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BeEr

Now we are England on our own

Shackles of Europe over thrown

Can we return to pound shillings and pence 

Will we now put up a fence

 

Will we revert to potatoes with dirt

To half a cucumber not a portion

And also now without caution

Spring not salad onions

 

But I hear you cry

What about ounces and pounds

19 eleven and six

Poles pecks and perches 

Chains a...

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Also by Edbreathe:

THyme | GRaaaft | Re Cur ing dReaM | Piii Geons IN My FrrrIDge | Eye | EAR-ly Muse-ic | Bre-ak (again)! | Bre-ak | fRan tic | dis EnGage/ ment | ZjuSt 4 a LARF | fLoaaaaaaaT-img | SUN!! | Wat-Er oF LliiFe | tHe Pass -T | BeeeenZ | mAd ShAdowS | thE dATe | EDgeS | LU / st | ThE FaaAWn | hOl-Es!,,,, | hOl-Es!,,,, | FAail. InG aGaAin | BReaa. THE BreAtH | Fe/Ar | ThE pAss Ion |

Alone in Love

I don't regret .. how to deal
With one .. I'm deeply adore
I don't regret how to feel
Someone .. I'm certainly sure

I don't forget .. lonely day
Before we met .. it was so long
I don't forget .. you .. to say
Being alone is really wrong

I don't ask .. about the past
Your past .. has gone .. no return
I want to take you for the best
For me you're my baby born

 

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Also by Farag M. Afify:

Fake Love | Love's Cave | Soul of Love | Princess Love | Pure Love |

Global swarming

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers. Ray Bradbury

 

Treasure a desert orchid
Do not classify the sky:
It is the time for bees.
Anybody can name a bee
But can we know it?
Fascists swim in rain or snow
To let us know they glorify the body. 
Pools are deep but silt can do its work.
Transforming a do ...

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Also by John E Marks:

A mighty working | Hancock's Half Hour | These Czech lands, 1936 | Somehow, there's blue | Cheap thrills | So, heavenly | Remembering Sylvia | Blue | BLOOMSDAY: 16 June 1904 | The Incidentals | NOT FADE AWAY | A dream of sand | A permanent loss of happiness | Two legs good? | Spring in the snow | SMOKE OVER MOSUL | The unsolved | Shadows behind the sun |

Eternal love

Ever since I started loving you my dear Allah 

I can't seem to love anyone else other than you

 

Your love is so fulfilling and satisfying my Rabb

None can please my heart the way it's pleased by you

 

I'm so much lost in your love, my only Illah 

I lost track of life, time, age and everything That was me

 

Your love intoxicated me completely my only God

Nothing could...

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Also by Ghazala lari:

On my birthday- A priceless gift!! | Colours of rainbow? | Feather girl | Grateful soul | Look within | Life's lessons | Deeply, madly do | My farewell words | Good night !!!!!!! | Divine pearls | The trailer | Live, not just survive. | Hypnotized | Writer's joy | For Allah, my Rabb! (I love you God almighty) | Monsoon | Morning glory |

Champagne Football

                                   Champagne Footballer 

Eleven vessels stand hour glass tall.
3-4-3 formation, football elite, one and all .
Liquid nectar fills the body, adrenaline running hot.
Air bubble froth with a golden halo, embellishes the top.
Guilded feet planted firmly on the ground.
As anthems play, glory days resound.
No working men, No dirt engrained fingernails,
Manacures...

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Bring It On

Happy go lucky people

cautiously staying on amber

forgotten smiles return

feel good factor

simultaneously spreading togetherness

three lions roar.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Something More | When Time Stood Still | I Seek Them Here I Seek Them There | Poem For Brian | Pimp My Ride |

green for Rome

Catch her if you can...

A rather pedestrian setting

For the ethereal bloodletting

Required to catch a muse, 

Or at the very least,

Catch her in a decent mood. 

 

But what will it be today?

Thalia's ivy wreath, or 

The knife of Melpoméne?

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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

Rendezvous | Feint | Dotted Line | Narcissus | Counterintuitive | Trapped | Quicksand | Outfoxed | Maladapted | Laconic | Mortal | Horizon Hermeneutics | Off-key | Pandora's Box |

Losing It (very light verse)

 

Of all the things

that you can lose

there's nothing quite as hard

 

as the losing of your wallet

cause it contains

your credit cards

 

stolen identity

leads to futility

there's nothing you can do

 

now someone

has your number and

someone else is being you.

 

 

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Also by d.knape:

Box Of Words | Old Dead Tree | KITE | In the Hands Of Strangers | Teach A Man To Fish | UNPACKING | Earned Interest | NEW HOME | Mixed Emotions | LAST GASP | Working From Home | Someflowers | Staying Home | An Imaginary Poem | Will Work For Food | The Grocery Guy | Common Scents | 8 Lines or Less | WISH I MAY | Unassisted Living | The Neighbor's Complaint | The Hesitant Poet |

Poetry Contest

Another prompt invokes an undesired surge
of thought and fractured scenes,
requiring energy to sort and draw conclusions,
prior to recording in the journal for today.

Time to him resembles auctioning a gem,
the longer it lasts, the higher its price,
and he's approaching life's end zone called "red,"
where actuaries hold their breath and count.

The formalist stands firm on well-packed g...

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Also by Gerald E Greene:

Poetry Contest | Fasteners of Life | Be A Mentor |

writingpoetry

Gift Of Words

Thanks to D Knape for the Box of Words

As I was passing by
I came across this online page 
Just random well worn words
no restrictions on their usage

They were left deliberately 
for refurbishment or repair
Free to any good home
that could be trusted with their care

So I gathered them up
and gave them a shuffle around
Now they have a new home
in this poem they can be found

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Also by julie callaghan:

Al Fresco Dining | Beside The Seaside | Sunday Afternoon | Poor Matt Hancock | Daisies | Community Garden | Perfect Moment | Our Garden Tonight | Distant Rain | Pandemic News | Freedom Day | Fertile Plant | Happy Fathers Day | Once upon a summer day | Sing A Wild Meadow | Yorkshire Morning | Poor Little Blackbird Chick | Blenheim Palace | Oxford | Oxford Botanical Gardens | Site Visit | Perked Up | Reflection | Costa Del Kirkby | Yorkshire Today | Dandelion Clocks | Getting Back To Normal | Feeding Time | I Can Sing A Hedgerow |

A Warrior

Born in a dusky town,

Was a little girl brown,

Had an invisible crown,

Who was destined to get renowned.

 

As the time flew,

Trials and Tribulations hit her through,

Poverty and Despair only grew,

But she did not give in to.

 

Armed with nerves of steel,

Filled with determination and grit,

In a world of ordeal,

She never did quit.

 

Adding jewels of vir...

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The poisoned garden

Rhubarb, laburnum,

rhododendron, juniper,

pulmonaria, digitalis,

nicotinia, periwinkle,

cannabis, aconitum,

salvia, laurel, hemlock,

rosemary, farage.

 

With acknowledgements to

The Poison Garden at Alnwick Gardens in Northumberland

and written after England’s recent win against Germany

 

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Also by Greg Freeman:

The shopping parade | Cornfield at evening | Wild roses | Small earthquake in Chesham and Amersham |

Baby Eternal

It’s time to fly, 

Like a bird, 

My wings becoming free. 

 

Stepping among a strange curdled current, 

A sea beneath, 

Arms just out of reach. 

 

For in the sea, 

Of mind and open eye, 

My world falls dim. 

 

I guess there is, 

Another way, 

To die and be free again. 

 

Like a bird, 

A Seashell hollow, 

A sacred branch beneath yellow skin. 

...

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প্রকৃতির প্রতিশোধ

প্রকৃতির প্রতিশোধ

আব্দুল হান্নান

হৃদয়ে এ কথা সহসা জাগতেই পারে যে নিথর স্তব্ধ প্রাণহীন প্রকৃতি মনে হয় শুধু ভোগ বিলাশের জন্য।সৃষ্টির অনবদ্য পদচারনার মুখাপেক্ষী হয়ে প্রকৃতি মনে হয় প্রতিক্ষার বলয়ে আবদ্ধ।হস্ত পদহীন প্রকৃতির মাঝে অবিরাম অন্যায়ে বহমান স্রোতধারা স্তব্ধ  করে দেবার মত ক্ষমতা কি প্রকৃতির আছে? লক্ষভেদী সৃষ্টি গুলির লক্ষান্তরালে থেকে পাঁপকে লুকালেইত সব কিছুর সমাধা হলো।বর্ণিত এ সব ধারনা আ...

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No More

Something here’s gotten change
It's becoming a daily thing
Keep your hands to yourself
She doesn't want you 
But play the victim with your friends

Go tell everyone your the nice guy
I'm sick of you and everyone like you
So shut the fuck up 
When she says no it's just that

I hate guys like you 
Begging for nudes 
She said no but you keep doing it 
I hate your type keep your eyes off...

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Also by Mikey V Kinsey:

Ace | We All Wanna Die Sometimes |

Dungeon

Pulling me in, keeping me up

tempestuous silent cry 

In Ambush dark cup 

eyes more prone to light

endeavoring prison break

debacle serves me right

what I seek now

bars right before my eyes. 

 

 

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Also by Nazia Khan:

DARK is an ART | Wish me goodnight |

The News

We are fascinated by the news,
For it may shock or it may amuse.
We see real life - every day.
See what people do and what they say.

Whether in the paper or on TV,
It is there for us all to see.
And famous people we love to watch -
Should they succeed or should they botch.

We love hearing stories of in the courts,
And so popular are our sports.
And many of us do endeavour
To always ...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Back to the Future | Contentment | This Life |

Stuart VannerThe NewsThe media

A Writers Life

A WRITERS LIFE

A writers life, a writers mind

Thoughts bombarding, counting time

You ache to write down what you see

The things you hear, the trapped, the free

 

Views and opinions, feelings strong

A writer knows not right or wrong

Just wants to capture colour and shade

Like military regalia on parade

 

To lure, to reel the reader in

To enter the writers mind wi...

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Also by Rick Varden:

Fathers Day |

The Root of the Matter

It is what it is - I'm affirming right now
I am who I am - none can disallow.
The audience is fickle - I don't seek their praise.
It's not worth a nickel. I'll live my own days.

It is what it is - though never the same,
I am who I am - I  make my own game.
Moments are changing, perpetually new.
Thoughts rearranging - artistically view.

I am who I am - according to me.
It is what it is...

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Also by Brian Hodgkinson Jr.:

Meet Cute | Content | The Sound of a Beheading on AM Radio | Crone | Royalty | Wishing |

Soul Rebel

Burghers

next door they're yet holding another barbecue

starry sparks of pig and ox ascend in the dark

hot flesh, burning fuel amid the polite chatter

charred hose and doublet of brave Joan of Arc

 

beefburgers thick sausages dripping grease

immolated rump steak in the teeth of guests

witches and Jews getting lynched for threats

to the state as traitors and subversive pests

 

...

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Also by simon lucan:

Flo | The Sailor | Dripping | Coping | Procession | Bloom | Surfs | Blistered | Hides |

burghersbarbecueburgersoffalwitchesjewsSS GuardsKu Klux Klan

How Did It Get So Late So Soon?

How Did It Get So Late So Soon?

 

The man who scared the ghosts away,

The woman who healed wounds with a kiss,

I think of them more nowadays

In sad and troubled times like this.

No longer there to hug the pain

From tired bones and broken hearts,

To shield you from the winter rain

That permeates where old age starts.

 

The back garden is over-grown,

The kitchen i...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Little Crowtown | # False Prophet | rag and bone |

old ageparentsyouthtimeageing

Fish

An unremarkable day in May,

though in retrospect,

the blackbird was peremptory.

And of course, there was

the fox at my door,

the night before.

                                                                                                               

I came inside with a handful of thyme,

greedily enjoying a prompted memory.

When out of the corner of my eye,

I did...

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magical realismtransformation

SEALED WITH A KISS

Yes,  it’s gonna be a backbench Matt Hancock

His ending has come down to this

A catalogue of criticism and failure

Sealed with a kiss.

 

Boris Johnson said he’s just “fucking hopeless”

And looked for a way to dismiss

Then Doormat Hancock said “I’ll do it for you,

And seal it with a kiss”.

 

He lied about all the care homes

He lied about PPE

He stuffed his pocket...

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Also by John Coopey:

VITVAL | RESEARCH | MOTHER-TRUMPERS | THIS OL' HOUSE |

No one there

Shouldering in silence
the phone receiver ripples in time
barely hanging in place
with an old 10p coin stuck in the slot,

braced in leaves 
almost like Nature was as much hiding it
as well as devouring it 
ablaze with sea salt tomb tears,

unrehearsed emotions 
a moment in time 
wedged shut through the keyhole 
offering no clue to who had being there.

 

 

 

(First in a sh...

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Also by Andy N:

Consequences XX | Consequences XIX | Peace from the Sirens |

TRAPPED

Two little finches on a feeder

one sings Tosca

the other Aida.

Pleasure created for poets or kings

souls in torment born with wings. 

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Also by ray pool:

THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR STEALING | SCOTTISH HARDWARE | ANTON KARAS 1906 - 1985 |

Military Coup

 

A group of my neighbours, past middle age,

Run every Tuesday, in the dead of night,

Like the wind to the end of their garden.

Rain, snow, hot, cold, they strip off and make love.

‘So what? It’s a free country,’ you might say,

Unless you know that most are Generals

Who don't want the place to remain that way.

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

The Truth | The postman used to ring twice | Big Dave Diff | Seagulls | Streaker | The Little Book of Love | Come out today! |

The Power of Nature

Even when no one is listening

The birds will sing

Raise their wings

Beat them noisily

Against the air

Rise up and fly

And so, might we

Continue to sing

Continue to fly

Even when no one is listening

 

 

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Also by Brenda Wells:

For Father's Day | The Damselfly | Boats on the Stour |

Invisible Emotions

Fake smiles are hidden 

Behind bright lights.

The glare overshadows

The hidden sentiments

Binding us to the world.

 

Chasing butterflies

Counting stars

Are what struck

A possible accord

Leading to a break 

In the midst of this bright light

 

Overpowered by a dark nature

It stabs into the world 

 Plummeting,

Never isolated just lacking 

A new appro...

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Dawn Chorus

Winter silence evaporates like

mist at rising of sun.

Skylarks and thrushes, robins

and blackbirds sing us awake,

 

tentative at first, then competing,

vying for attention in vernal melodies.

Wrens and warblers patiently

wait out their noisy neighbours.

 

Louder again they trill, in search

of a likely mate to swipe right,

join in preparing a new nest

for the ...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Thursday |

Let the trees speak

Once you find peace in nature

You find peace in yourself 

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Also by Cody Roach:

When I’m gone | I make sparks | John Wayne | In the sky of blue | Empty | Unforgiving love | Grandpa Doug | Cold | Rashviknaka |

Rebel

Rebel

 

I live in a golden palace,

Full with the very best of everything:

Shelter, sustenance, a silent welcome;

I never was one for displays of affection

On the occasion of a simply opening door,

Or is that merely an arrogant view?

I too listen for silences where I can,

With ears hissing gently in an empty room

As distant thunder rumbles uselessly.

 

This life ...

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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Icon | Saint Petersburg | Deep Last Autumn | Lifeboat |

Gulosus

In my cypress root home, it's slow water here
Red dots on my ears, no current, slow
The river flows, but I'm accustomed
My little root home will hide me
Moving in secret, quietly
Fanning my nest violently
Under tree swimming tiredly
They came with rods and hooks,
bent on their cruelty
Pulling me out of my river,
into their gaseous sea

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Also by Patrick Kennon:

The weeds always win | Nonrefundable black hat |

Valerian

Can you see

the tall spikes

crowned with

delicate white blossom

growing in the SW

corner of the garden?

 

It is the herb valerian

its scent is most

pleasing and calming.

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Also by Abdul Ahmad:

Identity swapped |

Comparing Dreams       

                                  

Daybreak came round again.
She had a foot massage booked at a plush spa
but veered away admiring irises and unknown blooms.
His sister attacked his dad in hospital
pulling out tubes.
She returned to a childhood home
so improbably different now!
His 'phone wouldn't function right
distraught Romeo couldn't contact Juliet.

A few kisses sort it all out.
...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

All Of Us | For The Face Beset With Grimaces | Intrusion | Earth's Plea | You People |

My achilles heel

My achilles heel

 

I hardly know you

That’s clear to see

And I haven't the slightest idea  

Of where you stand with me

 

Do you feel this too?

Or am I alone

Trying to act cool

While continuously checking my phone 

 

A shot of beautiful poison 

Hardly sleeping 

Painfully obsessed

Can’t stomach the thought of eating

 

You’ve crippled me here

You ...

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Also by Rasa Kabaila:

That night | Go Go Stop | My Church |

The Lament of the HS2 Tree

 

 

I heard pipes and drums, of men crossing fields

treading on the mist of a morning when I was sapling. 

The battle took place around my soil,

where my lifespan started, men dripped blood on me.

Their hot varnish splattered scarlet onto my young leaves.

 

The times, they buried men and women, drummers and fifers fell,

Children left their earthly life before they could ...

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Also by vincent berquez:

Tranquil Waters | The Sound of Blossom Falling |

THEATRE SCHOOL

Back in the late 90s when life was still simple but verging on breaking but little we knew 

 

We didn't have mobiles 

We would call up on landlines 

 

Meet ..be there on time 

Back then the sky seemed more blue 

 

Dance college limbering 

Boys cloakrooms mingling 

Latin American dance

Silvers and leotard..tap shoes and ballet shoes 

Jazz boots and shiny sweat pa...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

CATHEDRAL KYLE | AFFIRMATION | YOLANDA | CASSANDRA |

DancedramaLiverpool theatre school

In Limbo

When you want to help,

But it paints like rain.

You can’t stand by

Yet you create more pain.

Nothing ventured , they say is nothing gained

But this gesture of care maybe should refrain.

 

A balancing act of well intended intervention,

 or respect of independence.

The horizon welcomes a furthering away of remedy and deepening of uncertainty.

The relationship, the love,...

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Lunar Negotiations


From one of those days

that you wouldn’t feed

to a mangy, starving dog.

 

                          To one of those nights

                          where that same little dog

                          gnaws dry on a skinny old bone.

 

Knowing all too well it's one

of those bones that you’ll

have to learn to walk without.

                         

 

       ...

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Also by Ralph Dartford:

The Worst Words | Codes |

Woman lll

6/24/21

Waiting for you all to appreciate me, you made me hate me

Missing out on all of who I am, breaking me down, as if I'm not of high demand, like I'm less than a man

Genuine and honest and pretty funny too

You all take a lot of me and try to put it into you

My outake greater than my intake and your intake greater than mine

But now I'm taking my power back

Well now I'm not...

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Also by VHH:

Do you remember the time, flashbulb memories in my mind | Unlovable |

Happiness?

Am I happy?

What does that even mean?

Is it some permanent state

Carved in stone

Of where and what

And with whom

We are now?

Or is it just the sum

Of individual moments

With which we experience pleasure

Contentment, feelings, and highs

 

Or, perhaps

To spin it on its head

It’s the absence

Of sadness, regrets, and fears?

But surely happiness

Can’t ...

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Hungry bells

Hungry bells

Thursday,24th June 2021

 

We feel sore

when fail to explore!

what is in store!

we seek then more

 

why mind aches?

when fails to reach

some points

and joins the sad race

 

the stomach revolts

when not filling the hungry bolts

it cracks and develops a headache 

and desperately tries to have some catch

 

mind and stomach

long for ...

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Also by Jadia4708au:

Life-Unending process | Life past & now | Poetry spirit | Black rose | Soul to soul | Life has an art | Silent flow-poetry | Love for | fatherly gesture | Visionary character-Poet | Know about love | Look beautiful | Woman- rare gesture | Fight the situation | Letter-Sad memory | No man's land | Liberated soul | Past mistakes | Not a day pass | Shyness-Over weight | The old theory | Death is rehearsal | Love-no room for lust | Modern day saint | Make a room for | Flower & fragrance | Love to share& dare | No peace in mind | My eyes to go | Promises are often | O My, countrymen | Africa-real one | Grace me | Pack your luggage | Life is poetry | Marriage anniversary-Bond | Thank you sir | We are powerful | Internal beauty of a soul |

Jadia4708au

Claire And The Flying Carpet

Claire decided to annoy her schoolteacher by swallowing a shoe,
then admitted afterwards that she’d felt a right heel,
’cos Miss Bluemantwit started to panic when Claire’s face turned blue.

However, she was reassured by the naughty pupil,
who, in a muffled voice, said, ‘Don’t worry, it’s only a trick!’

But before the other kids could call for help, out came the undigestable item
which tu...

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Also by Kevin Vose:

Claribella Constance Hits A High Note |

Passing Time

Passing Time

 

May angels bring me a chalice

of the finest wine

By the hour may I sip

of an ephemeral elixir

To guide me into the realms

of soporific ecsatsy

May the sun shine as I slumber

in the shade of tranquil contentment

As bees pollinate the luscious

hibiscus and oleander

May I close my eyes to this

beauty and retreat

Into the cave of memorablia

w...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Identity |

Lighthouse

Waves of time crashing on desire's coast
So close and yet so far I wait at my post
The time may come when the ground beneath washes away
Wind blowing heavily I stand firm and without sway.
Certain there comes a day when such a fog may clear
That allows your light to reach my pier
Ever so loud the sound of ocean's chatter
Such a distraction from that which matters
Even though people come an...

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WHAT IF YOUR DREAMS WILL NEVER COME TRUE

Every bit of your life tells 

What you have done in you 

If you think 'what if ' 

Then how will your dreams come true??

Your fate always anxious to play with you 

Failure doesn't make success away from you 

But your struggle tells what will get you 

If you think 'what jf'  

Then how will your dreams come true??

          

                                              ...

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There Is Art In This City

The big wheel is apparently not a wheel, but an eye.

Boxes of people suspended in air and time, up in the sky.

The panorama stretches out before them, a city laid bare.

A few million souls living, they look like ants down there.

Which way to serve them best?

North…South…East or perhaps West?

 

Culture awaits in this. metropolis, but is anything real?

Find a place to go, chi...

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Also by Dean Fraser:

Be Kind To You |

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GONE TO POT

So many seem to go to pot

(Do I mean drugs?  No, I do not!)

Too much of a bad thing comes to mind

Just look around and you'll soon find

The evidence is all around

Ounce for ounce...pound for pound.

Leviathans loom large in life today

Sashaying their substantial way

The visible proof that a junk food diet

Is only OK if you DON'T try it.

A little of what you fancy may b...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

BE COMFORTED |

Children in the war

A child is stuck in the war

Her screams are unheard in her throat

Her mother is bleeding

In the ruins of the kitchen

Another child is running

To the ocean in her dream

The bullets do not seem

To let her go a single step

Another child is lying

Under the old pink blanket

With prayers in her whispers

Wanting to be deaf

To be deaf to the bombs

Falling from the ch...

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war poetrywarchildren

Insecure Wind ??

 

Feel my cool breath

on your skin

I saw you were dewy

and needed it

Did you catch my little rustle of the leaves? 

 

Stroll under those

old oaks and notice  

I make sounds

just like the ocean

Shhhhhhhhhh, can you hear my artistry?

 

My gentle breeze flirts

with your curls

Yet I destroy whole cities

with my whirls

Can’t you see how soft and strooo...

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Deep diving

All I can hear

Is the shouting sea

Calling

 

Deep diving

 

The familiar, reassuring warmth of the near surface

 

The cooler layer

Fish and sea creatures

 

The pure and true silence

 

Cannot cheat, lie, hide

 

Reaching the deep dark place

So far down

You get to

Within

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Retire(la)ment

I now have time

To see all those

Little David’s

 

Lost on the streets

Of Liverpool, Germany

And many stations in-between

 

Lamenting a love gone wrong

Crying to himself

Too broken hearted

To pick up the phone

 

Hours upon days and years

Out of sorts

A rattle bag of fears

An assortment of misery

Freshly picked from the store

 

But now I have ...

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Also by David R Mellor:

Retire(la)ment |

lamentold age

June 2021 Collage Poem: The Other Me

 

Lonely windows for the imaginary friend

The unicorn lost his way with the geography teacher

 

One mind with but two disparate thoughts.

Imaginary friends have feelings too.

 

I only exist when you think about me

What was it the geography teacher did?

 

A true friend knows life returns

Am I real or a figment of my imagination?

 

Ming vase found the small way...

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Collage PoemJune Collage PoemStockport Write Out LoudThe Other Me

Everything is Here

I'm floating in this little boat I call my body

Anchored by these years I call my life

Reaching for a star I call my heart-home

Supported by a churning sea that is my world

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The tenderness of you

Put aside a kiss for me

A solid state embrace

Not just a cheek by jowl shake down brush

With someone who could not care less

That is not what I want

I want to feel the tenderness of you

Pressed against that which is mine

To push away the crushed flower tears

And stagnant powdered scent of vapid breath

 

I want to feel the warmth of the love

That has for so often be...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Blokes |

My Dad and Horse Shoes

When I was young, maybe 5 years old

My parents always had parties at our house in the woods

There was always competition surrounding the game of Horse Shoes

I was told not to run across the pit while the game was in play

I didn't listen

I was struck in the head by a flying horse shoe from my father while I was trying to be brave, cool, and defiant

 

Life continued to change in...

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Can we just be?

I'm not looking for a tough guy
So no need for you to act real hard.
Ain't looking for your cold cash either
So forget about the white lie.

I'm looking for some tight hugs, 
A heart to nurture and a 
Love that heals and grows. 
I want to let loose and feel free to
trust in love and just be. 

Sounds quite easy when you say it out loud
But society promotes ego all year round. 
Love is...

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BEGGARS.

Look! what river is asking from land,

Is it sediments and handful of sand?

Look! what wind is asking from sky,

Lots of freedom and one more try?

Likewise one is asking for love,

and other eyes full of dove.

third one is asking for intellect,

and last one my respect to necked.

Likewise I am asking for attention from one,

and from other some mercy in scroching sun.

From...

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Portugal 3, Spain 3

Knowing I’d be with you,

I’ve been practising your language,

so when he scores the penalty,

instead of Fuck off, cheating shit,

I have something more poetic:

Que te folle un pez!

 

You equalise, but he scores again,

so I stand, shout at the screen,

Hijo de las mil putas!

in revenge for 2006.

 

When you take the lead,

I realise that I’m unprepared,

educated...

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Dinner Plate

For Fathers’ Day

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

 

Through my mind’s eye, the one that cannot, will not cry,

I can still see the fine, life worn, war torn lines in your face.

Each and every crack, a river flowing with untold pain.

Silent slivers and creeks, scarred like wind dried, ice split cheeks,

Inlets flowing not ...

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Also by Graham Parker and his musings:

A day out |

Visiting the Grave

Here lies my old dead dad

So sad,  all those years together

We never valued the friendship

We  "could have had"

Did our hearts from each other drift

Or just our attitudes on life shift

Looking back now

I understand somehow

I have an adult son

We both struggle with our own lives

And make no time for fun

This cycle of behavior is quite mad

And here it occurs to me

...

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Also by J.D. Bardo:

Remember Me | LOVE LOST TO LUST |

Mr. Bad.

You pushed me away,
And now I am going to live my own life
Right under your nose.
And I hope that you notice every smile
That someone else makes me laugh.
I am going to be free of your demons.
I am going to laugh every time I see you,
And be so pleased that I
Saw the worst bits before we were married,
Like once you said we would be.
Remember that?
Oh my poor poor Mr Misunderstood.

Yo...

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Also by Aviva Rifka Bhandari:

Burnt Out Love | Dawn Fear | Acknowledgement | Wistful | Enough! | Heart Didn't Mind | HDYK | House-party | A Passing Thought | Naomi And I | Incommunicado | Midnight Heaven | Genesis | Wise Counsel? |

love's tempeststar crossed lovebreakupself-loveunwanted

all about happiness

When I was a kid

I used to think that happiness in life was all about

big happenings, great strokes of luck and flushy stuff.

And so I started looking for extraordinary things, I waited for special events to happen

but I was missing the real happiness

the small things and the small victories,

I didn't appreciate what really mattered:

the sun on my skin

the feeling of walkin...

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Also by mona:

how to | the red road |

WE WERE KIDS THEN

 

It was us at jolly times ,

It was us at cloud nine ,

Back then when we minded not to got out bare feeted 

And satisfy the needs of hearts ,

skin cracked ,with no shirts ,

Even though we knew the consequences of tunes we were going sing right at the arrival home ,

We didn't care .

 

Back then we shared the good'O big times with friends and half my cousins ,

We shared...

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Also by Parizo Van Thulare:

WHAT IF |

In the first place

Am I 

Just playing 

At this game 

We call 

Living?

 

Because 

I tell you 

Now 

I haven’t a clue

What is going 

On

My hair

Or what is 

Left 

Of it 

Is turning 

Silver 

As though 

The value of 

My thoughts 

Are finally

Being 

Appreciated 

By my body 

At least 

If

Nothing else 

 

And my vision

Is suffering 

I...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

New kinds of evil | New Born | Stepping out |

The Urge to Run

Even as my feet hit the ground 

Even as the movement takes me away

The thoughts still linger in my head - Is it true? Is there something I missed?

There’s always the turning and twisting as my mind rearranges words in my head, trying to find some link I missed

There isn’t but there are some small tinges of doubt

Those can be dealt with, those can be cured 

Not like the unknown, n...

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Also by Krab:

No Promises |

KrabUrge to Run

Mind watcher

Take a seat, it's a fine show Watch thy mind

where it fetters you in incendiary emotions,

thoughts who feeds whom, both they say

Parochial it might seem, it weaves a chimera of self

plays with the woeful past, fretful future

 

For it fears the present,

an impendance to its survival

You are not just your mind

Here comes the mind watcher

 

 

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Hopscotch

When you’ve been down for so long that your head starts to pop and you know that you’re drowning and know you can’t stop.  When you know that there’s rhyme but you can’t see the reason and your head go on strike and your heart commits treason.  When your stomach is turning, anxiety high, when your blues say hello and your hopes say goodbye.  And confusion is squatting in the halls of your mind, wh...

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Eventually

Maybe soon or suddenly 

With unyielding feelings

Do tell me your hear me 

Dont run 

Is there really a cure for a lostness in ones soul

A map that takes you to your deepest darkest corners

I assure you the journey is well spent

Money trees that grow green and let it rain to the poverty

I'll walk past it like I've had it my whole life

Eventually Ill kill the doubt that pla...

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Also by Jay:

Compressed | Walk |

endingnew beginnings

Rainbow

Sometimes it feels like the world is falling apart

Sometimes it feels like no matter how hard you try, you just keep getting brought down

You tell yourself that everything is going to be alright

You tell yourself that you will survive

You look for a sign, anything to tell you that you are going down the right path

You pray to God that he gives you the strength to carry on

And jus...

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Also by Jacqueline L Elias:

Blue Eyes |

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Steve

I don't know if you ever read those poetry prompts you can find on line. One I was saw was writing a poem that spells out your name. here's a quick effort . .

 

Seriously, take a good look at yourself. It’s

Time to do something new

Even if it means packing your job in because

Very soon, perhaps

Earlier than you think: your time is running out . .

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life

Growing Pains

 

How you doin'?

How you doin', ok?

I hear you struggle

To find some light 

In your day

 

They say you're dancing

All alone on the floor

And treat your friends

Like they're not friends

anymore

 

Your Mother's wine

helps your mind to escape

And washes down all

the pills that you take

 

Such plagues of sorrow

To find in the young

That life ...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

The thing about poetry... | Avalon | Equilibrium |

Dagger of truth

A dreamy vision, starry eyed it is,

Idealistic, a myriad morality, 

Oh! What delightful bliss it is

Truth, as they say, an epitome of spirituality.

 

Ancient, carved with exquisiteness,

Still radiating ideals, long buried in dunes

Glistening, emanating duality of high finesse,

With nuance, complexities of aged runes.

 

As tinted blue waters, it flows endlessly

As d...

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Trapped in Grief

Trapped in grief

The superposition of states.

The is-now

And the might-have-been

Two worlds collide

In an endless cacophony

Of emotional and cognitive dissonance

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grief

Feelings

I know I find pleasure in seeing others happy 

even though I do not get it in return 

it leaves me with sorrows to know they do not want me to grow

I am always there in the time of need 

To save and never be seen 

I wish they understand I come from a place of sand 

scatter feelings blowing in the win never able to land 

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Mutations

 

We would like a happy ending here.

We would like a happy ending here.

We would like a happy ending here.

We would like a happy ending here.

We would like a happy ending here.

We would like an ending.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HERE.

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Also by Laura Taylor:

A Capital Demand |

Up Close

Who is he?

This man I only know up close?

Does he know me? And if so, 

who is this woman, this me he knows?

We have an odd situation, he and I, like a fantasy played out on a stage,

a performance, a curtain call and

then done.

I know the up-close, the heat, the physical

yet when I see him from a cool distance, 

I don't know him.

He becomes someone else with someone el...

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Also by Michelle Cote:

They Are Everywhere |

poetrylove poetry

Marching Clouds

We march away into the light...
Blown by winds beyond the sight...
Moving together,sometimes in directions unknown...
Paths in which our generation has grown...
When we are light we fly away..
When we are laden we drench the way...
The ever changing kaleidoscope of our shapes...
We are party to various animal maps..
Playing with the Sun , moon and stars and at times just going away to let ...

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Also by Shrawani Sen:

BLISS |

Despair

Thunder roars through the empty halls

Lost, forbidden, in the dreams of the dead

Desolation descends to answer the call

Of petulance, compunction and dread

 

The horror of the night, haunts the moon

As it shines on the blackness of life

Earth disembowelled by all it consumes

Distorting truth, fouling Gods paradise

 

Death reigns hard, as love is defiled

His cloak b...

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Also by Gary Cuming:

Tap. Tap. |

Despairdeathblackdark

Pieces of You

Everywhere I go

I see pieces of you…

A piece of you in the parking lot

Where we used to meet and chat,

A video clip of you at that burger resto

Walking up to me with the menu.

I find you in my playlists,

The songs you picked for me.

Alone in the car,

Conversations playback.

Shopping at the mall,

You critique my choices.

Even in the shower

I can hear your laug...

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Every man

Every man that I have ever found attractive

Any man that I loved

They all possessed qualities 

That I already have dwelling within me

Wounded masculine energy

Searching for my daddy in other men

Yet again

I didn’t even know how to be

My own mother

I expected my mother to do the job

Reparent myself

To heal the toxicity 

That kept me from 

Protecting myself

...

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Also by Mama Lola:

I deserve a proper genuine love | My son is so beautiful | Gossip | I love the idea of love | I love you Black man | Snake | You have no power over me | Spiritually Protected | Wake Up Call | Pride Is The Devil | Past Life Regression | Babydaddy JuJu | Why Do You Keep Dating Your Father? | Sovereignty | Sex Without Love Is Meaningless | I Am Worthy Of Divine Love | I Abandoned Myself | My Child’s Father is a Narcissist |

Lunar love

Everything night timed

is subjected to the Moons powdery unfelt dressings

 

like my welcoming heart and soul

this room embraces

its ghostly white arrival.

 

Wind bullied clouds have been scattered

their removals allowing the sky

to become one vast deep blue oceanic stage

 

upon which the stars are free

to show off their glittering performances

 

but, only ...

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I see tomorrow, born from death

When death steal your tomorrow
leaving you with more questions than sorrows
What is life, so fragile, no time to waste
who am I, where do I belong, where is my space?

Memories painting a picture against the wall
trying to make sense of yesterday’s Fall
Some make you smile, some make you cry
there is nothing of yesterday to deny.

As time tempers the Mind and heals the Heart
the Soul is...

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SeasonsHeartMindSoul

blossom

A green bud breathing in,

say welcome to your kin,

a promising prospect of evolution,

let it grow as it makes a revelation.

 

Opening up to the world surrounding,

potential no longer withholding,

a mechanism of nature working its magic,

as mesmerising as a smoldering wick.

 

Green gives way to different colors,

reaching out tenderly are vivid petals,

blooming be...

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Also by Igneus:

eerie mystery | flow of corruption | holding on | depression | wrath | confused poem by a confused mind |

blossomingpollengrowthwilting

It

Is it fair to not feel normal? 
After 18 years of living sanely?
Am I the one responsible for all this?
Is it here to settle in me?
Is it here to make me fall?
These days it is keeping me awake 
At 3 am, I am feeling restless 
These days I feel like giving up more
Three pairs of eyes stop me though
The feeling is something I have never felt
It is not beautiful 
It is selfish, not wantin...

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Lessons in Life

I learned a long time ago

That the only one I could control

Was myself

 

I learned to question everything

For better understanding

Of the truth

 

I learned how to survive

The struggle and the strife

On my own


I learned to appreciate

The blessings on the plate

Set before me

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In 10 years

I hate the question where do you see yourself in 10 years

To be frank some days I don’t see myself being here

Weather I am the one to pull the trigger

Or a spare of the moment accident

is the one to cause me to take my final breath

I believe in my final breathes I could peace within myself

But there are some days

where I just want to say that only happiness will be in my life

...

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sad poetry

The Island of The Vaccinated

Such jubilation every time a vessel

debarks a new contingent at the port.

So much relief when loved ones, wrested apart

for long, lone months are free again to nestle 

cheek to cheek, to hug and kiss, to jostle,

guiltlessly mingling among the singing throng,

siblings swinging siblings, making rings

to dance till dawn with no one a virus’ vassal.

 

Ravenous variants infes...

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Waiting Rooms

Waiting rooms,

needles in the bin,

all quietly 

contemplating.

Waiting rooms

with pictures:

bullet points 

and ticks and crosses.

Places to remake 

dark futures,

by turning them 

into new projects.

Maybe one more year

living without fear 

thinking of something else,

crafting new prospects.

Remaking the soul

in a clay oven 

having been   

thr...

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Do not wake me

Do not wake me in the middle of the most beautiful dream,
in the middle of the slight accent on your eyes,
in the middle of the heart, overwhelmed by strong emotions.
Do not wake me in the middle of the most beautiful dream,
there is no music in the world of the deaf,
there is no light in the world of the blind,
there is no freedom in the world of prisoners,
in the world of the cold there i...

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Also by Sanja Atanasovska:

I keep sapphires for you |

A beating heart once cold

A BEATING HEART ONCE COLD 

Once still, black and preserved. Numb to all of the strife it has been through. Words of prayer to move on through and through. 

Was it me this time or again was it you? 

This organ here they call a heart they say it beats, yet mine is so....so still, trying to catch a rhythm of happiness, a moment of strength or even a screenshot of tranquility.

It has a bea...

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Silvie (a re-post)

 

 

Sylvie

 

Sylvie was a comely wench. Fifty, if a day

Oh yes, her charms were obvious, and always on display

Dressed to kill, in leather and lace

A shapely body, bonny face

Her hunting ground The Royal Oak

She’d always find a younger bloke

A teacher with a lack of scruples

Never short of willing pupils

Life was good, the sex was hot

She was happy with her ...

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Also by kJ Walker:

The Old Rugged Cross (A sequel to Flo's Domain) |

PREFERENCE

PREFERENCE

_________

 

Statuesque.

Beautiful.

Exotic.

High-maintenence.

Men from all quarters would

Slay each other to the death to

Get close enough to

She of milk-like pallor, shadow

Painted lips, shadow

Painted nails, flowing hair and

Garments that compliment her supple shape,

Fine-boned corset that embraces her

Ribs tightly, all black

As evening w...

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Also by Dee Allen.:

MINNEAPOLIS WEEK |

Goth womenGothic subculturebeauty

^SoCiEtY^

I thought lucidly as I watched him

smile, I'm constantly reminded of hers too.

What a broken society.... pressured by time

to move on, while grief plastered it.

 

But, how selfish can one be?

To just move on comfortably.  Honestly,

this society disgusts me. I feel nothing

but misery and pity.

 

This modern society is misguided

and lacks dignity. You must believe

...

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Sepration

The shadows of sepration are begning to fade

The darkness of loneliness is fading,

The heart is bright in you memory

The winds are blowing,

Moments are begning to smell in you memory

who shattered the aspirations,

His sharf-edged is dagger

Waiting anxiously.

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Also by Rida Fatima:

Sepration |

水 / Mizu

My mind is saturated with sadness, 

Whilst my heart is flooded with pain. 

As my life force drowns in the world’s madness, 

My soul floats between the physical and the astral plane.

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philosophyreligionWater

Wembley Heroes

We are the Morecambe
The Shrimps to you
We are heading to Wembley
With a job to do
Our opponents are Newport County AFC
And they stand in our way
We have a mountain to climb
But the dream is still alive okay
It's the play off final yes indeed
A positive result is what we need
The game is on and we come alive
Ninety crazy minutes will we survive
The clock ticks down the time has gone
E...

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"Multitude of Soles"

"Multitude of Soles"

A big giant gong appears in the square
With a poised rugged look
Like a blood-thirsty armoured tank.

The gong began to beat itself,
Soon feet began to gather
Quickly they turned into a marching army.

The din of their liberation cry
Was heard far and wide
Drowning every sense of serenity left.

The young and old,
The heroes past and heroes now,
Rage and fate ...

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