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Holding the tide

In the waves of the ocean

There is no one else

but us and the notion

Of the birds and the whistling leaves

That crawl into the room 

Where we lay in the sheets

And I drown in the rhyme 

That you paint in my mind

Drawing a line, deep and insane, between

beauty and pain

 

The birds outside these ocean walls

They sing their noisy song

The pressure in my chest, i...

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Criminals

I am a crime – the planet is my victim, even in my intent to save her.

Until now, I’ve had the defence of innocence – now removed in new awareness.

I care about clear-felled virgin forests, species loss, carbon release, destruction.

I eat plant material and plant based foods, plentiful and affordable.

I avoid meat and dairy, not contributing to the awful consequences.

I joined the u...

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Also by Rich:

Woops. |

Humanity without the humane

The faint strangled cry

of a separated child,

parents detached

when the need is most.

An emotional bond

smashed to smithereens,

lack of food, lack of space

lack of sleep, lack of love.

 

We are bringing up

traumatised infants.

What example are

we setting for our future?

Does the human

no longer exist in humanity?

Have we become our

own worst nightmar...

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Afresh again | Love for you | A natural concert | Holding on | Colour - Red |

Inhumane

B rok e n Ma son r y

B rok e n  Ma son r y

 

Not for me another love

like choking fear

It will not budge

I dare not blink

for it now seems

by choosing drink

I dwell in dreams

I grind to bits

my words and teeth

when searching through

my history:

to lift above

what lay beneath

all that broken masonry.

...

wO rd s and fo to  T o mm y Ca rrol l

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Wittgenstein says he: | A freedom to express | The end of interest | testing... 1 2 3 | The Complainer |

Lump in my throat

This is about the guy who groomed me so language feedback would be 'really appreciated:)

 

 

In the sauna

I was an open wound.

My skin was anger:

sore and raw and 

so self-conscious-

always naked.

I'd be feverish,

dehydrated,

and shaking.

The constant craving for salt,

was provoked by me,

so it was 'all my fault'

he was so thirsty.

He'd tear me apart...

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Also by Sophie:

White noise | Waking up | Hour glass | Narcissists anonymous | My telescope: Tommy |

groomingSexual abuse

BEEN HURT TOO

BEEN HURT TOO

think you're the only one
it isn't true
know you hurt
been hurt too
every one of us
have things we go through
on the edge
hammer to a sledge
dig deep
when the climb is steep
may be frightened to the bone
but you're not alone
can honestly say
i've faced dark days
some strife in your life
ahead are better times
keep up the fight
soon see the light
gotta purge the m...

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Also by cindylee loucks:

ISN'T GOODBYE | YOURS TO SEIZE | OVERDUE | ECLAIR | CHAMELEON(2) | VAMPIRE'S KISS | IN THE MOURNING | SPACE LEFT BEHIND | BAIL PAID | BOUNTY | ACE OF SPADES | WORDS | GHOST |

POEMS by cindy lee loucks

The Printer

 

The computer sends

it pulse to the printer

which waits and waits

and then finally wakes up

then jerks and rolls its workings

and finally prints

the white page like a tongue

sticking out in defiance

 

the page given up reluctantly it seems

the printer was probably sleeping

and needed a nudge

a shot of electricity

to stir it from its hibernation

it pref...

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Also by d.knape:

I Dreamed That I Was Young Again | Necessities | How To Start A War | Common Sense | No Poem Today | A Pallet On The Floor | Back Porch | What Meets The Eye | When Everything Made Sense | Carmotion | Slow Walking | Expansion Announcement | Father's Day Poem | Diminishing Returns | Manly Thoughts | Wink | Devices | Mommy Mommy | Wireless World | Ordering A Mouse | Letting Things Go | Cat Nap | White Stripe | Reunion | School Photos | Last Laugh | Saving Grace |

Pot of Gold

The ends of rainbows do exist. I know for I have seen one. 

Faintly through the clouds. Across the water, alighting on a small mass of land.

Isleboro, in The Penobscot Bay. One of many gems off the coast of Maine. 

I stopped for a moment, snapped a picture. 

I did not have time to chase after it that day, but I know where to go to find it again.

 

2019

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

Summer in the City | Mother Goose is Loose | "Why..." | Trying New Things | X X X | Yikes! | Eric Was a Werewolf | Ethereal Wisps | Bored in Study Hall. The Nonsensical Wanderings of a Teenage Mind | What Do You Know? |

rainbows

asking

 

you ask too much 

from your nap

 

that you will be transformed

and the world will be different

 

yet there you are with your 

faculties intact as if you 

 

could pretend to enthuse

on what’s profoundly stupid

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Oh my filth | Today's Lab | Scratched Out | The kids | Teaching bad children | Bodies | The Throb | To the edge of the ledge with a pickle wedge | On rejoining the cult | The Pitch | Ah, yes | The fabulist | Parents | Today's Meeting | Climbing out of a lie | E. Rigby’s Granddaughter |

MARY

Mary had a little watch

she swallowed it one day

now she's taking castor oil

to pass the time away

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Also by ray pool:

SUBURBAN CASTLE | DISCOVERY | VISITATION | THE MESSAGE | TEN ON THE SPHINCTER SCALE | ON FATHERS DAY | GLASS MARBLES | SEARCHING AND FINDING | LATE INDULGENCE |

Shake On It

 

There is yet much to see
within the darkness of a tomb,
so much to discover between two atoms.
An awesome universe of consciousness
separates you and I. Discussion continues;
argument, but not agreement.
Fantastic discoveries, proofs, but no agreement.
Insights, epiphanies, revelations. No agreement.
We, not blind to the crisis, see far 
when we close our eyes, imagine
fine times of...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Wayside Episode | A House In Silence | Beheading  | The Nature Of Love | Words To A Playground Tune | Pueblo | Before Too Long | Maia | Knucklebones |

Baa baa Black Sheep (a different rhyme)

'Hiya Black Sheep

have you any stuff?'

'Yes Sir, Yes Sir, three packets are enough?'

One for your girlfriend

one to make you hum

and one for the toy boy

who's sleeping with your Mum!'

 

 

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Humpty Dumpty - a different rhyme | Jack and Jill (a different rhyme) | Litholife | The Tourists From Milan | A Dying Art | When night comes |

you know how it go(freeform)

pull out thre trigger u know how it go 

call up lil leek cuz he still got that 4

when I'm down bad I do not got nopbody

release all my problems when I drink this bottle 

still fucking hoes man I just fucked this model 

nobody know about all of my problems 

call up tequila u know she gon solve it 

I wanna stop drinking but I got nobody 

I try to reach out but they always dec...

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Also by Dontaves Wiggs:

Wished I knew | LAFSIWTD(LOVE AINT FAIR SO I WANT TO DIE) |

painlovehateparentsSelf-doubtaddictionalcoholalcoholicsubstance abusealonedepressionpoetry2019drug abuselonelynessangerregretsuicide

The roses of Al-Andalus

“Commune with your own heart on your bed and be still.” 
― Maimonides Moses 1135-1204

 

The splashes of red, the heady bloom,

The opulent smell, patchouli oil, lingering.

In a marbled room: a certain slant of light,

Reveals these Andalusian roses creeping

Along the fence between Mudejar and Christian.

Between Morisco and Jew,

Between my lover and I,

Between me and you.

...

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Also by John E Marks:

Subliminal | Mater mea | BLANK SLATE | Paralysis | BRIMSTONE NIGHTS | a splash of yellow across a sometime sky... | The Shoah of us all | Brother | The voice of death, the voice of love and the voice of art. | DEEP SONG - FERAL YOUTH | Die Zauberflote | Villanesque | SUFI | No man ever steps in the same river twice | A tangle in mind | An incidental haunting | The end of the world | The forgotten lore | Flesh is weak | Txt Msg | saying goodbye | Small town boy | Easter Sunday in Nineveh, Iraq | The golden, fairy goddess | D-DAY | El Tiempo | Lemons on sale again | Stoic suicide |

Norma Jean

First day of June in twenty six

Blonde bombshell born

will star in many flicks

Childhood spent in foster care

but stood out from the crowd

especially her hair,

her beauty and so much so

she was popular with the guys

who all wanted to know

who she was, where was she from?

Where did she tarry?

At sixteen though

she went and got married

 

Oh Norma Jean your s...

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Also by Rick Varden:

When did I sign up? (A Carers lament) | Insomnia | Who is this please? |

Victim or criminal

Why?
Why she stepped out in dark?
Why she trusted him?
Why she wore provocative short dress?
Why she giggled at him?
Why is she loud?
Why she glanced at him?
Why she made her first move?
Why she can't be like others? 
Why she need justice now?
Why can't she forget and forgive?
Why she is breathing now?
Why she don't care of her loved ones?
Why she can't be silenced now?
Why she is un...

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Also by Ankita Srivastava:

It's all right | Little girl's dream |

Rain rain... Nursery Rhyme

Rain rain go away.. 
Can't u ever wash the stain.. 
Hurts and trauma had much to play.. 
Rain rain go away.. 

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Also by mona s:

Oblivious | Haiku - True Self | The Bars | Across the shores |

Ode to the Free World & its Leaders

                                                         Ode to the Free World

                                                                         &

                                                                Its Leaders

 

They fight wars thousands of miles from their shores

and expect us to willingly applause

They have great wealth but need allies

with begging bowls ...

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Also by keith jeffries:

The Natural World | The Potter´s Hand |

Over the Hills and Far Away

One man went to mow his meadow

But when he got there he found

A machine had been and cut it clean

So instead of scything he sat down

And sighed for rabbit pie

Made from conies caught in the hedgerows

Hedgerows as old as the old ways

Which wend over hills and dales

Where little boy blue asleep in the hay

Was dreaming of metal monsters

That ate up little boys ...

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Also by afishamongmany:

It was not so | Imprisoned or Prism | Thoughts about Thought | The Brink of Time | Blurred | Meeting Greeting | Three Times | Startingblocks | Stairways |

hedgerowshaymeadowslittle boy blue

SIMPLY COMPLEX

Moving through life one thing features,

Simply that we're complex creatures.

What we are can be confusing

And subject to continual musing.

You'll hear it said again and again

That we are all things to all men.

Our lives are assorted books on their shelves..

If not true to each other, let's be true to ourselves.

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

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

NOT NECESSARILY | IS IT GOODBYE? | LIFE | ARAB SPRING | TRAVEL | THE LONGEST DAY | ISLAMOPHOBIA | SING-SONG |

Love on the Beach

Love OnThe Beach

 

Fingers feeling sun-soaked skin

Tingling under tentative touches

We celebrate our closeness.

 

Side by side we sit stroking

Forearms first,

Watching seabirds wheel,

Dive and dance in sea breezes

As your fingers dance over my skin.

 

Our eyes hover on the horizon,

We skim the sea of sensuality,

So close now our scents are tinged with salt...

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Also by eve nortley:

For Always | Love Potion | The Squirrel Ripple | Rock Pools | Can you bank on Winston? | Hostile Environment | Modern Slavery | I will go home and cry | SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY | Sparklers in the dark | Sea Woman | A Life On The Ocean Wave | Come down to the beach... | Driftwords | Awful Androgens | Dear Mr Burne Jones | Birmingham's Bhangra Babes | 21st Century Love | Curry and Kulfi | Gambling with grandad | Money | Sir Frances Drake |

Deceptive Beauty

 

Bank epitome of radiant 
Street symmetrical of it's time
Dainty talk of town
Bread of homo sapiens dream

Pulchritude made and ends in it
Zero competition before any
With the invitation smile,
Structure tempts any it come across
Zero zero hours the favorite

TV for the public,
Root parts for those that can reach
Hind quarters, visa free
At 30th, it looks 16th
A companion to nat...

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No

Over a decade has passed, yet at times it feels as if it has hardly been a day

My body follows the passage of time while a piece of my mind remains frozen in that moment

The scars have faded, yet I still see them shine as bright as the day he carved the reminder upon my flesh

Written in a language only my eyes could distinguish

A lifetime has been lived, yet I still return to that litt...

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Also by ByteSize:

Outrun the Demons | Inner Voices | Doubt | I Need You | Just resting my eyes | Matryoshka | Unable to live without Love | Broken | Beauty is in the eye | Demons Never Leave | Hidden | Struggle Not to Fall Again | Her | Fading | Happy Birthday My Dearest Sister | A Stranger | I long to surrender my heart | Long for Silence | The Sweetest Lies | Shadow Person | Lost | Returned | More than a smile |

2019

Hiding Love

Taking a step back,

It's too soon,

But only time will tell,

For now I will say I like you.

 

But today,

You make me smile,

You make me stronger,

You make me better.

 

In the mist of it all,

I need to take time,

I need to heal,

But for you I would take a risk.

 

I know you are my strength,

You are my weakness,

You keep me safe when I fall,

You a...

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Also by Samantha Howard:

Clarity |

selflove

disconnected

I rung to ask if you are okay

but really

I wanted you to know that I am not

you tell me you are doing fine, then say you trust I am

but really

you want me to lie to you, to say all is forgiven

yes, I can read between your lines

but really

I pretend I believe you, and I say goodbye

I sit still, holding the phone and wondering

what went wrong

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Also by Eiren Water:

time zones | I'm a cliché (mused) | so many ifs (mused) | easy | perfect | what's left | I wonder | addicts lie | outside | maybe mayhem |

communication

The Power of Compatible Ignorance

After the first date,
She asked if he knew of Gestalt.
He said he only knew tiny bits
But he felt his mind gave him
The whole picture.

He asked if she had read Hegel.
She insisted that she had not,
And they were both amazed
To have discovered such
Compatibility through
Chance encounters.

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Also by Randy Horton:

A New riddle of Induction |

gestalthegelrelationshipsdating

The Mangled Lips - A Crime Thriller Plot


Mangled lips have been turning up all over London and the inhabitants are scared. Ten murders in ten weeks, all committed with a pistol, and still nobody has a clue who the rude killer is.

Jazz Phi Koo is a smart and charming professor with a fondness for love. She doesn't know it yet but she is the only one who can stop the thoughtless killer.

When her lover, Phil kay, is kidnapped, Jazz ...

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Also by catchmeifyoucan:

The Writer and the Professor. | Laughing Like Two Broken Love birds | The Beloved Stranger At High St - A Narrative Poem | Trackless Desert | 'The Enchanted Torch' | 'The Curse of the Crumpled Map' | My Handsome Moon - Phil Kay | Jasmine's torment | dolphins | passions | Phil Kay |

Inspiration figée

Poupée de glace modelée par les regards 

Figurine de lumière 

Mais carcan de toile 

Fuite impossible 

Grâce piégée dans la création.  

 

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icemodelIntrospectionglacecréationpoetrydilemmagraceNew Blog Entrymannequin

Climax

 

 

 

Tired eyes to look

 The Smile face floated

Colder wind touched body

Bird song lyrics

Spring climax

The directional bust started

Steady Lowering Light.

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Letter to April

Maybe I could slit my thigh
Pour the gasoline on it
How did I make it to 10 years without you
I'll let the flames burn the wound back together
Desperate words always come for desperate measures
But I've been living underground
For the world's the fraction of what I used to be

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Also by Mikey V Kinsey:

Plastic Boy | just a song |

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!

Falstaff: 'Henry IV, Part 1' act 5, sc. 4

 

There is a man

Who would be a king. This is such stuff

As past dreams would make his many morrows

That he, Princeling, may strut upon life's stage

As one with pride.

 

Yet this is a man

Who must know a past. That is the stage

As present nightmare on which he played so sad a part

That he, Pretender, needs now attend our co...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

The Estuary | Uchtryd's Summer Place |

BrexittrustgovernanceliesConservativesparty leaderPrime Ministers

Alluring, When She Is Dressed Black!

She smiles and the breeze flows

She speaks the softest tone

Her charm is mesmerizing

Favorite among known unknown;

Personification of true love

She is a seed tenderly sown…

Cute, cuddling and precious,

She steps into my thoughts back to back,

Alluring, when she is dressed Black!

 

Whenever my eyes rapport,

I am not in my comfort zone.

Animosities on the rise,

...

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Also by ai ou:

Mind Aberrations | After So Many Days! | आज बड़े दिनों के बाद| | Intoxication To My Greed! | Aik Nazm | WhatsApp DPs |

womanbeautifulPraise poetry

Muffets And Spiders

(Sinister nursery rhyme challenge. Your turn...)

 

Crawling through the undergrowth,

On, "Tick tock," legs all spindle thin,

Eight in number, like it's eyes,

A spider came a'wandering.

 

Spying out a sleeping girl,

Resting on her tuffet, 

The spider had a dark desire,

To eat up a young Muffet.

 

Just like she'd munched on curds and whey,

He thought he'd munch...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Peculiarly British X? | Hell In a Handcart | The Book Of Broken Promises | A Face In The Looking Glass | A Spiders Haiku | Me And My Mortality | Crimson | Haiku X 10 | Hiding In The Silence |

Be Strong, Have Faith, Don't Despair.

The importance of my purpose -

is it blown out of proportion?

For while such pride should be no curse

it might lead to some distortion

 

of how I see my rôle in this -

what I've a right to claim for me

and whether wanting more's remiss -

but should I accept what I see

 

or am I right to want my dreams?

Nothing's written: no-one's constrained

to mine safe, prescr...

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Also by Richie Muster:

Paramatical Mathedox | A Cornucopia Of Haikus | 7-Up: Cleanliness Is Next To Impossible | The Whole Hog | Leave Or Remain, It's All The Same | If Poems Were Paintings (A Scabrous Fantasy, Written After Watching J. Koons at Work On BBC4) |

June

Let the anticipation build Let the angst grow inside your gut Allow it to rumble and tumble and wreck havoc on your insides Feel the magnetic pull when we lock eyes a little bit too long and struggle to break away Watch me watching you while trying to hide your prying eyes Don't you dare rush a thing

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anticipationlovenewartlossangstheartscaredsparks

PERFECT EQUILIBRIUM

PERFECT EQUILIBRIUM

Hot July ’75 days left a sky’s breadth lethargy                                                                      

over the living world, where a breath of cool air,

a trickle of cold water, a draught of cold beer

were our day-to-day deities – all else

one weary step to another, even birds hushed, it seemed,

weather-wise, shaded in silent woods,

life it...

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Also by Peter Taylor:

AND AS | AND BECAUSE | HANGING GARDENS, HASLEMERE | SILENT GREETINGS | SHARING THE SUN |

The Weight

Bottled emotions are heavy, 

the weight can keep your mind unsteady.

Unbalanced,

you stand the chance of tipping over.

Indeed so, 

those emotions will spell over,

expelling another

load off your shoulders,

and peace of mind

your soul will soon discover. 

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Also by DeVaughn:

Souls' Worth | Emotions | Expression | Love | Mislove | Loss of Identity | Lost Soul | Love Blues | MENTAL BONDAGE | THE CREATOR | DREAM QUEST | FEARLESS MIND |

Ring Around The Poison Ivy

Ring around the daffodil 

All the gods have fallen ill

One by one

The forts burned down!

 

Ring around the asphodel 

Cheaters do not kiss and tell

Wrinkle, Wrinkle

Stars no longer shine and twinkle!

 

Ring around the daisy

Standards growing hazy

Foul Words, Foul Words

Hearts break too!

 

Ring around the poison ivy

Sip "The Lie" from Monday to Friday

...

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Also by Mae Foreman:

Rage, rage, rage! | Funny, Funny | Beast in Pain | Starchild's Spell | Thank You Mother | Father Thank You | Meaning Lost | Us and Them |

nursery rhyme

How To Be Alone

Waiting for a friend
sipping tea, sunglasses on
passers-by double and disappear
as reflections in shop windows
everything lit golden
then dimmed behind my lenses
I stir the drink some more

Waiting for a friend
they’re half an hour late now
I barely notice
just watch the people
let my mind wander
the liquid turning in the cup

And it hits me, squarely, there
on the corner by the cr...

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Also by Tom:

You Are My Priest | Pillars of Creation | Purpose | Shadows Climb In My Cold Room | Return To America | To Be Adored | Don't Look Into Their Eyes | Your Light, Our Youth |

contentmenthappinesssolitude

Sweet meat

A quick Haiku that I wrote in reply to a radio dj's tweet, just for fun 

 

No puedo pensar

Crema Catalana

A cake ate my brain

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Also by Graham Parker and his musings:

Father's Day |

my mummy

I'm gonna talk about a woman who I can only describe as my world my universe
my brightest light ..my tonic ..my backbone my nurse
even in black she has more colours than a rainbow
brighter than the moonlight the sunshine she makes the rain go
when I'm told that I'm magic and I'm gifted
it's coz of her though keeps me uplifted
iv been so low
but never solo
she is the light that attracts lig...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

OCD | A Fool Like Me | tick tok | Dear Diary | God Blessable Bless | The power of giving | 2019 New moon 17th june | Transformation | 11.11 | Heartburn no more |

MothersDaymumguardian angel

A Cowards Way

Life's too Precious . Lives would be saved . If you stop Denying and start trying . Facing up to crimes happening to you . A Chip on a shoulder will always Fester . Parents feel unsafe then deny they really knew . But ideas charge batteries . And Instincts are There . By denying what is happening . Your helping to Fuel . That someone must have Knowledge. The Knowledge of just what makes your relat...

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Presumptions | Life’s Changes |

THEM AS LIVES LONGEST LEARNS MOST

(Confessions of a man with little honour.  But you get it while you can)

 

I used to turn up on them marches

Arms linked with the Trotskyist host

But now I tune in to the Archers

“Them as lives longest learns most”.

 

I wore all my badges and labels

The shouts and the slogans and words

I learned them just like my times tables

But really I went for the birds.

 

M...

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Also by John Coopey:

I MADE MY BRASS THROUGH STRESS | THE GREEK ISLANDS CRUISE 2 | BROWNIE - MY OBITUARY | CAMAY | LEADER OF THE PACK | IT WAIN'T WESH | I MISS THE MAN THAT I USED TO BE |

Masks

What mask should I wear today
Happy to beat sad, colours to beat grey
A mask to trick, a mask to decieve
A web of lies is easy to weave
A new face of confidence, free of fear
Laid on thick, so no cracks appear
Cracks like desperation, depression and pain
Covered with false confidence, it's a task to maintain
We all rely on our masks, to protect and to hide 
Frightened, embarrassed, to sho...

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Paradise Awaits

When our tears, we seem unable to control.

Remember Heaven awaits for our lost soul.

They are at peace and rest, a stranger to pain.

We cry long at our loss, but it’s Heaven’s gain.

Paradise awaits those who deserve it most.

And we will meet again, when God is our host.

But for now the reason God gave us a heart.

Is to fill it with memories if loved ones depart.

One day we’...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

For My Dad |

To be Loved by You

What do you see

When your eyes land on me

What do you fear

When I am near

What is written on the wall

That's guarding you from all

I long to give to you

 

Do you know

Do you really know

That I would never let you go

Do you understand

I only wish to be with you

In the end

 

When I look at you

It's like the whole world is new

A better place for all

...

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Also by Jara Giner:

Missed Something |

lovetrue lovedreamsfearvulnerable

shukriya!!

aaj boht dino baad main khul kar hansi hoon

khud ko ainey mey deykhkr sharmai hoon

log merey muskaraney ka sabb poochtey hain

sochti hoon keh doon ya rehney doon

meyra aashiq hai boht khoobsurat

nazar na lag jaiyey usko kiski

yahi sochkr apni doston sey taaruf nahi krwati hoon

woh soochta hai main usko pasand nahi krti

is liyey dosron sey nahi milwati hoon

 

is rukhsa...

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Operation

My grandson, now thirteen, and sports adept

Had to have ingrown nails removed

From his two big toes

And the toes treated against regrowth.

Wide awake surgery -

And he was understandably nervous.

'Will you come with me, Grandma?'

'Of course, Honey.'

I would move heaven and earth for the child!

 

The three ladies in attendance were pleasant

And quietly interested in ...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Cutting the Grass | Mind in a Cage | Math Test | I Hope There Is A Heaven For That Pretty Pink Dress |

quantum decision-making (anarchy and the existentialist)

over the edge

 

like comic relief

for the dangerously desensitized

and tragically disaffected

 

the fate of low entropy and all our chances at

something hoped for, desired yet unexpected

 

--our ultimate affinity an inglorious end

achieved in the finality of irreversible disorder

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Also by nunya:

X-Y | heartswell | h-bomb (the singularity is here) |

Welcome To The New Age;

Welcome To The New Age;

Where 'no' means 'yes' and 'yes' means 'get me pregnant.'

Where a woman's underwear can be waved in front of a court like a white flag justifying all the reasons why he raped her. 

And where the lining a woman's dress is the difference between 'leave me alone' and 'fuck me right here on the table'

When I was 16 years old, a teacher touched me on the knee, caress...

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feminism

Sometimes

Words sneak up on me

Come up behind me

Grab me round the throat

Gag and starve me of all else

Beat me about the head

Until my mouth

My pen release them

A teeming, fighting stream

Of conscious thought

Storming an unconscious self

Words that nag and push me around

Like a long-lost friend

Assaulting my senses

Lying dormant for a time

In sleepy tired dreams

...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Eddie Condon's apprentice | How many tonight |

Drugs to death

Pills and powders flying around the streets, each dealer adding their own unique twist to create a bigger batch of what they call a treat. A lads night out, a festival gone wrong, it doesn’t take much for you not to be so strong. “I know my limit” they say, but the pill that you pop may lead you astray, all that you’ve worked for, all who you love, gone in a flash over a dodgy bag of drugs. Laying...

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Also by Holly Robinson:

Grey clouds |

Drugdrugshealthpartynightoutlovelossheartbreak

Full Pages, Empty Rooms

Thousands of pages in an empty room

Thousands of stories waiting to be told

The pages go untouched 

The magic within begins to fade

Beloved characters cease to exist 

Daring fights go unheard of 

People begin to feel empty 

Not always sure why 

It's because those empty rooms 

Inked pages breathe life to us 

Teach us history, adventures, to love 

We mustn't forget t...

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poemswritten words

LAST THOUGHTS ON FIDEL

TO THOSE ABOUT TO LIE, AND THOSE WHO SALUTE YOU,

NEVER HAS SO MUCH, BEEN STOLEN FROM SO MANY,

BY SO FEW.

THE LIBERAL COMMENTARIAT KNOWS A THING OR TWO

ABOUT THAT. ET TU BRUTE? ET TU?

 

I’M WATCHING LATE NIGHT TELEVISION,

WITH THE RADICALS CALLING THE SHOTS.

THEY’RE REVIEWING WEST-END MUSICALS,

WHILE THE WORLD’S DOWNTRODDEN ROTS.

 

THE PHILOSOPHERS OF ‘CAUSE CELEBRE...

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Also by trevor homer:

THE POETRY CAFE [Café' Grande, Dudley] |

Gas Light

Be kind... I am still getting used to writing after my stroke. It’s so hard but a friend’s experience prompted this one . Assisted technology sounds bizarre  reading back such a sensitive topic. I hope it still works as a poem. 

 

Gas light

 

It’s not a street light. 

It’s so hard to see. 

So unaware,

It frightens me. 

 

I’m not worth it.

Am I to blame? 

Is it my f...

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Also by Louise Clarke:

This is me |

domestic violenceGas lightmental health

Oh Dear!

Oh dear my eyes can't bear
longing so long - with fear
it's another year, with the same tear
only thing it knows is Spartan's spear; 
hidden somewhere near 
still not clear 
what to do? with this fear
 I lend my ear (beneath the seer )
oh dear 
are you there somewhere / to hear
you left me here with the spear 
but I can't find a deer 
which will appear
so that I can beat the beer 
an...

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Steps

Take a step.
Where does it take you?
Where can it take you?
Where do you want to go?
How many steps does it take to get there?
It won’t be an easy journey,
For there are many twists and turns.
Forks in the road
And challenges you will face. 
The brave don’t give up. 
You are brave. 
Remember that and take those steps to achieving your dreams.

 

But how do you know which path to ta...

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Judgmental People!

We are surrounded by so many judgemental people

These people judge your every move,

They judge your every opinions, decisions and moods

They evaluate your life and estimate your role

As per their life’s primary goal

 

Whether you are a single or have a partner

They will find loopholes among you to make some story to narrate others

Whether you are introvert or extrovert

T...

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Also by Bindu Trigunayak:

A true Soul Mate! | Why me? |

Morningstar

Hello my beautiful morningstar

My pleasure that i hold dear to myself

Who's beauty I hold to my self 

I am the devil and i have deal to make before you waste your beauty here

Walk this green earth ignorant to pains existence or swim in your emotions and lose yourself like an ordinary human?

Does it not intrest you in what you could truely become a love a pillar of light in the dark

...

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darkness returnmotivationdevilsangelicalcohol.

Drawn together


Drawn together, by god's hand
canvas weathered, with black clouds on foreign land
placed on parchment in the darkness
the line is thin from me to you, each other's mind paint the others dreamscape

drawn to you, the flip book of life brings us ever closer as every moment pass
each page bookmarked and in immediate view, I pray always my spine hold from the load placed on you
on the margin ...

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Also by Shawn Garcia:

Walls fall | I strive to be a part of the hive | Atypical ascension |

poetrylovespiritualitynaturepoemrelationshipslifetruth

Dark to light

I come from a dark place

Naturally 

The land of no return some may call it 

Making my way back up to the surface 

After living in my head for 

I pay homage to the fall and winter 

Because it brings me closer to myself 

Yet I am starting to notice how much I have been ignoring the light 

How does the spring and summer affect me?

Besides being hot and feeling like I want t...

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Also by Farmer Yani Koo:

(untitled) | Lion within |

Naturemental healthspiritualitylovedarkness to lighthealing

nothing to cry about

There is nothing to 

Cry about 

Anymore 

He’s gone 

He’s done 

And spent 

And all the old pictures 

And all the old words 

Which stampede through my mind 

Like a rambling herd 

Are mud and dust 

And spent 

And yes

We caught you 

On our phones

So you live and breathe

In monochrome 

 

And maybe it was suggested 

That’s easier 

Than a black ...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

what you do | Not made for lifting |

Who are we?

We dwell in a region of the world
Where the promises of our leaders to us are being
 tufted away by the wind
We claim to speak the truth coated with falsetto
Our actions do not compliment our words of principles,
discipline, culture and moral standards.
Lies have been placed on the throne commanding the truth as a slave
We are traded as schlock in the hands of the feeble 
We are buried in ...

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whale song

whale song

this melting shifting liquid world

encroaching onward inward land submerged

man didn’t think he didn’t know

the impact of his deeds upon the snow

the ice the glacier belt

the deepening of the coastal shelf

ecosystems fast dissolving

creating problems global warming

land based life declining fast

environments that will not last

 

moving on to pastures ...

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Also by thephantomscribbler:

the first pitch of summer | Bless The Weather |

I Cannot Hate You

These heavy chains were filled with rust,

Internal corruption breathed poison,

And now I watch a year turn to dust,

I stand at the edge, but you’re gone

 

You claim, you blame, you put it on me

My unhappiness I tried to change,

You do not love anymore, I see

Retrospect and hindsight feels strange

 

You claimed we were strong despite protest,

Such tainted beauty lea...

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Seeker.

I'm searching for a genie at the bottom of every bottle.
But three wishes will only last a little while.
So I'll just sit and sip on my own sorrow,
But you know I'm still going to try again tomorrow.

I'm searching for some rhyme or reason,
Why I'm still here in this mental prison.
Maybe so I'm forced into self-reflection.
But you know I'm stuck in this misdirection.

I'm searching for a...

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Searchingseekinghollowgenie

Indifference

Clarity of thoughts, actions, purpose, vitality, neutrality
Liquid, solid, and gas
States of matter
States of confusion
States of illusion
Heart has some dents
Scratches too
But it'll be brand new
Next level -

 

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Memoirs of an Alcoholic

This addictive dance is something like a romance

riding on a circumstance, giving in to an induced trance

bargaining for a second chance

A disease fueled by a constant need

A longing for propriety, to be the me that I can be

all just wasted energy it seems

Someone please give me a labotomy, take this wound and lance me free

Blamed it on anxiety, blamed it on society, crutched ...

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Accidental Meetings

Gods were smiling day and night
Accidental meetings were not right
Up to tears, they were laughing,
Some of them were just roughing.
We simply gave you a chance,
It’s too early to dance.
There are very little chances
To create your own dances.
Happy meetings are so rare,
Accidentals are not fair.
All your life you can just wait
Believing in your own fate.
It’s a miracle to meet in the ...

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Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

It Was Raining Cats And Dogs... |

Godlaughsmilemeetings

the nerds are onto something, kinda

I(T)'s a simulation. In nervous systems, seemingly. My I(T) in mine, yours in yours, theirs in theirs. We assume that for each other, so an I can talk to a you and a they as an us.

There may be no nervous systems and no being or nothingness beyond I(T). You may be entirely in I. Vice versa. Or maybe there’s a turtle’s shell or a Greek dude’s shadowy cave or a cosmic bubble bath of bubble baths ...

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Seeing Things

What is the scale of reality?

We all have our own truths

Our own views

How do you quantify actuality?

 

“A fantasy is a vision

It is solely in your vision

It is envisioned by you

A vision is a fantasy”

 

But saints had visions!

Politicians have visions!

Some people have double vision

Anyone that has sight has vision

Whether they have a sixth sense

Or no...

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Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:

My Point is Circular |

conversationhallucinationinsanitymental healthpostmodernpsychosisquestionsrealitysanitytruthvision

Unrequited Heartbreak

Happy for someone 

Heartbroken for yourself

Chest tight

Gasping for breath

Tears stuck to your eyes. 

How do you move on?

Let go?

It comes in waves,

     Crashing one minute

Peaceful the next

Keep trying to forget

You can’t.

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Also by Rye:

Secret Feelings |

Days of Dementia

Some days I look at the mantelpiece

Where the dust gets thicker and the cobwebs grow

I’m not sure what to do about it, you know.

 

Every day seems like the same day

And even though it’s sunny outside

Sometimes the clouds get in the way.

 

I watch the TV but I don’t always take it in

And the flickering colours and sounds

Are something I don’t want around.

 

Every...

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old agedementialife

Blackbird Mother

My wings are brown, not black and shiny.
I'm always peeping out through leaves.
I try and keep above the fear trilling below,
I know they are ingesting bitter roots.
And yet I swallow their song all the same.
The empty smoke of hope that arises,
as I am the Blackbird mother sitting,
gathering material and protecting you,
refined in pointless expectation.
I am a gust of failure that ruins,
...

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motherhooddepressionparentingbirdsblackbird

Live much longer don't smoke! A message to teenagers.

Smoking is  glamourous ,sexy and mature,

Advertisers create this perception to lure,

Teens to smoke and feel cool,

To fit in with their friends at school.

 

Smoking creates rebellion in the family hive,

Best to quit this mistake and stay alive.

Ask your teen what made him start,

To damage the lungs,circulation and heart.

Smoking and vaping are not allowed,

Darkness lu...

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Death Party

Death Party

I watched my death party
And smiled
Because I knew what nobody can expect
When they leave into the darkness
Between the layers of time itself.

Some people shed tears of lost
While others smiled with no cost,
Many cry on their own
While I felt death
Like a wound
From a black rose.

I await to greet others
Within seconds
Not years –
Like time spent growing up with my ...

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deathlifewisdom

Silhouettes

I woke from another nice nightmare,

the same one as last night:

calling in a midnight green garden,

sickening spilling envy over

the flower beds

and screaming through locked doors;

the keyhole beyond where

battleships flutter,

lopsided

in some old silent film.

Let me bring the colour to this

disease. Because 

I've brought it in fruitbowls,

and bouquets, and I...

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Died

A Stranger Calls. .......

I remember taking my mum to visit my dad in the local hospice before he sadly passed away after several months of ill health and memories of the visits prompted this poem:

 

I visit you daily in your nursing home

you're physically with me yet I feel so alone

 

I reach for your hand and you pull it away

a bit of you dies with each passing day

 

Our love over years never did ...

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Also by Wayne McLellan:

You Cheating Bitch! | The Silent Scream | Coco the Clown | The Lighthouse | Boy what a Lady! | The Princess and the Frog |

June 2019 Collage Poem: Going Back in Time

 

Overhanging your tiredness

Coming home

 

Ah 60’s! Too young, let’s do it again.

60’s women, short skirts, knickers

 

Don’t look now in Blackpool

The man selling sand is here again

 

What comes before?

Silent silver surfing by the sea

 

Falling into the past

Looking back, we see clearly.

 

Footprints in the sand of disbelief

Nowhere to fly across...

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Going Back in TimeJuneStockport Collage Poem

The Truth Hurts

Strongholds of war threaten our life supply,
for death awaits those who seek and speak truth.
Battles are waged within our safe havens,
as kin and friend shed their masks of deceit.

Doorsteps of homes alter into altars
Refuge is taken spiritually now,
for the church has fallen religiously.
Satan worshippers disguised as righteous
Believers, spitting the Word better than
us because False...

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Flicker

Emptiness.

On the floor in the dark room,

Paralysed.

The occasional lightbulb flicker

Brings some hope back into my blue-glazed eyes,

But it's a mere distraction.

 

I imagine that the lightbulb can see;

Awake when it's shining,

Otherwise asleep.

In the light I seem free,

My body moves. My voice, it speaks.

Speaks like the one it once belonged to,

Before the l...

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Also by Astrid:

Beautiful Tree |

Was it worth it

I don't care to hear what you have to say
I won't let it affect me anyway.
What you did ain't right
What you did made me tight.

I can't begin to understand your reason,
But what you said had a meaning.
We fought and
tonight I toss and toss.

Who would of thought your words
Could hurt this mockingbird.
That the blood that will spill
Would break my remaining will.

I don't care, you ...

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PassionPoemsurvive

Pi

Someday we'll find a way to
protect our dreams and seek our hopes, 
words - soft as July's razors
disappearing path, forbiden trace,
screaming loud, carving into stones - deliverance, replace -
''true love hurries but it always waits'',
never...in the same place. 

Someday we'll find a way to
fly away and disappear,
going higher as we never did before,
staring at the same old mindless m...

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Also by Dragan Bozilov:

Chasing Light |

love poetrypoetrysad poetrywritinglife writingcreative writing

More Flowers Now

more flowers now than cars
       patterned colours
     grey oaks    the great spark of
A lake s 
urface on the one hot day
of Summer   too many 
stars this time 
of year
whole galaxies 
holl o wed 
in a single moment
and then come the flowers 
lovingly cellotaped
to the trees
on the side of the road
                         cones like sigils filled
with bright, 
alive         so...

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ON A SICILIAN BEACH

ON A SICILIAN BEACH

A ladybird lands

on my foot in the sand

as I'm reading The Life of Pi.

A blue stretch of sea

carried me here

where an army of shiny black beetles

unbreakable as tanks

will persist in its trundling .

He was days on a boat

now I'm days in the sand

getting browner

eating pizza

reading this book

with no appetite to leave.

 

 

 

...

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Also by john short:

INVOLVED IN SWITZERLAND | BEACHED |

Selfless selfie

We have it all wrong

 

Serial selfie abusers are among

The most selfless, the least egotistical

People we should strive to know

 

Really

 

This act

Repeated over and over (and over)

Of extending one’s arm

In the middle of, well, anywhere

Stopping time, and traffic and pedestrians

To share memorable pictures with, well, anyone

Of sunrises, sunsets, beaches,...

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Also by Jeannot:

Coming to terms |

Scorched Skies

Scorched skies and the ground littered with

The dettritus of a careless society

Broken buildings and rivers poisoned with

The sickening pollution of a thoughtless culture

The wind screams endlessly like banshees

Howling the fall of man

Empty lives staring hopelessly at pointless

Tablets in their hands

Desperately seeking meaning to a forgotten plan

Isol...

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Also by Stuart Clark:

The Good Are Few |

Retirement

The old man in the window seat

is setting quietly to his routine,

folding up the sleeves

of his Oxford shirt inch by inch

until the sun falls across his bare arms

 

then with just a smile

he signals to the waitress and waits

watching the hushed street

after the morning rush:

a mother with a pram,

a homeless man conferring with his dog,

a few pigeons plucking

...

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Also by Tom Harding:

Love Poem | Ant Poem | Cafe Window |

Escape

I held courage by the hand 

And walked away 

The birds followed me 

Singing 

The sun followed me 

Shining 

I was finally free

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Ghosting

So do you still remember me across the tumbled years

Far off thoughts from far away places

Memories fading the pictures of our love

Do you ever think of me the way I do you

Of knowing stares and smiles and eyes that glitter

With no need for words as the loving thoughts just flitter

Warmth from head to heart, from heart to soul, into the bone

Do our thoughts bounce and join acr...

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ghostlovelostRemembering

This Pain They Call Love

This was the last straw she went to far this time 

                     Vindictive lies no matter the cost no matter the ryme 

She says that she loves but her love has gone cold 

                      These third demesional energies will get left in the old 

This spirit of mine is feirce and strong but also brittle 

                       And these head games you play are just A pet...

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Yesterday Stays Only a Dream for Tomorrow

Dreams to come true

kept us moving forward

 

A lifetime of promises

crushed inside a changing world

 

A disillusioned today is beyond repair

tomorrow now becomes isolated

 

As we fail to remember

how it once was.

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Dreaming of tomorrow was only yesterday

Arrival

They came by water

They came by train

They came by flight

They came in luxury

But some arrived in cages

All strangers to us and each other

 

They were stopped at the docks

They were stopped at the station 

They were stopped at the airport

They were stopped in their conditions

Remaining ever a constant

Adhered to each other in isolation 

 

They saw the look...

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Arid

 

                         I see death

                     the form of a tree

               Dry, brittle, next to a river

                  bed writhing in motes 

                   of                      dust

                     A ballet of breeze 

                          Time swirls

                         the arid world 

                              unseen

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

Fates do fall as rain | Embryo |

carver of a tree

 

one night

i met a wandering likeness

of myself

 

its hand stretched out before me

and beckoned me to stay

 

i wavered

wondered

watched

 

then as i saw the hand recede

from the tree where it had slaved

i saw my life

carved out before me

 

for a while

i merely stood

and stared

 

then as i turned to walk away

i looked back

toward ...

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knowthyself

Extra Time

Extra Time

It was seventeen years
since I played my last match...
I played again that day.
I was the youngest of the old boys -
55 now and no hemiplaegia
or balance problems for me,
No frontal lobe trauma or bits of fits
or seizures -
I've been lucky.

I bossed the midfield.
Against blokes ten or more years older
I suddenly felt bolder
and was amused at shouts of
"Mark the Young M...

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Also by Chris Bainbridge:

Signals |

Dead Poets: No.99

A literary friend was remarking
On the letters penned by P A Larkin.
He agreed some were sad,
None remotely glad,
While many were totally barking!

 

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Also by fitzroy herbert:

(untitled) |

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