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Demon

The voices in my head so loud and chaotic,
making my thoughts and actions oh so psychotic.

An endless hurricane of whispers and screams,
manifesting memories in my haunted dreams.

When I close my eyes I see his repelling gaze,
laying on my bared skin as my mind goes haze.

The dimlit room turns into my minds prison,
restraining me forever as the demon has risen.

-The Crescent Moon

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Also by The Crescent Moon:

Heart of Steel | Rain | Bonfire | Insatiable |

What the songs tell us

We’re not deep enough

we risk nothing

tip-toeing around what we want

never knowing

 

We’ve a fear of death

as if it could be avoided

we won’t be hurt

not if we can help it

 

Voyeurs of the world

we could never hold it

thinking we can control it

we’re left alone as a result

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

A history of linen | Approaching the work | Lullabye | Wherewithal by Night | Best Intentions | Goddess of Irony | Courage Perfume | Zyprexa Latuda | Beta B Proranolol | I go through you to understand myself | Schizophrenia is our National Sport | Traumarama |

General Outlook (UK/COVID/21)

Steaming hot, black takes

Instant coffee journalists:

'In for the long haul'

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PLAs TuRd

I haven’t written for a bit

As basically it all been sh*t

The plasterer he hasn’t come

And plastering has not been done

 

Instead it  sits in powder form

In its bag all forlorn

Waiting to be mixed to paste

Then troweled on with undue haste

 

One day at work is all  I got

Before he left me like a shot

Another job just up the road

And he’s off like Mr Toad

 

...

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Also by Edbreathe:

Goodbye FLO x | Fo To | Fish Sing | HE at | tHe PRior (y) | ORt umm | tIMe GoNe | tHe JoUr knee | ThE BIG C | U mELt Me | Moooovin’ oN | fRee LArk | CaMpbEll/bAker |

Time Trademark

A vigil for the temporally bound,

Deafened by the bodeful ticking

Of a grinning grandfather clock,

Retinas scratched by grains of sand

Lurking in inverted glass, 

Hermetically sealed to conceal

That all constructs are makeshift.

 

Try to outrun the analog hands 

That slice like scimitars;

Reside in realms that protect 

From the arbiters of neglect

Who relish chr...

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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

"L’homme est condamné à être libre" | Dog Days | Vantage | Siren | Destinies | Bridge | Endings | Close Harmony |

Hoot Owl

 

 
Who calls to me
in dark of night,
Who sounds Hoo Hoo
from such great height,
Who gives a Hoot
atop street light,
Hoot Owl is who
one cute delight.
 
 
 

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Also by d.knape:

CHAIR | LONE CLOUD | It Went To Spam | Burnt Toast | Doc Lincoln | End To A Means | Morning, Noon or Night | A Place In The Woods | Calling Myself | More Than Men | Former Farmers | The Eye Of The Beholder | Blue Sky | Good Vs. Bad | You Can't Go Home Again | Junk Mail | Slow Rain | We Write | Pecking Order | Granpa's Special Recipe | Smart As A Rock | Wife Breaks Silence | Yard Work | In Graves They Lay | LEGS | Garden Of Creation | UNMASKED |

Summer Is

Summer is…

An early morning sunrise

Pale light creeping in

Through net-covered windows

Quiet stillness at the start of the day

Blossoms, nodding on fragile stems

Golden corn swaying in a light breeze

Children's laughter as they play on the green

Bees and butterflies

Days which stretch out endlessly

 

A time when storm clouds gather

When the air fills with forebo...

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Also by Brenda Wells:

Warm Wind-Tumbled Words | The Wild Strawberry Plant | The Answer Lies Within |

Don't just be a number

Don't just be a number

in the life of the one who is waiting for you.

 

I will be here next year too

with a new wrinkle on the forehead,

and my ordinary apples

I will paint them green

to look like yours.

 

Open your heart

close the door

look at me

and do not be just a number

in the life of someone who loves you

hence to heaven. 
 

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Also by Sanja Atanasovska:

Unannounced | Dressed in colors | Love from the movie screen | Shame | Peaceful sea | Spare heart | Prayer for love | Sadness | Sniper fire | Love | Nettle | Scissors | Love and gods | The source of happiness | Until it hurts us |

The real me

You only see an image of me,

You don’t see the demons,

That haunt and taunt me,

You only see,

What I want you to see,

Only I will ever know,

Who is the real me.

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Also by Happy Hiker:

This life is yours, live it your way |

Hope

Hope

 

Keeping hope

Is like heading upstream without a paddle

Not knowing where the mouth of the river is

 Yet mentally deciding to find a way to cope

 

Its trusting in whatever the future holds

Without having a crystal ball

Its giving something a go

With the risk that we may fall

 

Hope is believing that the fire won't defeat us

And understanding that healin...

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Also by Rasa Kabaila:

Homesick | My Old Friend | My Boy | Into the storm |

Asphalt

As time moves on

So do people

Our roads may intersect

But they never reach the same destination

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Also by Cody Roach:

Entropy | Blind faith | Falling apart | Float on | Mile 5 | Holland | New me | The herd | From the dust | Wondering about the wind |

Butterflies Alight

To live a life in a day
the difference is plain
there’s no doing it again.
A flight within the 4th-dimension
no squirming weasel words for you
just a graceful flutter and decline
On a wing and a prayer
No absence of synesthesia there.

A mingling of the finest bouquet
With the deepest regret in a minor chord
The tug at your heart and a tear at your chest
Just flower after flower, n...

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Also by John E Marks:

STOLEN CHILD | Remembering Charlie | Once upon an August midnight ? | People of a lesser vintage | Somehow there's blue | Poem for an anonymous Moorish Poet on the defeat at Seville November 1248 | Thunderstruck | November brought to mind in late July | Silence and after | STORMY WEATHER | Light waves to Schrödinger’s cat | Forget-me-not | A northern morning, after a defeat | passing clouds | Summer thunder | The bloody poppy | The necromancer's ball - revisited | Torn | Our endless, numbered days |

THIS IS MY STREET

This is my street, the film proclaimed

an RT bus, a dustcart, camera

above eye level with a railway bridge one end

and a row of uniform terraces.

 

The plot, a warp and weft

of flash harry on the prowl

steamy cafes,

sleazy nightclubs

cars swung into kerbs. 

 

Painted doxies and helpless wives

living tainted roles on London streets,

kiddies' dollys in the turb...

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Also by ray pool:

BARONESS BROWNING | SONNET AT THE SUMMIT |

Blue on Mauve

                                Blue on Mauve      

Look into a mirror (not a screen). You’ve seen a soul, a                                mind defined face to face:                                                                       Fallen from grace too late to change a course once free.

Alone you stand to find confined inside your cage:                           Regret and sorrow fol...

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Also by Grant Leonard Aspinall:

100 Aker Wood | Cats know what love is | A warm embrace | Poetry died by suicide |

To be alive

To feel alive was such a great feeling.

To enjoy every single breath,

To savour every bite,

To have a spring in every step,

To experience sad and still look forward to happy,

To see the thorns and yet plan for flowers,

Now its same day after day.

Its good, happy, sweet, safe,

But its not the same.

To feel alive was such a great feeling.

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Also by pallavitryingthings:

Shifting house! | Two of Me | Dream of Love |

A fire under the river

Pouring myself out of an empty bottle
Pooling between the weeds
Soaking into stone, utterly alone

Night time comes and we check the locks
Draw all the blinds, set back the clocks
The only stars out drip dimly through 

It's late, or early, I lose track
Newport light right from the pack
Burn a resolution into your palm

They talk of revolution like it's a song
Sing along, memorize the...

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Also by Patrick Kennon:

Charcoal effigy |

The wisdom of age

 

The crushed-ice boy in the corner

Has both his eyes fixed on the cup,

But the old hands near the dart board

Have the tournament sewn up.

 

 

Though cocky, preening juniors

Contest the calls across the net,

The veterans the other side

Win at a canter for a bet.

 

Gun-waving youths are boasting that

They’ll stop the flight of helpless birds;

The grey campa...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

Parades | Hunger Games | Prime Sinister | Something for nothing | Ancient History | Old Dancers | Unpacking | These Drawings | Storm | Think Piece |

Sinister Lurks

Daylight gone

garden overgrown

dark demon

alien eyes

stare mine

advancing closer

nerves tighten

feeling foolish

spiky hedgehog

shuffles past.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Back in Ten Minutes | Anything Could Happen | Turning Red |

it's a jungle out there

FOOD

Food with roots and leaves
Eating plants and trees
I see this as life on a plate
I see meat as death on a plate 

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

POSE | SOUL BROTHER DAVE | DAFFODIL BELOVED | MY SISTER LAURA |

Foodvegetarian

You could never pray on me

My great grand mudda 

When she was 12 

Moved to Cuba for work

She lived and worked as a maid in a house

And when she was 12

The man of that house raped her

Who was there to protect Rosalie?

Hmm? Anybody? No one!

The main one that could of protected her

In my opinion SHOULD of protected her

Served as her predator

And prayed upon her

Then the woman of the house

...

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Also by Mama Lola:

A profound elegy | Mind control |

Across the Land

Beyond this tree is another tree

like a desert highway

in the middle of a field

logged in the summertime

running in tandem with the powerlines.

 

Beyond this tree is another story

churning towards the coastline

and another adventure

in another day across this land

rubbed across this car window

 

Beyond this tree during dawn

the breeze is writing

a love let...

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Also by Andy N:

Waiting |

NatureSummer

a wave passed along the centipede's legs

 

She
was married one day
before a jealous rival
killed her husband.
And so it was
her fate to enter the flames
of her husbands pyre.

Her sisters prepared her 
as they might for a birth,
urging her to redouble her strength.
The implacable sun rose
and with a show of gaiety
they walked her to the place.

Foreign explorers pulled her from the flames
just in time and at the cost o...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Surprise Outcomes Best | Half-Day Holiday | Vehicle For Time-Travel, Egg-Shell Vulnerable | Pretenders | Maybe Krishna | The Dumb Spirit | Eulogy |

wip

I Can't Understand

Can you run from me? 
I was the devil 
You was the sinner
Beckoning radiance of love
Please don't for get me?

I've seen light pour from your skin
Can I worship at your altar of delusions?
I'm only asking because I want to be 
A creep that takes everything
Can I bargain with you 
I'll keep you safe if you end me 

I can't save myself 
From the blood dripping down your vines
Is this ...

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Also by Mikey V Kinsey:

These Year Have Took a Toll |

Magnolia

If you were to leave your body with this breath, you’d float across the lake like dandelion seeds on the wind; the cool denseness of the surface buoying you, the deep gravity of the water anchoring you.

If you were to leave your body with this breath, the stars would twinkle just as if you hadn’t, but the moon, the moon would heave earth and ocean just to draw you heavenward.

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daughterfamily

its time to go

i think its time to go,

i dont feel the strenght to fight the struggle, 

no more i wish i could suddener to love but i dunno  how 

its the little things i suppose often think of these left behind but me meself am one of them 

broken behind but yet so ahead of time 

never been one for truth, so i suppose i grind my teeth and dare to love otheir day,

cause my heart believes richest...

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Yami / 闇

You want me darker,

So you inflict the pain.

 

You want me darker, 

So my heart is where your arrow aims.

 

You want me darker, 

But a glimmer of innocence still remains. 

 

You want me darker,

But when I can’t love I am the one blamed. 

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Also by Your Royal Poetess:

Demyelination | Chikyū / 地球 | Shinigami 死神 |

DarkMythology

Rhythm of life

There's silence all around me

A stillness song playing

The lyrics of peace 

Verses of serenity

 

There're dreams vibrating

Orchestrating beauty

The will to surrender 

And the intentions to keep going

 

There's sadness in the air

 A melancholic painting

The paints of darkness

Canvass brown and pink

 

There're memories fading

Flying like kites in the s...

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Also by Ghazala lari:

Every day is my day | Candles without wick | Ahad | Gifts of God | Mysterious minds | A believer's power | Indebted eternally | In praise of my rabb. |

pyramids of salt

Mary was alone in the beach

staring at turquoise sea.

All in her was saying:

“I am not from here”

Her white skin,

The book in her hands

Her legs under the gold sand

like she wanted to vanish into it.

Her wish of being unnoticed

would have to wait for other day,

Teresa had put an eye in her.

 

Teresa came without invitation

Moving her body,

How she only k...

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Also by Erika Montoya:

The painting | Passion has came back |

LES GILETS JAUNES

They made the news some little while ago.  Les Gilets Jaunes or Yellow Jackets as it translates.

They emerged in 2018, protesting about something or other.  But you can’t take French street protests too seriously when they happen every other day.  It might have been over pension reform or air traffic control or lorry drivers or the price of frogs’ legs – it’s all pretty incomprehensible to anyo...

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Also by John Coopey:

NIGHT MAIL | I GOT EWE, BABE | 1952 | TODAY'S WEDDING | ENGLAND V WEST GERMANY 1966 | TUFFEES | WORLD OF SPORT | FATHER AND SON |

The Spectacle

The spectacle of optimism or pessimism,
Frame life's vision thru' 'this prism

 Optimism spectacle was all merry,
Fragrant earth with greenary.
Birds chirping, blossoming flower 
Blessed seemed everything with this shower.

The season of spring with all hope and joy .
Ahh, the pessimism one was quite gloomy,

Thorns , falling leaves and trees were prickly.
Life was stuck in autumn, dan...

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Lady Mary Berkeley

Once, long time ago a Lady of grace and elegance,

her child and spouse in glamorous remembrance.

Chillingham Castle in its prime of residence and tragic,

Lord Grey in spell of love by Mary’s sister Henrietta’s magic.

 

Heartbroken and in despair with baby girl alone,

took her life and child falling from the tower like a stone.

The Castle already haunted by spirits from the dun...

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Also by Fearlessstars:

Short measures | Proprium Sanctus | Detailed moment | The Dreamcatcher | Ethereal Scale |

spooky

In Dock

never heard her weep out loud before

hard to believe she loves me so much

they called her in for this one last time

no kisses allowed or a hint of a touch

 

lonely years and empty days before that

vision of blue eyes and short red dress,

the night fate put me on the right path

ending years of drift and its futile mess

 

takes a lot to kill love but I did my best

pu...

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Also by simon lucan:

Shades | Angel Cake | Necks | Perpendicular | Kindling | Gaga |

remorsecovidpipesmaskslovelass

A lot of good things

7/26/21

Some things you'll agree I am 

But you've no room in your heart for me and so I'm sorry, I have to leave. Not later, not never, now.

Meeting at the wrong time or maybe just the right but I know so well, if you feel like your heart can't take anymore you're probably exactly right.

Your sight remains tunnel vision on changing your scenery and making everything right and there's n...

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Also by VHH:

Move so it doesn't hurt |

Beautiful You


 

The moon looks so gorgeous tonight.
Strawberry flavour or a similar delight!
On its shadowy face, subtle hints of red.
Full and beautiful in its night time bed.

Bright stars queued up to be its guest.
In the rippling harbour, boats now rest.
Rays of colour on the Mersey shone.
Bertie and Bella, 2 guardians looked on.

Beautiful as ever, our famous 3 Graces.
Cast in bronze, 4 unm...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

The Final School Bell (St Margaret Mary's 1968) | A World Apart | My Lazy Day! |

Wings

Disregard the brimstone and the smouldered feathers all around me,
I’m no angel but I’d surely fallen when you found me, 
Roasted clean of plumage on the spit of my desire, 
I was mean and foolish ‘til you touched my cheek and quench my fire,
Leaving me to smoulder and the embers were my shame,
Paradise forgotten, my new heaven was to speak your name, 
Knowing that all mantled wings I’d worn...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Walk With Me A While | Fear | Stir The Waters |

It lay open

It lay open

 

The portal had no barrier

no key, no lock, no door

Inside was partly obscured

against the light outside

I moved forward but

not with trepidation

Rather a silent invitation spoke

with encouragement

There was an absence of fear

as I crossed the threshold

Into a dark warmth

a womb of familiar welcome

Inside passages formed a web

around an inn...

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Also by keith jeffries:

The Cowl | Life is not here | A Battle Fought | Utterances of Wisdom | By Which we are Known |

Dividing The Land

How far does it extend this piece of the planet we buy?

Is it to the earth’s core or as far as we can see in the sky?

Guardians of this earth, here to give and share.

How can we own the land, the sky or the air?

Revering nature by giving more back than we take.

Really any other way of living, could only be called fake.

 

www.deanfraserofficial.com

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Also by Dean Fraser:

Come Work In Our Factories |

inspirationspiritualgrowthnaturemeditation

TOMB LIKE.

A grand and flamboyant tomb,

between the lush green lawn,

with water flowing channel,

shinning from dusk till dawn.

But what was inside?

Couple of empty halls?

Beautifully cremated corpses,

ashes closed within four walls?

Oops this story looks similar,

to someone i know,

who despite being hollow,

is never ready to bow.

She is all dead inside,

with empty space...

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Also by MANISHA SAINI:

SECRET GARDEN. | AGAINST THE WIND! |

Morning Bones

In my sixth decade now, with a front row seat

to the beautiful and fearsome march of days

on their way to fewer of them

 

What else, other than time,

do we have so many grievances with

but are still so grateful for?

 

I see life’s passing markers damaging my body,

leaving consolation gifts of memories, good ones,

and lessons-learned ones where wisdom should come fro...

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SUNDAY MASK

Face protection is no longer required

For the returning congregation on Sunday morning

Everything seems to be back to normal

Without the ability to conceal the yawning

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Also by Joe Marcello:

PER SENSE LESS |

A Grave Mistake!

A Grave Mistake!

 

Alf and Elsie - such a pair. Inseparable, throughout.

A paragon of ‘love and care’ (no shadow of a doubt).

Down’t pit until retirement, Alf was ‘Yorkshire, born and bred’.

Which met his wife’s requirement (strong int th’arm and thick int th’ead!)

 

But, after sixty years of bliss, came by ‘that dreadful day’

when Alfie, with a tender kiss, sent Elsie ‘on ...

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Also by John Andrew Nield:

A 'Brush' with Art ! | Knocking 'the Spots' off Each Other! |

humorous versehumorous poetryfunny poemfunny verse

I am Lorraine

 I am Lorraine                         

I was sacrificed as the first-born female to the god of property and prosperity

Indentured there forth to keep the borders intact

Against all hardship, annoyances, and conditions

 

 

That is why I am named of battle and land

After the province, Joan of Arc fought to hold

“Made famous in battle” by German tongue

In Latin, I am “Sea ...

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Also by Lorraine Settanni:

I am Lorraine |

Day delayed

Seeking praise

Can I get a raise?

From you, so laissez

Faire, my malaise,

Awaiting praise,

The day's motion, delayed

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Also by Matt Townsend:

The Return |

The rythm of life

The heart purity is a mind of understanding an wisdom nit in anger but in love an truth 

The life of men are sometimes jugde for emotional weakness but the strength us in the emotion we feel 

The body of the soul is like water that asorb the memory of the life we live 

The fear of it an not knowing are the understandable of other is the  greatest fear of men 

The fear of many is the ab...

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Also by Coaghlin broic:

The velvet curtain | The fire of Truth an passion | The techer of the life of men | The soldier poem | Block of truth |

sad poetrypath of lifeloved onesgenetic memory

'Absolutely nothing to do with Brexit'

Shelves were empty in a Lidl yesterday. 

When asked why, a manager said 

it had absolutely nothing to do with Brexit. 

(Repeat this refrain ad nauseam,

or ad infinitum, if you prefer) 

 

We demand a rewrite! 

We have to sort out the sausages

before the marching season. 

Could this be the end of days?

I'm just asking for a friend ...  

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Also by Greg Freeman:

Believing | Jack Kerouac | Alnwick | The striker's fear of the penalty |

The Lashing

Tens of thousands reaching for the sky
Running from the beast, I must try
Ravens caw grimly as they hover
Pebbles and stones crunch underfoot
Skittering and ricocheting across the trail

The hedges never-ending,
The vines deluding

Ankles painted with lacerations
Socks tattered
Mary janes torn

I grapple at the shale
Gravel under my nails,
My attempt was to no avail

Creeping clus...

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Also by Mapleleaves:

My Body |

Tahan.

Kumusta ka?

Nagliliyab pa ba ang apoy,

Pagmamahal at pagsisilbi,

Sa bayan, sa kabataan?

Naaalala mo pa ba

Kung saan nagmula

Ang bunga ng pighati

Bitbit mo bilang tugon

Sa landas na tinatahak?

May halaga pa ba

Ang bawat pagsindi ng apoy

Sa tuwing ito’y namamatay

Sa ihip ng hangin

Mula sa kinakalawang na Makinarya?

Kumusta na?

Ipagpapagtuloy p...

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servethepeoplekabataangpinoymahalkongpilipinas

Homemade Poetry

My favorite me

lives in fantasy

where the forest trees

grow words

that ripen and fall

before me

to be plucked 

and made into

the most wonderful pastries

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Also by Stephanie S:

You see... |

UNTITLED

Just when I think I'm getting somwhere,

Getting somewhere with you;.

Just when I feel I'm floating on air

Up in the shiny blue -

Suddenly you let me have what-for:

Baby, you slam my door!

 

Just when I think I'm getting real close,

Getting real close to you;

Just when I think I'm there and you're here

In a sweet meeting place for two -

Suddenly I find I'm flat on t...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

VOLTAIRE LIVES! | RESTRICTIONS ON FREEDOM | BELIEVING THAT I LIED - a repost from a decade ago | THE SIMPLEST KICK IN SOCCER | GROWING OLD ALONE | HALF-WIT |

AT 68 ( FOR DEBORAH )

AT 68 (FOR DEBORAH)

Older than rain falling from winter sky

Older than light breaking-open the darkness

Older than speck of birds shadowing distant mountains

Yes, older than the first-born star, older than all of this

The biology of eternity is embedded in our skin,

Blood to blood, clan to kin, a tiny grain of time within.

 

Oh, how we danced soul to soul, skin to skin

A...

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Who Is She?

The way she walks…

The way she talks…

The way she stares…

Looks like she cares…

Is there a way out?...

What is all this about?...

Let’s have some grilled trout…

With a tablespoon of beansprout…

I know her name…

But I want to play this game…

Not put her to shame…

But give her a bit of fame…

Why do we bump into each other?...

I really want to discover…

No wo...

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Also by Aisha Suleman:

Voice For The Voiceless |

Dote on Drops

​​​​​​

​​​​​​​​​​​"falls and perch within me​​

​​brings joy inexorable as death

Selfish I, don't want this to end 

​​​​grief from beyond it portends"

 

 

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​​​​​​

 

 

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Also by Nazia Khan:

Lost fugitive |

In a Rut.

The sadness was all around her 
Swimming in misery up to her throat 
It weighed her down 
Yet refused to choke her 
Her tears spilled out
Falling gracefully before soaking into her skin 
What a hopeless tangle she had gotten herself into
She spent so long dwelling in this mess she was unsure of how to escape 
How long would she sing a song of sorrow? 
She prayed this was only a season
Su...

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Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:

Passing Through |

A Relative Close

Relations can't be chosen, they're

the same brood, acquired, new arrivals,

the demented but kindly older ones.

 

How many snide comments must be swallowed,

incomprehensible pretensions, subtle slights,

words distorted or deliberately misunderstood,

just to maintain a fragile web of support?

 

When the ever fizzling fuse finally flares

a family spat causes widespread r...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

The Allied Forces War Cemetery - Italy - 25th April 2021 | Frogging, a new sport |

Kufr ul-Inkar Kufr ul-Kurh

 

Skeletal Gospels

omit good news.

 

Skip to Revelations,

Apocalyptic view.

 

Eastern Gate still walled up,

Chalice spilling, poisoned Cup.

 

Ascension cancelled,

stampede ensues

 

thousands dead, trade wings

with shoes.

 

Angels and Demons playing ceasefire football,

lobb grenades against The Wall.

 

The Temple falls as fools rise up,

La...

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Also by Crimaldi:

Let everything happen | Spin Boldak |

Madness

We describe that as madness what we misunderstand,
And restrain such behaviour should it get out of hand.
Are they quite ill or completely deranged?
Or merely eccentric or just slightly strange?

What we fail to see is that this is their reality,
And we perceive our own world as that of normality,
For the mind is complex and full of puzzles.
While some are content, some are full of trouble...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Judy Garland | End of Restrictions | Positive or Negative |

MadnessStuart Vanner

One of them

Dawn broke to a cushioned hush as if those last held breaths were cotton wool crushed – and preserved, and saved, and held, like one too many goals.

Somewhere, between the walking of those lasts silent steps and the breaking of dawn, the bunting had been taken down, without a sound.

Windows, no longer draped in a patron saint’s cross, looked forlornly at the grey morning, no brilliant sunshi...

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Full English

A greasy spoon breakfast for me

Washed down with a nice cup of tea

My taste buds are achin’

For sizzling bacon

And eggs over easy times three

 

Forget continental cuisines

And don’t even think about greens

A Full English, mate

Just pile up my plate

With sausages, mushrooms and beans

 

A bonus I hope you agree

Of course it’s all calorie-free

I safely can st...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Rage  (after  Seamus Heaney) |

Dear Friend

It took me a while,

To realize,

Just what I feel for you.  

A mixture of feelings,

Crystallize.

And I know,

What I need to do.  

My heart for you.

Has been right here.

To grasp, pull close into. 

Your heart, a different one,

Pushes me to do.  

And I will say good-bye,

My Love.  

I would rather not delay,

The eventual manifestation,

That will surely c...

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Monday Morning in the Rain

Summer slow day

and smiles are hard

to give, where nothing

is said and done.

 

We cannot find new

ways to triumph,

where joy is staring at us

as if an alien.

 

Bloody England.

A belief in historical

fiction, where three boys

kicking balls are to blame.

 

 

 

 

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Also by Ralph Dartford:

Love is a Verb | England's Dreaming | Frank on Parole (after Tom Waits) |

Why the idea of god

Our desire to be held

desire that follows even in death, we would love it to be true

doing so would defy our laws and rules we organize 

but please on exception, hold me when I die

 

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Also by Hobo.obo:

Growing old |

Zena2

Resplendent, Triumphant.

You turn to me, your eyes are glittering,

Your face at ease, send for me son,

I’ll be the only angel you need.

You slipped from this world,

More beautiful than you entered it,

We watched you drift towards the celestial,

With mouths agape, our bodies sunken.

The moon in the sky began to weep,

And the stars looked on with baited breath,

As the ...

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Looking Out

I was young, I was clay
I was given to looking out
and there upon the train seat
a gift from the universe
A barely filled notebook
no name, no number
no way to find the owner
it piqued my curiosity…

With pencil then, I tried to fill it
with all my words, my wonderings
my secret truths
but it went nowhere
just collected dust upon my shelf

A few months gone by
still young, my paint...

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Watching Over

 

An angelic child looks on with chubby cheeks
cupped in its hands. A picture on a stationary box
fished out of the trash. They're everywhere.
The stained glass seraph hovers above the window too.
It doesn't say much. A wish was directed to it once
but denied. At least, that's what it seemed. One October,
two writers united under its pearly wings, but their flow
was halted. It was protec...

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Also by Brian Hodgkinson Jr.:

Optics | Thus | Open Channels |

angels

Lonely Windows

Lonely Windows

No-one looks through me now, it’s very sad.

Yet I have seen so much from those who gazed

across this busy street though I am glad

to have been both enlightened and amazed

at all humanity’s undertakings.

 

No-one looks through me now. Dust and grime

have made a cataract of my being,

so that life’s universal keeper, time,

brings closure to the chapters of...

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Penalty Shootout in Zero Gravity

It was Barry’s idea, so

he only has himself to blame.

For all the thrill of orbital flight,

of seeing the Earth from space,

those journeys are so damn boring.

 

I admit to sneaking the ball in,

and that Barry was winding me up.

The running commentary didn’t help,

calling me Gareth Southgate,

him being Andreas Köpke.

 

No one could have predicted

the ball woul...

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i trusted you.

that year we met, i trusted you.

i believed you liked me for who me and wanted to be friends.

but you didn't. it was all a lie.

you wanted to be friends just to get inside.

 

i confided in you and listened to all your problems. 

always there to brighten your day.

yet, you would always go back to her.

i was your back up---someone to fill the void.

 

a void so deep and ...

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Ill Desire

I am made of ill desire

As the sun is made of fire

And the flames are getting higher

One day I will burn

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dubito ergo sum

regret

I regret the times I didn’t take my life

This living is hard and harsh I have been bleeding

Since I got here, it never ends.

I regret the times I had the chance to end this poverty

But all I did was to obey my fears, courage never found me.

 I learned not to obey fears, I now live to contemplate on it.

 

I regret on the times I could have ended all this pain.

I regret the...

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Also by JustKelvinMasilela:

i blame |

July 2021 Collage Poem Reversed: Lonely Windows

I see the time ablaze in words

You say anthromorphosize, I say personify

The unexploded bombs from time stymied by Neanderthals

Marriage, time, cats and mice, giants and death.

 

At 35,000 feet Amber felt time tread through treacle

Oblivious breath, eaten cake, crumbs old but edited

The girl in the topaz dress looked through the window

And her loneliness crashed in a sil...

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Also by Stockport WoL:

July 2021 Collage Poem: Lonely Windows |

July 2021 Collage PoemLonely Windows

Lost In A World Where I Don't Belong

Lost in a world where I don't belong
Trying to be honest
But it feels so wrong
Hidden inside for way too long
Still lost in a world where I don't belong

Demon’s inside
Are starting to play
Causing chaos and havoc
Having their say
Trying to convince me and sway me away
Those demons inside
Are starting to play

Feeling alone
Feeling so scared
Loved ones around me
But it's like they...

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Also by curiousdud3:

How do I show love? |

One last day of cray


Listen to the air

Hear her in the wind

Balance on the sea

Feel her in a wave 

Absorbe the light

See her in the Sky

Boil the noodles

Taste her in the broth

Read a book

Behold the experience that was

Go to sleep

Dream for yourself 

Take a breath

And follow through 

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A Good Example

I've never been the one to curse

I swear I've never done it.

whenever I get angry I'll say phrases like 'tubuckit!'

And yes that doesn't mean a thing

And no its said with wit.

I try to keep my voice real calm

so I don't say dumb

... things. 

Yeah its really hard to do

My filter has worn thin

And so I must replace it, its an easy sort of thing. 

When people choose t...

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Filters

There 

is a feeling

and I can only

take you there

because

There

is a feeling

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Also by Jacob Germain:

nine | untitled | on acceptance | Earworm |

Frozen Time

Ticking Clocks

In cold ice blocks

Frozen, Melting

Time

Tear drops drip

With every tick

Light years keep on flying

Love found it's place

In empty space

Leaving lovers feeling lost

Can hearts read maps,

Bring fire back,

Or forever tread

On Frost?

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Picture PromptTime

Gwallgofrwydd


I can see the ‘Gwallgofrwydd’ in her eyes

It’s the way she eats mince pies.

 

It’s the way that she cracks walnuts between her thighs.

It’s the way that she pushed me through one of the windows on the Bridge of Sighs.

 

There’s something to be said for ‘Madness’ and for ‘Crazy’

But you couldn’t take a lifetime of it, makes you hazy.

 

Sanity is more important than your...

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Business As Usual

Formatible scale might make this more tolerable

Atleast a little more swallowable

obscured nonsensicle

Stated for principle

easily offensible

sucker the dispensible

forever predictible

conguring retorical

Bee line for the atom

I looked right at him

he hopped on  his bike 

wheelied into the night

he took a load off

as he road off

vibrating strings of captiv...

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Also by New Shoes:

Fire Mountain, Without a Hose |

LIVERPOOL 1946

LIVERPOOL 1946

The slick-haired sailor boy

is home for good in civvies.

He walks two miles each night

to hold your nervous hand

 

and takes you dancing Fridays,

a half of bitter in the Crown.

Twin sister reckons a catch

but Dad's on sentry at the door.

 

One day he introduces you

to his mother and the chaos

of that sprouting family;

he's bagged a job in ta...

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@ 26

I've stumbled on ups and downs

But at 26 i'm now leaning on ...

I've had cold summers and hot winters

Shit you only learn from growth

 

Growing apart with old friends

As days pass without conversations

Surely this was not planned for

But growth gave it, let's take it

 

When i get a chance i'll pour one

Than raise a toss and yell 'cheers!'

Appreciating the little...

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Also by Lucas Chihinga:

F*ck Love |

Sister

Friends.  They come whether I want them to or not

And I try to back away saying, "Thank you, but I’d rather not."

When, if my secret’s out, it's our connection I crave

To be, and just to be, in a place, in a way, in moments that you gave.

 

I once was afraid of remembrances, I guess I still am a little

But now memories embrace and tether and, sometimes, they even tickle

Your o...

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Contradicting

Power is a word that I havent seen used properly 

You take that same anger and let it build 

Lets be honest we do not know what the truth is until we hear it somewhere else 

A deaf man can hear the difference in the tone of our conversations

I been looking foward to the end and i can not help it 

Its easier to play the cards you picked and werent dealt with

Im confused on what yo...

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Also by Jay:

Dark Symphony |

endingbeginningretreatingmistreating

Alone is beautiful

Chitter-chatter,

Glitter-glamour,

Their one-sided pit-a-pat,

Their small talks onto my weary ears,

My sham smiles on dumb lips.

Rushy push,

Wordy gush,

Like a life on the edge of apocalypse,

Like a loosening grip and a slip,

Into the deep helly-well.

Warm room corner,

A comic with a dark humour,

Sour cheese and sweet wine,

Unaware smiles,

With unswayed hea...

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Turning Africa’s Horn to its arm

 

A gigantic dam is born

In the backwater Africa’s horn

For long that was war-torn.

 

A grand dam is born

In the avenue of

Affluence, steps, pushing,

The shunned Africans ahead

To penetrate the global market

Hot red,  “The only we!”

For long that fed.

 

Of course, GERD heralded

Equitable utilization of resource

On hypocrites debarring a chance

In fa...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

A crack on the chameleon’s mask |

developmentinvincibilityjusticeEthiopiaEgyptSudanIMFWBNILEGERD

No Respite

I find no respite here

for my broken and weary soul  

from this dark madness 

that stays always with me

just below the surface,

always churning like an unseen current

threatening to take me under. 

My resistance to the constant tug is wavering

as my strength wanes

from all this fighting

against what I am unable to escape. 

The undercurrent has always been stronger

...

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Also by Shehariah:

untitled | Jonah |

Not From Here, Yet I Call This Place Home

I am not of this earth

My home cannot be found

For I feel at at home anywhere

That I might find myself

No, I am part of a cosmic family 

Connected across the stars

Through spirit energies

We will always be together

Even when we are so far apart

My soul guides me where I need to be

In order to shine a light in the dark

And this loving heart beating inside my chest

...

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In Memoriam

An unkempt red rose bows
her head among the
dead leaves,
dead plants and
dead flowers. 
While the hot sun scorches dry earth below. 
Fading black text, In Memoriam. 
I listen as birds call and sing 
from behind well maintained green bushes
as smaller creatures walk, 
still breathing, 
surrounded by death. 
3 steps up to your place of rest
sheltered by tall trees. 
Burnt out candles, ...

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Move Away From The Pain

 


Move Away From The Pain


     .....'cut' away from the majestic piano
Dear God, for the phrase never ending like love,
     Cut away from the pain my Sentient -
For your eyes need never be dulled,

     you sit within hurt for the kindred you are
as exasperation bares the folly of Man,
    but your eyes seek to heal and your spirit be heard,
(Do they sense the being you are)?

...

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Nina Simone

naloxone ASG (07/05/2021)

a sun 
found blue lipped in the thrush 
lips ovaline in rapture 
with a mile of drag marks and 
waxen splinters; 
a crash of self-discovery to be sure.
neck craned up and out
tward unseen nothing 
idle mouth agape, stuck on the shape 
a garotte of a word: 
higher. 

beautiful. 
but left behind by the glassian spark 
of its clean soul.
just another broken bird
to be taken by that gr...

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you deserved betterwhy didnt i see it soonerwriting pretty words avout sombre topics

The Flower One Day

The Flower One Day / Michael Kwack

 

 

While I was not out,

The flower bloomed.

 

That will fall,

While I do not look,

 

The flower of love.

 

One day,

Suddenly,

The heart will fall.

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bloomfallflowerheartlooklove

A prayer to

Dead to me three times over

I wanted you gone

So I locked you in a corner and swallowed your key 

of despair 

But it’s funny that without you I couldn’t 

 

feel myself living

 

When I finally find rest in your arms

I hope you kill my regrets and free my soul,

So I can truly know you

 

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power

staring at a blank page in my mind

there are so many things I crave to say

so many ways I need to take

there are words in my soul.

words in my soul, and they're screaming their road

every moment has built up this tension in my fingertips 

like there is a power in my typing hands that I could knock the whole world down with

there is music in my ears.

music in my ears, and wo...

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The Pride

The Pride

 

Huzzah!

This old and gummy English lion

Feeding on the tears of little girls.

Finding its bravery in packs

Of like-minded scavengers

Who prowl and growl

And claim a foul

For every perceived slight

In history.

 

Huzzah! Hurrah!

We won a contest

Prejudiced by racist taunts

And sieg-Heil accusations

By the Nazis

Towards the reconciled.

...

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Cool Music for a hot Summer – New Haji Mike Single ‘The Wild’

As temperatures soar in Cyprus to 40+ degrees Haji Mike unleashes a brand new cool spoken word/hiphop single called ‘The Wild’.

 

The veteran poet and DJ based in Cyprus – whose latest projects include collaborations with Chaka Chouka and Dr.Chrispy – calls for a different kind of Utopia.
 Imagine a world without toxic goods and thoughts, where people live in the wild, happy and free. This ...

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There is no lifting of natures lockdown

Hello!

I'm just a tired old man

on a mission

to reach a grassy knoll

before the sunsets.

 

I'm confident that

I shall get there comfortably.

The echo of the church bells

is guiding me.

 

There I will find

a row of poplars

atop a sunlight rounded hill.

 

Upon arriving I shall

remove my shoes.

And I shall lay me down

at the base of

the majesti...

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The Caterpillar Club

The Caterpillar Club

 

Plummeting seawards, my up side

Turned down, heels over head,

Tombstoning, like a balloon of lead.

In freefall, all grip slipped, plot lost

I fell from Grace, at pace, tumbling impostor,

Confidence shot, like a plumb line, trying

To straighten myself out, find again my bearings.

Inner imploding, mind exploding,

With ruminations, recriminations,

...

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I Needed More Time.

Time is more powerful than we think. We think we have all the time

In the world. Next time is always the solution.

We never know that the last time could be the last time 

Or even this time could be the last time.

Who’s to say there is a next time. A deceased Bestfriend and Grandfather later

I realized that “time”is a short letter word with a powerful meaning.

God I needed more t...

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