

Woo me - waterfall words.

Blunt me - fickle full stops.

You

Steep me - leaves in a teacup.

Break me - set me free.

Block me - wicked white coats.

You

Flower me - pink carnations.

Lift me - red balloons.

Pop me – barrage of blunt pins.

You -

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I made sandcastles here as a lad.

I’ve walked and ran with the dogs,

Faced the rain and the blustering winds,

Dozed in the summer sun,

And beachcombed.

When I die, burn my body like a Viking God

And bring my ashes to the sands.

When the tide turns and the wind blows hard

Then empty my remains.

Let the wind take them across the waves;

And watch while the sea foams...

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I wish I were a butterfly 

And could have enjoyed the creativity of God 

And would have been able to fly 

To capture in my eyes the beauties of Lord.

I wish I were being sat on a flower 

Doing nothing but dating it with Love 

All the time enjoying the beauty of the flower 

And giving limitless hugs to express my love.

I wish I were been collecting honey 

By kis...

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The heaviness in my eyes after our lips would unattach controls me. It's all that I think about, the feeling of wanting to kiss your lips again, wondering if I could just one more time have those heavy eyes..

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Can you imagine infinity as a 10 year old?

Yet now, 28 Years Later, I think it’s no time at all

I know you’ve been with me, all this while, watching, 

I grew from a child, into a girl, then a daughter.

There were times when I wished you weren’t there,

private moments, intimacies, melancholic memories,

I silently searched for you to surprise me,

my wedding, a fatherly hug ...

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Ties tighten on those who pass the gates as their eyes kiss the pavement and want to remain in its company until the bells ring 

Sins and sins and hearts concerned wave and praise and hold out their hands to passers-by as they turn their backs on those stood still 

The grins, chuckles and crooked pointed fingers remain in the playground from days gone by and circulate like chalk scattered by...

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Sittin in my room, this! this heartfelt.  room full of doom.

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Helping other people can become infectious
so if your wealthy enough to drive a Lexus
consider the impact of gifts to a poor family
let those generous ideals bring hope willingly
to all that are struggling without fault of their own
for decent jobs are not there for all as is shown
by the queues at food banks and rooms to rent
as all the income they have is far too soon spent…

Wealth is ...

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THE PRAYER - By HAG

I kneel before the altar
I raise my hands in surrender
I shut my eyes as my visage gazes upon THY Glory and THE Heavens
I see Jesus
I see Angels
Is this my imagination?
Or am I in the spirit as the Christian believers claim and say everyday?
then why not start to make my supplications to the King - Jehovah Adonai
huh
Oh Lord, bless the known knowns
the known unknow...

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moonlight melody

chords across busy sky

convulsive clouds piling to the stars

distant crescendo of angry thunder

and suddenly

cold rain drops heavily

pushed into star space

soaking my silly thoughts

as I race for cover

Cynthia Buell Thomas

May, 2015

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I passed by a lych gate today

An entrance to a calm oasis in which to stay,

Beyond in shade of ancient yews

Are stones with names no longer making news.

I passed within the lych gate’s sway

A two way portal, threshold twixt heaven and life,

Shaded by the holly bough in day

And guarded by the hawthorn bush at night.

Through the lych gate lies a garden

Carpeted w...

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Graffiti grannies they are very canny

they never get caught

but their skills are highly sought

they spin a yarn knit and sow

There cover never gets blown

Statues get covered

As do park benches and poles

Even Chinese boulders

Well I suppose we all need something to do when we get older.

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Got to be something dark -

Peasant Queen status update:
"don't want to be a farm manager
living in a rental when I'm 33"

Slime molds live individually
in decomposing matter

(spent the last six years touring;
need time to be myself)

until scarcity forces them together
and they mass, and fruit

"if only those people in Baltimore had done yoga
instead of tearing the city apart"

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I'm crying out baby 

crying out for you.

Need to see you

hold you in my arms

be with you

lie down beside you

feel you so close

so close.

I'm crying out baby

 crying out for you

life without you

is boring and dull.

I miss your diamond smile

it seems to have been a while.

I miss the fun we had

was it just fictional in my head ?

I want to lead you by my...

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She rocks

She rolls

She turns over

In her head

All her thoughts

All the feelings

From all the words that you said

All that you promised last night

She asks herself

Will you still be there

With her in the morning

I n the daylight

Of her life

Her memories

Her dreams

Will your thoughts

Match hers

As you lay there breathing

Evenly in her bed

W...

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The Twisted Teapot Cafe​ sadly has had to leave its premises earlier than planned.
To support them, I am privileged to host a Spoken Word extravanganza.
Come along to hear first-time performers, young and not so young, new and experienced, poets, storytellers, beatboxers and spoken word artists on the 30th of May 2015 at Sugar&Spice Boscombe, BH1 4HB.

All details on https://www.facebook.com/e...

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Stronger in numbers;

the leaves a deaf audience

clapping spring's last bow.

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A crow landed on the rail.

One for sorrow.

Swept down from the perimeter

mounted the metal siding off the road

and stood for a second on its perch.

Took a quick lick of his head

to spot the murder.

To move on.

It could have been less.

Id left the mess of people,

my head spinning with time spent

disconnected

fragile

futile

Looking a...

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 NOT REALLY A STRANGER

I don't know what the right term is
For this kind of tide
It is high but not stormy
Grey flecked with white
Slightly misty, bad tempered
I get the feeling it would like
To burst through the walls
And drown me quietly.

I stare through the windows
Of a seafront bistro
Designed to show the bay
At its best to visitors
But the waves are not playing
It is only ju...

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And May, with the mud puddles,
and dragon heads near surface, dipping
into slop mirrors, dancing with mouths,
from teal and taffeta slim beasts
ripe for spring and ballet coarse
jaunt of too many limbs,
and watching them dart over,
impossible to catch, like spritely neon
meteorites destined
for a life force
hidden within a folded doorway
amongst trees, and lake,
and path -
s...

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My pulse has been rising, my temples are pounding. The pressure is so overwhelming, and building fast. She'll steal your breath, until it's your last. She's a devil, with such class. She makes your senses, fade, and shiver. She's nothing but a devil. She'll be trouble, just you wait you'll see.

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-the ramblings of another young girl-

written: 4/29/15

I love you like the flames love the wood

that it claims

with its fiery passion.

I love you like the sea loves the shore,

as it kisses the soft sand 

with each passing wave.

I love you like the sun loves the moon,

as it hides its burning beauty just so the moon can shine,

even with all of its imperfectio...

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SHORE

Six thirty a.m. Beside my bed a drawer

One quarter open ,like a lip in the gloom,

Pouting, reluctant to say what has happened.

Light increases at the window, edging

The dark rectangle of blind with white.

Spring dawn is pouring in, unstoppably,

Like the silent rising tide of a brightening sea

At the beach of a million shells where childhood

Left. Inevitably this da...

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Upon mistakes I breathe

From secrets – from lies

They make me belief

They help me take each and every step

They are a piece of happiness

To the mind of those like me

No shrink can make me speak

Sufferings are my words

To think of what people are too afraid to think

To feel unspoken feelings

To belief in those who hope miss

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You see my
Life
Full of
Rack and ruin
Full of
Quick jokes
And heart felt
Insults
Easy easy
Nothing to
Measure
Time off
The ball
Do you
See me
At my best
At my worst
When I'm
Easiest
When the niceness
Falls
Behind shades
Of
Whips
And quips
And people
Who don't care
So much
But care
The most of all
This is
The Big Dipper
This is
The ride of
Your life
This is when
...

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Happy to say this has now been published on Militant Thistles, link here:

http://militantthistles.moonfruit.com/laura-taylor-poems/4590748044

(this is a performance poem - TTIP needs to be heard as teetip)

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As long as the crude keeps pumping, and my car keeps running.

My cellphone calls, and my americano is extra dark and tall.

My tummy is full, and my clothes are cool.

My facebook entertains, and my iPod plays.

And so long as my Fake money is safe in the Fake bank.

And my beloved leaders keep everything according to course.

Then, my deepest apologies, rest of the world, but you hav...

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Eventful love, that smiley dove.

Omini presence, latency seeping.

Her cute shy talk, takes breath fast slow walk.

The innocence in her eyes, keeps u away from byes.

Mischevious clumzzy acts, n d shrewd facts.

My oh my .... no not u 'love' again.

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Fran Isherwood will take you on a wry, awry, word-playful gallop through the vagaries of life encountering a motley cast of mail stealing snails, 70s comedy legends, explosive bakers and baritones- turned -butchers en route. She is a regular on the London Spoken Word circuit who hosts a monthly event in East London but also has previous form as a singer, comic and actor. Fran has had poems publish...

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You play the game,

you sing the song.

Saying that you don't belong,

that life is not easy.

You wear the right clothes,

hang out with the "in" people,

the loaded gun.

You think, "kuching,"

play by the rules that are for fools,

but life does not really.

Self-righteous in the extreme,

living out someone else's d...

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the way we look

the way we talk

the way we took

the love we thought we deserved

but now im slightly disturbed

of how expectation detain out imagination

with no further statement

of debate or suspicion

that our lives arent to be demolished

they are to be lived the way we want them

not the way their expected

always accept the unexpected

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It's five to three and my mind won't quiet
A million different thoughts congregated
In a rioted debate
I wait on the clock to stop but the
Tick tick tick is keeping me awake
Time stopping time from stopping.
It's strange, the unconscious brain
Like tapping into the universe
In sleep. 
Body in a slumped heap
I lie awake with these thoughts
Ironically keeping me up
Simultaneously worryin...

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Aston Villa! Aston Villa!
That’s my team
since I was knee-high
to a limousine

Come on West Ham
I used to scream
at Jeeves
he was an Arsenal man

West Brom United
I know I am
I’m sure I am
West Ham Albion til I decease

Ask any of my Eton chums, they’ll tell you
I’m a City fan - which one?
you know - City!
Newcastle City! Way Ay Mon

Burnley! Burnley! Burnley!
Ra! Ra! Ra!
Scu...

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The sun guides the floral buds into apropos bloom
Sleeping with the security off the weightless moon
The wind moving them all, swaying proud
And they live so much more than in the ground.

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The 8th -9th of May – the Greatest Day,
the Saint Holiday – the Victory Day.
A holiday with glee and spree,
a holiday with tears that appear
remembering those soldiers,
the heroes of the Second World War.
Those hardcore days
we don’t want to face anymore.
That was the largest war
in the history of mankind,
I don’t want you to be blind
but to know and remember the facts:
almost 58 milli...

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It felt sticky

Full frontal view.

Scratching with fingernail

Being very discreet.

Licking moisturized tongue

Spitting to dampen.

Stubborn and difficult

Definitely not shifting.

Getting seriously annoyed

In pure desperation.

Quick sharp tug

Resulted total exposure.

Rattle and roll

Two coconuts shaking.

Above hairy legs

There to see.

My prize banana

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I run my fastest

But still get beat.

I land on my head

When I should be on my feet.

I try to move forward

But I am stuck in rewind.

Why do I keep at it?

I wont be left behind. 

The harder I am thrown 

The higher I bounce. 

I give it my all

and thats all that counts. 

In first place

Myself, I seldom find. 

So I push to the limit

I wont be left behind. 

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The growing up part

was hard enough

without breaking my heart

The walls I built to support me

were never really strong

collaspsing at the seems

Life continued and went on

The world would keep on spinning

But my innocence was gone

Although I suffered through so much

It was all part of growing up

Now I open my eyes to a world full of light

It's...

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………and they say I’m mental!

     I hate to say this People,

But you’re all being watched

For your lies and deceit,

     And if you knew,

If you knew just how disgusting

We’ve all become,

     You would know that

When they play the footage

Back, your very own self

Would give you the creeps.

     You’re saying one thing to yourself,

And differently ...

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I'm not good with noise
I'm deaf - I struggle

I hear most vowels,
But not all consonants,
And the odd schwa
Will easily confuse,
So my brain is made
To fill those gaps
With ever decreasing success.

Background noise is often lost;
But is sometimes over-found and yells.
Leaving some conversations adrift,
Dropping the spoken word forever into an abyss,
Driving me wild with distractio...

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Now called The Staring Owl, it can be found on FACEBOOK at www.facebook.com/thestaringowl

The old blog, Bard Mousse, will not be maintained, because Blogger (ie Google) no longer supports the use of @ntlworld email addresses and Virgin, who are now owners of @ntlworld, don't give a stuff about sorting it out, and none of their proferred solutions works. The archive pages for Bard Mousse are all...

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Yorkshire has made its mark on the world . Good at what it does , clever at what it's achieved . This county takes no nonsense ,will always speak its mind . Accused at wearing cloth caps , but needed to keep us warm . Our weather and our grit , numerous bikes to keep you fit . Makes the Yorkshire County the top of the charts . Having the nicest landscape , and Great National Parks .

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because you deserve to feel
        the sun on your skin
        hot sand between your toes
        to slough off the workday drudge
        and free your smile
because it will be fun
because ice-cream melts fast
        and tastes good
because it’s your laugh that matters
because no-one ever died thinking
        the best thing they did
        was spend three years on a diet
        ...

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Image: Summed up in one word "Home"

27.04.2015 – 134) Lightnin’ flashin’ a rumbling sound

Strong wind blowin’, rain hittin’ the ground

Coming down in a torrent, to some most abhorrent

To some grand, increased water supply irrigates the land

I’m listenin’ through the window the rains glistenin’

In the glow of a nearby floodlight

An’ I’m hopin’ it won’t last long an affect ...

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I slide down a rope
     into the empty chasm 
          which is your cold heart. 
I light a fire 
          in the depths of your despair. 
You hate me anyway. 
It rains. 
An ocean is born; 
          it swallows me whole. 
Darkness engulfs me. 
Surrounded by other misguided souls. 
I feel their cages; 
     I discover mine. 



NOTE: I wrote this at age 15. I have edited it sinc...

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Some people are very bad sad and blind
they have no initative or know how to be kind
their presence knows no boundaries what so ever
leading people to the end of their tethers...

would it be okay to swap these chips in?
and ask god if he'd consider starting again.
I wonder what my first thought was
and how my first breath of air felt
I wonder why it was these cards that were delt. 

Yo...

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Oh remember remember 

on the fith of December

when the snow fell cold 

and the man grew old 

yet a child had laughed

for the boy remained daft

and a mother weeps

all the while taking peeps 

the child lay dead 

for not ever fully fed

the snow kisses the ground

and somewhere two are bound

the air grows cold 

yet the boy is bold 

oh december 

is a month to...

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