on the great hem of Heathrow in summertime

we set off from Ashford to Stanwell

Sunday sure - footed,

my parents ahead,

my brother and me behind.

"Daddy, daddy, what's that for"  I asked -

no answer came, his mind a trick of the light

a prism of serious concerns.

 

The reservoir confronted us and then

in slow procession the prefabs.

"Daddy, daddy, where does that go...

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I have always collected paintings

Always on the lookout for another piece

Something to go there

Next to the door

I have pictures of women

Their backs turned

Japanese ink drawings

Of cranes

I have splashes of colour

That mean something different

Each time I see them

I have scenes of desolation

And of hope

I have idyllic cottages

Crumbled apartment blocks

...

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Just like a flower

our love 

blooms in the summer

and dies in the winter.

With nothing but memories left to show

what once stood tall,

has now

fallen.

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No pal at school ever called it exciting

Crouched over a desk - doing Copybook writing.

With dip-pen in hand slowly following each letter

Teacher over your shoulder - willing it better.

 

The scratch of the nib across a notebook

Juvenile attempts at a tidy "by rote" look,

With occasional splatterings of wayward ink

To cause a kid to stop and blink -

 

And hastily blot...

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Author unknown; posting this here because I found it to be so very beautiful. 

~~I’m an old grey cat letting life slip by,
 Nothing disturbs as I twitch and sigh,
 My silken fur is grizzled and dank,
 My sturdy frame is frail and lank,
 It’s a shadow world as my eyesight dims,
 A bony old cat with creaking limbs,
 But my heart beats strong with a faithful thud
 And I have to say tha...

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Between every few steps

He staggers

He rocks

He sways like a sail

Caught in a gentle breeze

Then says to me

You’re not from round here

Are you?

I nod in the affirmative

Wanting to move on

As he seeks to make conversation

His ship now stuck fast

Perhaps like his thoughts

Run aground

The after a moment’s thought

He confidently declares

‘You are from Lo...

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You came to me in slow strides. Steady and ready.

Half a face was all I could see. Hidden was the other half, like the dark side of the moon. Never seen, never discovererd. Forever dormant. You were almost extinct.

I howled at you. I howled at you because there was no other way, no other voice. You were cloaked, hidden by a wall you created in your mind. I tried to break through. I tried to...

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I touch your cheek,

I'm surprised, it's cold.

I reach for your hand

for I need it to hold.

 

I look upon your face

that beamed and sparkled

as we loved and laughed,

wrestled and tickled.

 

Your face is so pallid,

the sparkle is gone,

no more to smile

at the hot summer sun.

 

Your hair neatly tended,

you lie there so still

as I try, with memories,

...

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I started writing poetry at 13.

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burnt bridges grown back by the flesh of sacrifice;
regrown and abraded: ground up as red obsidian
made for careless feet, tapping on solemn, hallowed ground
Bled dry and fed back to the living.

Sigh
so much time spent making noises
mouth-mimicks hiding treasure like a throat infection
coy as is want to do, need to be: my predilection
Parroting:
Insidious, obsidion, ponchus pilot myrmid...

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sometimes i look at the sky
when driving, at speed
and I
see the clouds billow and fold 
an angry riposte at the audacity
of open miles
sometimes thick and black
they tumble
sometimes less afraid
they swoop a palette knife 
full of paint
and accentuate themselves with white tipped
curvature 
like waves in a torrent.
sometimes i look at the sky
and in the picks of rich umber and the ...

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“One day she will turn to you and say “do you still love me?” and a million things will flash through your mind. you loved her when you met her because it was the right time. but now things have gone lifeless and when you look in her eyes you don’t see the galaxy you see a star and stars are beautiful but they can’t sustain life and she can’t give you what you need anymore. you need to tell her, d...

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The hour before sun does set and twilight born
 hazy aroma of cooling fields and hearts forlorn
 Homeward bound, and bound to home
 The wayward desires cease to roam

 
 Sweet light nymph strays into beaten field
 To catch that haze she dares to feel
 She writes a glimpse of hope untold
 As fragile as the petals she dares to hold

 

© Katypoetess  2015

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Enchanted scenes running for my life

Lost horrible in the creepy mist of the strange dark woods

Think that I may very be well and truly gone good and proper

I have been in the water so my phone is broke

Acting absurd like there's no tomorrow.

I met two of my mates, it was weird, the one with the axe, I didn't really look at him,

I focused on the other man witness me dribbling mag...

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Sliver, slip, slub, snarl, sup-up

pins, pair, pick, put up,

inandoutinandoutinandout,

nip, nicking, necking, nosing,

nightnoisesirensnevending,

inaweinaweinawe,

nocturnal nattering ‘til noon,

get-up garble gibbering go work

 

Murmeringmutteringmouthingmilling

unclearunblockingunravelling

laying-on, let-in, long lever

endsneverendneverendnever home again up ...

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That lonely, dark the path she took;

led her down to the bickering brook.

the leaves of the fall, ahead they rushed ;

as she walked down the lane in hush.

They whispered all along the way;

"And she wept in quiet" they say.

The starry sky lit her trail,

and the fireflies carried her love's mail.

She called up the fairytale gone bad;

the fairytale she dreamt,

washed away by the stream...

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Are you the vessel?

The vein?

The path?

 

Are you the fuel?

The impetus?

The drive?

 

Are you the moral?

The whole point?

The final punctuation?

 

Are you the fuse?

The chasing ?

The whats next?

 

We wish we were the whole thing,

Beginning to end.

 

But we all have our place.

 

Point.

 

Burn.

 

Incite.

 

Land.

 

...

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The blade of lust cuts me deep, And u seem to like the sight of it, And nothing takes us by chance, Not even when I break and u just stand. Far off u see a pretty sight, You do everything and u slay me, But when u get there, All has gone to none, All was always dust. And now when u know u'll die, U run back. U touch. And u want our fire back, When nothing took us by chance, For a ...

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As im sitting here trying to fall asleep 
I cant help but to constantly think
Of you and all your lies 
How you confide and cheat
How could I of been so dumb to love someone like you 
Not a man
Not a human 
Not a safe haven 
Who are you ?
How could you let me give you all that I ever had?
While you left me wanting more like the end of a chip bag!
How dare you try to tell me that youll a...

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The wind it tackles

the leaves and the litter

the leaves and the litter

the leaves and the past

 

the sun it is drying

the paint and the puddles

the paint and the puddles

the paint and the past

 

I saw the bend coming

the bend was approaching

the bend in the road

that soon would be passed

 

I saw her look sadden

she feared I was leaving

the leaves...

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Look close, look far

too far?

(too far)

Cars come, cars go

tortured, metal boxes, smudged colours

on tattered tarmac.

Pneumatic drill sounds, distant

hammering, dry clatter

on summer paving.

A man, newspaper

folds and departs kiosk

shimmered in sun.

The calls from traders

I heard them, then

did not hear them

(refused to hear them).

Stepped inside a p...

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Making a Point

I’m understanding
To a point
When the point
Becomes too sharp
I become blunt

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(before the idea of man/woman Christian marriage vanishes utterly, a re-post about what it was all about)

 

WIFE WISH

(an ode)

 

Lord, send me a natural woman.
A straight, proud, toss her head,
Fling back her curl,
Thoroughbred,
Steady-eyed girl
With satin-supple flesh.
Let September sunsets through a mesh
Of low mist glint
And deepen her hair to a copper-gold tint.
Let her...

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 She is a beautiful woman, my mind is taken by her. But this is not the first time I have fallen to fancy. I tend to exaggerate in a longing for romance; yes, I could list many superlatives about her. But what would that say? Really, nothing might happen. She might love someone else. I might love someone else. Then this desire to potray her, as one who is ideal, so as to be poetic, is hopeless. I ...

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I didn't know

how many muscles

a body can have

until tonight.

I didn't know

one can dwell in Eden

if there is no god

until a year ago.

I thought I knew

one can fall from grace

any time

without relief

or justification.

But I didn't know

what it means to descend

and how long the road,

and to where,

to crash or land,

I still don't know.

 

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as i sit across from her i knew i had to say something, but the only problem was, how do i go about doing so?
i have wanted to tell her for a while now but i get all flustered when i try.
how can it be so difficult to get a few words out i mean its barely even a sentence.
i know that the longer i wait the harder its going to get but shes looking at me, with no idea of what i am about to say.
o...

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Peppercorn eyes or was it peppermint eyes, does it matter?

Something...orginal eyes! Something blazing eyes...something dreamy and crapper.

Yes, so he tasted of morning breath and the blandness of saliva

but just write that he tasted of strawberries and hope because that sounds a lot nicer!

...Wait... stop! The ryhme is off!

Can you have more ryhme this time, less variation.

Sort...

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I took your purple book

and with a purple smile

I pitched it in the bin

wishing it were you.

I would laugh to see you 

ground to pulp

in the purple teeth

of the trash truck.

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below the decked black clouds
the upper reaching moor shines emerald now
lit by the slashing sun
between the rain soaked rungs
of the ladder bent above
without rainbow or climbing feet

the raw bouldered hanging cliff
yellow in the evening state
stripped to demerara soft
to mock their hardness and their weight

as all melt away at night
to their beds again they go
but those of us uns...

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am inside

i am banging am kicking am shouting

but am still inside

inside by myself

lonely, lonely lonely ..... frightened

its dark its quiet

the silence... the silence...... the silence

it drives me crazy then,

the whispers.........its soothing

the voices i hear.......... but later they become loud

loud loud loud .............they call ......louder and louder

i ban...

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To her, to them, and to the rest

Please know that I did my best

For you though the pain fills my chest

But to have known you, I feel so blessed

 

To the one who holds my aching heart

It is my fault that we’re apart

Funny, beautiful and oh so smart

But it is I who has been such a tart

 

The past remains a total blur

Temptations have been my torture, my lure

What ...

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I have filed myself away, in a neat little folder

marked Unread. Sneaked myself on the top shelf

hidden yet observed.

To be read later, when I hit that magical age of 50

people seem to celebrate or dread

life half over, half to begin.

Maybe.

Let me enjoy being 24.

The boys are hot, music loud and

alcohol tastes so divine, it leaves

a trail of drunken who gives a fuck,...

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The longest day of the year
in the Northern hemisphere.
The most Sun we experience.
For those seeking abundance
it’s a magical time – astrology says.
It has glorious beams and seeds
that you planted in spring
ripen and sweet fruit bring.
And here is a practical advice
that can’t be bought for any price.
Spend time in reflection and meditation
to understand the real world’s creation.
Li...

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Unsaid Hearts

You've held your tongue of feelings unknown
Yet I broke your silence of gold
You cast your spell in all hope's endeavor
Hoping for forever
But I've already been spellbound by another
You're three words to early
And I'm two words too late
Must this be our fate?

PS. I love you, I'm sorry...

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Grief is costly and I was broke, 
Not you or him or any bloke,
Could have filled my pot of casting love,
He pulled my purse-strings from above.
That heavy weight of stress I threw,
I shrunk and stole myself from you.
That constant stream of words that played,
For them, a fortune I'd have paid!
I foraged deep for that sweet tune,
But woeful blues, they filled the room.
You wouldn't know t...

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Absent Father’s Day

 

Coupled together

Then ripped apart

My friend cries out in the dark

 

 

Remembers the pitter patter of tiny steps

Now alone in his bed sit with regrets

 

Coupled together

Warm and snug

The memories fade like the picture

On the mantelpiece

 

No words can explain

Or comfort the vacant lot

Of fathers tonight

Who have all

 B...

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The lovely gels at The Daily Telegraph Wonder Women asked me to write a poem about contraception for their ace campaign Take Back Birth Control, which encourages women to explore which contraceptive method is the best for them. So I did; it's called Chisel.

I did a video in my living room starring me and my scary cushion and you can watch the video here. I...

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Handsome hunk

Sexy lady.

 

Cards dealt

Game on.

 

Hard core

Strip poker.

 

High stakes

Both married.

 

Bold daring

Winning streak.

 

Drinks flowed

Heavy petting.

 

Naked gambling

Lucky night.

 

Late session

Taxis home.

 

Fumbling stumbling

Drunken state.

 

Unfortunately when

Nervously undressing.

 

Awkward qu...

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Our two collage poems are already available on the unpicked-restitched website:

https://unpickedrestitched.wordpress.com/category/participants-writing/

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I spotted a slip of paper

Blowing around the floor
Nobody else had noticed it
So I had to go and explore

I chased it around the pavement
Through the bus station door it blew
I managed to catch it and pick it up
It was last weekend's lottery ticket, who knew?

It was for the big, multi rollover
Thirty million they said
And they were still seeking the winner
All sorts were going thro...

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My middle name must be leave
Because that's what they all do.
"I don't want to be in a relationship"
Just say it
I don't want to be with you
Because relationship means commitment
It means not being indifferent  
It means being consistent 
And being realistic
But I'm problematic
And defective 
Clearly defective
Because they always choose someone else over me
Always leave and say the sa...

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~~Universal Time Co-ordinated: June 30th, 2015

What will you do with your leap-second?
The precious one second adjustment
added to the final minute of this day.
The important second that holds back
earth’s drift from atomic time;
making up for the irregularities of the earth’s rotation.
The second that keeps us precise.

So, what will you do?

You could accrue the second, keep it in a...

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Just a bit of fun, these poems are used in my work as part of a project using monsters as a way of inspiring young people to share an enthusiasm for writing. Can you identify the six mystery monsters?

 

More than just the sum of his parts

this monster stole another's heart

and his hands and feet as well

not much is his as you can tell

his head is screwed on firmly

by the bolts...

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What is breaking down? Is it coming to realizing that everything you have been was wrong? Was it because you realized you lost somebody you loved? Is it losing the weak half of ourselves to make us a stronger person? Is it because you're finally facing the problem you've been trying so hard to forget and run away from that it stops your heart for a moment as it all rushed through you, knocking you...

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Give me a sight that lasts,

something that won't escape,

because I'm tired of the changing of minds,

the persistent feeling of unease,

that decorates my mind,

it plays havoc with my self-belief,

so lost behind what I thought I could see,

should have realised it was foggy

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Vaccary Walls

Stone lines veining the landscape

Quarried slabs pulled from the earth

Placed upright making a stone fence

Enclosing green fields for Cattle and Sheep

Dividing bog and tussock

Residual hedge trees find purchase for roots

Alongside the rough stones

Where the valley gives way to peat hag and Bilberry

A Buzzard overhead begins a shallow upward spiral

High a...

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~~Sometimes
The rainbows
Get cloudy
I got holes
In my soul
And my sins
Are dripping
All over
The floor
They say
The skeletons
Will rattle
Until
They drive you
Mad
They ain't seen
Nothing
Yet
At the bottom
Of this ocean
There are the bones
Of a killerless
Whale
Who ate a man
In the bible
But couldn't digest
And if you
Count its rings
You can tell
Its age
Or shoe size
...

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Try something new they said. So that was my challenge for this week, and I also got to introduce a Galway audience to the brand of poetic humour that Dublin and Tullamore has come to expect from our Carty!

The open mic night at the Roisin Dubh was something I had wanted to partake in for a while. From the poetry to the comedy gigs down there, I am a regular attendee, normally a heckler ...

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Kamyabi usi ke kadmo me hoti h,

Jo apne Ghamand ko insaniyat me lagata ho

Zidd ko jo palna janta ho.

 

Vyavhar me jiske pyar ho,

Jiska dil udar ho,

Mehnat jiska hathiyar ho.

 

Haar manna josko gavara nhi,

Jisko lagta kisi ka sahara nhi.

 

Rakhta ho jo zasba pahado me chadne ka,

Tufhano ke bich rahkar jo hua ho bda.

 

Girkar jo uthna janta hai,

Muskilon ...

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long, top down drives

even shirtless tans

sweet strawberry kisses and

glorious watermelon stains

 

laughter lifting through the trees

glimpses of sun blest promises

sugar coated whispers

catching in the breeze

 

fruit bowls, waterholes

and refreshing icy poles

interlacing fingers share

starry nights and lazy days

 

 

 

_ __ ___ ✏

●○

°

 

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So every year she plants some seeds
She tends to all their growing needs
Keeping the soil free from weeds
Her tidy vegetable plot
No peas or carrots does she grow
Just Alium Cepa row on row
She won a prize in't Cheshire show
The lady of shallot

with apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Two replies of mine in a conversation today about the purpose of formality in poems. Comments welcome!

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You say that division into lines is something free verse shares with all other kinds of poetry. This intrigues me: from my point of view, "line" is part of metre, and as such is structural and should be more or less invisible. For example, in the first two lines of this sonnet of Cope's...

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I heard 'King Arthur' on the 'mike'

In a place that they called Orgreave

Fronting Miners out on strike

Urging them all to 'Believe'

He told them it was "Coal not Dole"

Said Thatcher was a clown

And every Miner has a role

To take the Tories down

 

From Notts. and Derby and the Met

Cleveland, Avon and Somerset

After their luncheons

Drew their truncheons

On...

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My Mountain-Top; My everything.

As I walk and talk my way up the mountian top, I shed one last tear.

As it falls, I see it isnt exactly clear. 

This was my life, this was my purpose?! Pretty lame if you ask me.

But you didn't so I'll contiinue. 

Thinking of "HER"! But talking to him, and fucking her. 

To do is what is unknown. Lost, for this is the reason I am on my mountain-top.

...

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Met in damp light
Tattooed in broken eyelashes

Glove less hand over face
Turning away from shadows
At the edge of the window

Preserved for all eternity
A poem in a photograph

Standing a beat apart
Changing directions in seconds

 

 

(Inspiration taken off the above picture of my friend, Danielle)

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Dear old friend,

I hope that you are well.

Its been awhile since we have spoke,

As you probably can tell. 

I see your pictures,

And I see how you’ve grown.

I remember our times together,

The shared happiness we once shown.

While I wonder how you are,

And how we somehow lost touch.

I don’t seek to know the answer,

For to know would hurt too much.

Instead I choose...

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Despite not being a religious person I have a position as part-time verger at Selby Abbey.  Its attraction for me is entirely secular – its history and architecture.  Nevertheless I remain respectful of others’ deeply held beliefs.  I could be equally respectful if it were a mosque or a synagogue.

 

But something happened at the Abbey today which caused me to re-evaluate just how deeply beli...

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                     The End Begins.

The light shines through

                              Breaking the darkness

like the sun breaks through cloud.

    An Ethereal Glow.        Halo.

Joy diffuses between souls as the happiness spreads

                .Summer.

                             New starts,

  Chapters end. 

                             

© Kasia Simms 2015

...

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The wings of life grow old

And I cannot fly like I used to do

When I was young and bold

 

Time is now like a distant summer’s glow

And I long for those summers

That once I used to know

 

Of course, there are still those sunny days

When I pull on my wings and fly,

When I rise up towards the sun and feel her rays

 

But one fine day I’ll rise up and fly so very hig...

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Eliminate bad displays, old gems and useless information.

 

Remove archaic paintings, drench them in petrol and set the pile alight.

 

Place modern art by living hands on every wall, in every space.

 

Add iMacs, PCs, laptops and wireless transmitters to facilitate global engagement.

 

Drive underclass offspring from the gardens and racists from the coffee-tables.

 

Sp...

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I've been lied to, setup, used as damage control, taken advantage of. thrown through your ringer and drowned in your crocidile tears. But you never knocked me down. Your sins against me, I wear them as armor.

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HEART OF WALES

Early morning leisure centre
Fresh from the pool
Hospital doctors huddle
Discussing surgical problems
And financial investments

A receptionist smiles
Refusing politely
To disclose the code
For free Wi-Fi. She says
It is for staff only

I buy a cup of tea
After ringing a brass bell
To summon service
Feel time pumping slowly
Through the heart of Wales.

 

Da...

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Ocean blue

Anaglypta under

Stretched roughly

Corners creasing

All the way down

But it does the job for now

 

A couple of maritime ornaments

Add to the cover-up

A new lampshade

A wooden board with inspired sayings

These are the things that erase the former occupants personality

Making us smile

Not wince

 

Can we cover ourselves up?

Mask the lines?

...

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Heart translates to pain
If only to find relief
Help this weary soul

 

I tried to love You
But You left, never returned
Good nite my once love

Eyes windows of soul
But the nite has eyes that see
My darkest of fears

A blue velvet couch
Left my doll in her carriage
The doll was stolen

 

 

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We are a new group formed in the Autumn of 2014.  Beginners and established writers &  poets are welcomed. 

We aim to offer friendly and constructive group support with written work; share news & information of interest and generally find some like minded people to socialise and network with.

We meet the first Wednesday of every month  at the Rose and Crown, Carr Street, Ramsbottom from 7pm ...

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Our noses are not and never ever will be used

for looking down on ANYBODY!

they are used only for inhaling the air

that exists not just to allow EVERYBODY to live

but also for them to.........LET FUCKING LIVE!

____________________________________

 

© Pat&Stef Wilde Saturday 6th June 2015  

 

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Dragon’s Nest.

They huff and puff their plumes of heated breath
into an atmosphere already raw.
These earthbound dragons, guarding nests of death,
fighting for dominance with tooth and claw.
Their carbon offspring doze beneath their feet
or bleed out into nuclear decay -
a fair trade for their gifts of light and heat?
Perhaps we will regret that choice one day.

For what is this? A cha...

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Found a crushed paper

Beneath a lovely old book

Like one dropped by blues

Had an enigmatic look

 

Against questions unfathomable;

Thousand answers it opined

Penned was my name

 ‘Twas stamped as “DESTINED”!!

 

 I felt a connect,

And flipped a corner,

Bold chevron lines read,

“Seed and then garner”

 

Ink fluttered to allude

Loud and clear message;

...

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Judgements layer up

like bricks and mortar;

become fixed and steady

like an avid supporter

and when we don’t build in

a window, a doorway

we get stuck on sides

that no bluster can sway.

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Dead On The Beat

 

     I could be a deadbeat,

I could be a deadbeat but,

The beat is dead before me,

 

I have marched,

Carried the weight of a world

That hates itself,

     Insists each and every

Human screams till death,

The noise of the kill

Like the radio that never

Goes away and remains

Constantly triggering

The pain inside your head,

     And I...

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If Cameron came to my house I'd ask him in for tea

I’d say that I am honoured that he’d talk to me.

We'd talk over some tea and toast, I’d ask the burning question,

Like how the fuck he managed to win that last election?

 

And if he started chatting on or tried to sell me short,

I’d quickly counter his reply with a well thought out retort.

 

If Cameron came to my house we'd...

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Here's a 3 minute 'medley' from a recent performance, which gives a nice flavour of my stuff :)

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5QtcJnR7SI

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Teeny Tiny Heart

by  J. Otis Powell

How it happened is at lease two different stories

Maybe more if rumor takes hold and multiplies

Narratives like the telephone game we played

In school and at conferences

Who was there to inhale the changing air

To witness what two people alone knew

However every soul that gets a testimony

Develops new narratives when they leak a tale

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