I have drunk from the chalice of life

Look into my eyes

A portal of lies

Dare you walk through?

Innocence is bliss

Ignorance’s kiss is what we need without it!

 

The blind lead the blind but you say you don’t mind

I have seen eternity

Balls of fire burning bright

In the sky of never ending darkness and chaos

You say God created this

What I say this is God...

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Rest now afraid spirit, Hush your screams now im tired, Half closed doors in my soul, Shut tightly now, Hooded eyes representing my strength to go on, Only half heartedly, Opaque windows fight the sunlight, And the rays rebound into blackness, Leaving my skin grey, Noises merge into sounds of nothingness, And my smile is a lifetime away, Where are you now my spirit? Have you fled and l...

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YOU

 

I stood in your shadow

In awe

Too in awe

Of the brilliant mind

That could blind yet bring sight

To you

The binding blowtorch

And the scorch from the heat

Of you

The weight that could crush

And the rush and the push

Of you

The know who I am

And the know what I want

Of You

I listened

I watched

I drank you in

Never let you in

Had I ever unfurled, uncurled

Been just wha...

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Come, Run With Me

 

‘Come, run with me,’ I cried,

Extending my hand to a blue-eyed boy

Blond as flax weed full of sun.

Five little fingers slipped into mine,

Silken, warm and trusting.

The chain of infants grew on either side

As we trotted around the yard,

Giggling and puffing and pink.

One by one the children dropped away

And again I ran alone,

Wa...

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Two people I know wrote nature poems about ketrels. Despite knowing my views on nature poems, they showed them to me.  I wrote this one:

 

By Kirby’s rotting flat block greys

where sixties urban dreams decay

against the skyline you might glimpse

by overpass and motorways

a kestrel hovering aimless

 

Pushed to the edge by man’s advances

or by fate and circumstances

its super strength los...

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¡Mierda!
¡Cogida!
¡Wank!
¡Cogida!
¡Wank!
¡Mierda!
¡Híbrido,
el cunting, whoring, mierda-coja!
¡AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGH!
 Siento mejor ahora

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Our Hero

 

When the book was closed

The adventure put away

Our hero gave a sigh

 

Stretched his creaking bones

Rested his feet of clay

When the book was closed

 

To the sound of good night groans

And night snuffing out day

Our hero gave a sigh

 

Sleep fell like temple stones

Into dreams where victors play

When the book was closed

 

Mummies thwarted, Pharaoh’s thrones

Fall to the...

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                 You clenched  my mind ,

                  Likewise my body

                  In yours, and you said,

                “.Words are the heart of magic.”

                  Then squeezed me  until,

                  released from my answers,

                  I let visions appear,

                   spirits I had  banished

                  By logic, from fear.

              ...

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FILM NOIR

(The Seven Smiles of Legacy.)

 

Fresh from nowhere he entered our lives

charismatic it seemed – with that smile.

In some mystical way his dentition revealed

the root of his being with nothing concealed

and he swore that no truth he’d defile.

 

The next smile seemed darker - or was it his friends?

Not anything you could define.

As he smiled from high places at home and abroad

...

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Hi, here is a short short, give it a try and see what you think. Be well all.

 

Warp

He began to wake, his hearing focusing on the buzzing - sounding in his ears. He opened his eyes but all was dark, black like night in the centre of a dense wood. He tried to move as he blinked beneath the darkness that surrounded him but found, his limbs incapable of the task, no energy to lift his ar...

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This poem was inspired by a conversation that me and Katie Haigh had recently in which she likened herself to wallpaper and said that she wished she was more like me. I, on the other hand, wish I was more like her. It got me thinking about how we always wish we were more like our friends and less like ourselves.

 

You Are Wallpaper (From Laura Ashley)

 

I rubber ball bounce, like you said, i...

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OK, for the first time this is not just a poem publication, but an info piece...

POETS EXPRESS, BANTRY, Co. CORK, Ireland

A poetry night in the Boys Club in Bantry, featuring yours truly and poets from Manchester, Northern Ireland and Ireland all over...


We are organising a meetup over lunch to read each others poems and to network as writers and artists. The initial one is in Tul...

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A perfect day on velvet hill

where wild garlic grows,

cabbage white seeks cabbage, and still wings stir.

 

This dreamy afternoon

the grass grows dry and warm.

The air wears the hum of the hoverfly

 

The young leave the warren,

play tag in the bracken, investigate the slopes,

bravely explore the other side, forget to hide.

 

Soundless, unseen, she circles above,

The raptor locks her...

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I'm new here but was inspired to join in and post this i wrote years ago. by a comment by Cynthia Buell Thomas on a poem posted by Sebastian.

 

The Big Man With a LITTLE Prick.

He's just a big man with a little prick

so what's the point?

 

When you are so arrogant

You know better than to explain

What the majority just don't get.

Go ahead! Be a big man

But you've still got a little prick

...

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I’m high enough to see the rooftops
I grace rain gleefully
process it.
a cycle that never stops
struggling to escape
the bland below
I own sandals that never see sand
chipped nails
and imperfect cuticles, tales of weekly chores
come weekend
from the dresser reach for blusher
they make me a mannequin
put colour to pale
almost ready to hit the town
the closest thing to a sun tan radiance
I glow from within some ...

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I can't believe myself back then.

I was with a dozen other would be poets

attempting to become the real deal.

One afternoon as I was walking along

the outside terrace I noticed a committee

meeting was taking place in the library

and looking through the window I saw

one of it's members was Poet Laureate.

He was eating Garibaldi and Bourbon biscuits

and when he finished put ...

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The shadows surround me as I blink into the sunlight , tears fill my eyes as I sacrifice my soul for life and death

I crawl back in the deep black isolated hole of the earth that I call my home.

I lay there waiting to be reborn, let the flowers grow from my waste, then let them die upon my grave

Let the sun shine her heat upon my lifeless body, let the sweat drip from my cold isolated heart....

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A report has been published today on the abuse of children by Catholic Church organisations in Ireland. In many cases abusive priests were moved on and nothing done to stop the abuse or bring the perpetrators to justice.

For The Love Of Little Children

Hello! I'm Brother Blessed.

I have taken holy orders.

So that I may praise the Lord

and love the little children.

Straight out from ...

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the felt tip pen leaked
fushia pink
on a carpet
that wasn't mine
in a place
that looked expensive
i walked away
and tried to look like the other people around
when they saw the stain
they were shocked
i had pink culprit hands
i had blushing cheeks
i had everything but guilt

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Today, 17th May, has been designated the first ever 'National Famine Memorial Day' in Ireland.

The Hungry Grass

They buried them like praities in the hungry grass

The only sustenance they knew before

Oh rue the Oomycete and blight

The flight, the fight - tight innards of the desperations 

An Gorta Mór, the murderers and cursed

 Mórrígan of the English lords an...

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Three reasons to go insane that cannot
hear my thoughts, so I suffer. The quietly
cracking cornerstone I am that had you
only been someone else, housebroken
and shown concern over the bills, the
dishes, the niggles that sum to torture, I
might live as happily. Instead I am ash
circulating inside a diseased skull.

This ecological disaster is my polite
chagrin, your detergent deterrent. Furry
growths,...

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It hits me below the belt,
A song I thought light hearted, only sad.
I never knew the meaning at the time.
Now I see it was quite out of time.
Crying before you’re hurt. I always did so.

I think, why do they talk of publications;
Of agents, magazines, markets and fees?
I ask about it, but it hurts to hear
That all the spells we weave are currency.

I will be heard. I want my voices heard.
But when you sp...

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looking at the past

suddenly i crashed

my whole world dissapeared from under my grasp

all those things you did

 would never forgive

the pain and sorrow you caused as a kid

so stop lieing and trying

and then il stop crying!

by vickii aged 15!

 

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Strength and peace,
How long have all lands sought these things,
Ironic that they can never coincide,
Thus when strength comes in,
Our peace is lost,
And many must needlessly die.

Our great land of Britain,
A marauder, blackguard and thief,
How long before it can remove its taints,
Of every war crime ever listed down,
When it all,
All comes down to it GB's never been a saint.

Peace seems at arms' len...

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Enjoyed Wigan last night, proof that you can enjoy the WOL events relatively sober.

Now here is the obligatory MP's expenses scandal sonnet - which should not be sung to the tune of Piggies from the Beatles' White Album, therefore I might try it sometime....

 

Those naughty old MPs, they've been found out

Oink oink, with all their snouts deep in the trough

It makes us feel so smart to scre...

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Noughts and Crosses in the sky,

Hopscotch on the lake;

Musical status trees observe

the water muscle's shake.

 

Rhyming smells skip through the air,

sleeping blossom wakes;

Sounds of stillness resonate

like Bluebells' stomach ache.

 

The lemon custard frisbee smiles

as ‘Kiss Chase’ swans play dare.

The tissue paper landscape weeps.

I wish I’d been aware.

 

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I haven't thought
about flying
for a long time.

I haven't dreamed
of that moment
when I was alone
above the clouds
for a long time.

Haven't dreamed
of waking up in a room
surroundered in
blue and green grass
for more years
than I care
to remember.

I haven't walked
back into the past
nor scratched on the
doors of the future.

Not opened
up the secret door
at the back
o...

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You took away my life, you took away my soul.

You broke my heart, so where was I to go.

You made me feel empty, you caused me so much pain.

Please do not make me, go through that again.

 

I know that you suffered, just like me.

But now and forever, we can both be free.

I love you so much, and you know this to be true.

I could never love another, the way that I love you.

 

Sunday on my ...

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 Unbearable



the unbearable

poverty between

our quick spending

of muscle definition

and emotional IQ

never prepares us

for the exit strategy

of the particular

nervous vibration

of human life time,


the crash of days

leaves us wreckage

by the soul side,

open books dog eared,

spines cracked , torn

sleeves spilling our

peaceful doves,


but...

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trying to come around

trying to feel alright

not even 'outta sight'

but patience is boring

how soon is now

said morrisey to the angst ridden teen

and me lying on my bed

feeling like an old has been

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            Hi,
                This may not be what a blog's supposed to be but I have a monologue piece, Bomber Jackson Does Some (running time about 45 minutes) which I want to organise a tour for away from
London, probably no earlier than autumn.
Wondered if anyone's interested either as a venue or maybe being the top of the bill act in their part of the country ? I'm not expect...

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Back Fat

 

I’ve got rolls over my bra but he doesn’t care

He’s not one to talk – he has loads of back hair

Either way you shouldn’t be able to grab a person’s back

I loose some weight then he’ll back, sack and crack

 

I leave the toilet seat down but he does not fret

He just pisses on the ring and leaves it wet

Either way we argue over the state of the bowel

If I leave the seat up then h...

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Away, haul away

We’ll haul to line our pockets

Away haul away

It’s what MPs do.

 

We vote for or own payrise

We’ll haul to line our pockets

At ten percent ago

It’s what MPs do.

 

With gold plated pensions

We’ll haul to line our pockets

On the backs of the voters

It’s what MPs do.

 

Away, haul away

We’ll haul to line our pockets

Away haul away

It’s what MPs do.

 

We’re arrogant ...

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lifelines

 

she sits

she knits

the needles click

as strand by strand

in cracked crabbed hands

each stitch

might haul them

back to land

 

her days, her nights are one, the same -

a gift of darkness borne by grief

to wounds already salted well.

lips taste each quarter

of the wind; she hears the tides

advance, retreat -

as if in echoes from

some  ancient stranded shell.

she feels t...

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Okay, so I've read this in many places and is my response to the absolute crap that our politians spew lately.

 

Powerful Politics

 

 

Fascist Faggots,

Fudge their Finances,

Failing an Unfulfilled, Frigid,

Electorate.

 

Easily these Eggheaded,

Egregious, Eediots,

Allocate Approving,

Bright and Beautiful,

Magic Money,

To Greedy, Gregarious,

Bloated Bigwigs.

 

Carefully, and Cautio...

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We, the righteous citizens of England,

Wish to file a complaint.

We find the words sex, drugs and all affiliated terms,

“Street” or otherwise a tad insensitive to our moral and ethical codes,

And therefore we wish them to be removed from all:

Song lyrics,

Plays,

Movies,

Video games,

Books,

Radio shows,

Pharmaceutical companies,

Adult stores,

And msn screen names.

This is due to the f...

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Peace is Internal and External

 and can be thrust upon you

unless you have control issues

  and I do

sentimentality aside

it takes something special to make me relinquish

some urge, some desire

internal and external

enough to leave me trembling between the sheets

I give a little

and then a little more

and then if you're lucky

Let go

Very lucky

Although when I do

there's no going bac...

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Manchester Ritz

 

Manchester Ritz, the glam n' the glitz

dancehall days, it's a ballroom blitz!

sticky carpets, sweaty armpits

see her dress, it just about fits

have a dance, or prop up the bar

glittering balls, a dancefloor star

see that girl, I can see her bra

watch her move, she's the best by far

sexy girls, crazy drunken nights

low cut tops, minis...

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swim on a sunset cloud into tomorrow
dot the stars with eyes
forget yesterday's sorrow and drown in the moment

spring gives us summer to our step
perhaps there's life out there afterall

***

the moon is blooming
as hash rocks plummet to the floor
like comets
to whatever lays beside my feet

[ copyright owen calvert 2009 ]

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