The short stories we wrote 

With the best of intentions

Have restaged our ending

Intervened with the truth

We rehearsed our roles

And recounted with patience

Of my brief co-existence

Disappearing proof

Why would memory fail

Why would time have no meaning

When its healing has let me

Grow two lives into one

Our story is frail

Its last breath is beginning

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closeted struggle

in the war against stuff 

we’ve lost a lot of ground 

(the poetry anthology 

doesn’t count)

three boxes came yesterday 

with nowhere to go 

that was six square feet 

excluding the cardboard

your retail therapy 

has been put on hold 

after six consecutive trips 

to the large parcel window

the post office all...

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Money is a lie that the government owes you
Sit there and listen to all the bullshit that they tell you
It's a shame when the lies become the truth 
So what's use the youth to get them high
Just for rich can a diet them 
Into a prison that doesn't love them

We live in a government that citizens isn't loved
So blame it on the poor and the welfare checks
Then go brag about your bread but y...

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The ghosts of poets

roam the streets

in venues past

they used to meet

Up went the rent

it got too steep

all venues shuttered

closed for keeps

High rise apartments

crammed the streets

and poets shuddered

in defeat

All poets gone

hit alt delete

they don't belong

now closed for keeps.

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Never a Broken Spirit

This ageing frame enfolds a spirit undiminished

aching joints, the realisation of age do not vanquish my desire

My appetite, my zest for life has not lost its ardour

a creative spirit pervades my need to express

I am not resigned nor will conform to life´s limitations

my stature suffers no erosion from the elements

A glance in a mirror is a port...

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Sent off to school and warmly dressed,

They said they loved him but they lied.

He was first-born, but second-best;

A sister came, pushed him aside.

He tried his best, worked very hard,

They never noticed what he did;

Became reclusive, quiet, scarred,

They never sought him when he hid.

He was a sad and lonely boy,

While she had laughter in her life;

He watche...

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What if I'm not good enough?

What if one day they realizes they're better then me and go to somone else.

I know its early, and I shouldnt stress over it, but anxiety is real, and sometimes you listen.

Yet when this happens you must remember, everyhing happens for a reason. 

They like you. They care for you.

Focus on now, not if.

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the scars you wear 

emblazoned upon your heart 

push you forward, yet drag the weight

of trouble seen
 

in ladybug red

galloping to freedom

storm clouds crying

on the detour around the dead
 

we all are drowning

even when it's dry

raging scenery dancing in the mirror 

time is an illusion to no one 
 

fractions of love

never added to much of anything

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The brain has limits 
but the mind is a freeway. 
I need the three 
like I need the tree. 
There's a constant burn 
inside of me. 
Time is not my own 
and I'm losing my soul 
to this open black hole. 
I carry it inside 
the flame like a glow 
flickers constant to and fro. 
The core is black 
and I long for the blue. 

I don't want the mud. 
I just want to be good, 
to give the lov...

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They were the deciding factor

Of a good or bad day

Of whether I was okay

If we were okay

They could change my mood

Stop me in my tracks

Jumble my mind

Blind me from the truth

Like heroin

I was their addict

Ephemeral pleasure

Everlasting poison

By the end

I was weak

Lost

Stripped of all identity

And they appeared

In my dreams

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Embracing my solitude 

and the peace it brings

not a text 

not a phone rings

it’s not so bad

having a peace of mind 

a calmness overwhelms

how useful my time

i listen

God speaks 

it is solitude

i heal

it is solitude 

i begin to feel

not a heartache 

not pain

for once I feel

happiness

         Love

                Everything above

i am lif...

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The New York Dolls with their wicked innovation

Gender on a bender, so no more hesitation.

Galileo, Newton, the republic of the mind,

Seeing is believing, so tumble into  line.

One dusky-dusty-time-consuming evening long ago

The empirical method was revealed by the melting of the snow:   
.

Time’s fatal munificence, the old ebb and flow

There's a long gestation

In ...

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{Love} 

Love isn't easy to do 

Love can be a nightmare

that follows you

throughout your life 

Love can rip your heart

apart if you trust in

someone who says or

claims that they love you

when in fact they don't

or never did 

Love is a tangible

unmistakable hurtful

lie of your life 

Love can leave one down

in the dumps when

someone rips your

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Scorched skies and the ground littered with
The detritus of a careless society
Broken buildings and rivers poisoned with
The sickening pollution of a thoughtless culture
The wind screaming endlessly like banshees
Howling the fall of man
Empty lives staring hopelessly at pointless 
Tablets in their hands
Desperately seeking meaning to a forgotten plan
Isolationists implore from TV screens ...

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In the recent storms and typhoons, I heard advice from US police to people not evacuating to write theirnames on their arms as it might be the only way to identify them.  This somewhat brutal advice inspiredthe following rather apocalyptic poem - if you look closely I hope you can find a message of hope! 

Run for the Hills

Write your name upon your arm,

On your sleeve tattoo you...

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The clock strikes midnight, 

but I don’t see it.

I am too busy inside of my own world to care. 

The clock takes me all the way to around two in the morning. 

But i still do not care. 

The connections to the real world are 

just too hard to put down. 

I feel filled, 

Yet still empty. 

I feel joy, 

but hollow sadness at the same time. 

I am reflecting on the things I...

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Naughtiness Unnoticed

Preamble

I have been asked to write a poem on children.  Here is my contribution.

How can I write a poem

About a naughty boy ?

When I was good, so helpful

My mother's pride and joy

It seems I have inherited

My mother's be-nice genes

Transferred them to my daughters

No naughtiness have I seen
 

I coasted along quite nonchalantly

N...

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Preamble: In honour of this week's Rhymers' theme "children", here is a poem written in collaboration with my 7-year-old son.

Some people say they don’t like children

But they are wrong.

We aren’t the ones dropping the bombs.

We aren’t the ones firing the guns.

Children don’t kill other children.

The guy on the ground, he’s just doing as he’s told

The job that he’s paid f...

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Liebe … liebe ist ein Gefühl und Emotion, Sympathie und Begierde, es gibt sie sogar bei Tiere, ich find’s interessant zu sehen wie sich Menschen finden, die vermeintlich zusammengehören, ich habe schon viel erleben dürfen in der Liebe, es gibt kein schöneres Gefühl und dennoch verflucht man sie.

In der Neuzeit glaubt jeder alles zu wissen, insbesondere beim Online Dating und dem Posing. So Frag...

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I am the Destructive Force

the eruption that leaves you lost 

for words

I am the bursting forth

of the trauma you buried decades ago

that brings you to your knees

I am the seemingly endless pain

that makes you wish for death

that you may never again fear it

I am Maleficent on steroids

your worst fears realised

I am the knocking down, brutally, 

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Children can be a pleasure,

They can also be a pain;

Spare me the kids at leisure

In a train or on a plane!

They can be little angels,

Or the Devil's own sown brood;

Charming and disarming,

Or incorrigibly rude.

An old adage has just occurred

And refers to the typical brat -

Children should be seen...but not heard -

And I'll say amen to that!

I he...

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Economics are arithmetical facts:

and history an interpretative smear.

Some historians blend

(with aims to offend)

those texts through conjecture

the results are a spectre

of what should be made solid and clear.

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One is, bewildered, left upright under the sun
while the other, speechless, slipped faraway for shade.

Now those pretty bands making sense of this dumb rock
lead down, like steps, the one who will not leave.

One set in his ways in this age of the critic
reliving the days when poems built up in praise.

Pretty the bands of rock, pretty the rings of trees
pretty your crumbling steps, can...

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Still Here

Raise your glasses cunning foes!

Behold your triumph and cheer!

The folk are down, who will not flee

will bend the knee in fear.

My neck is broken, wounds are sore

You’ve almost won the war!

So drink a toast and raise your glasses,

brag and mock and sneer!

At dawn when the golden hour passes,

I will still be here.

(written on October the 15th, ...

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I, dreamlost,

wake

to golden leaves of beech

sunlit

from my bed

as airdew clouds over the hedge

rise and vanish

as the eastern horizon above the valley

is lost, sunk

beneath dawndrifts of mist

not yet warmed to fade

beneath the clear blue sky;

the uncut grass of the dew-wet lawn,

droplet bent:

cool promise as

I, barefooted,

explore

the cusp of the...

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I was visiting Mum for a week.

Always a delight for candid chat

Over a few quiet days

And the diverse 'drop-ins'

We both enjoyed so much.

.

One afternoon a favourite cousin called by

For coffee and cake.

In his fifties now – a fine looking chap

With the same twisted grin

I liked so well from childhood.

After some general conversation

He set down his cup

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New Mills Festival

uplifting poetic voices

creative energy displayed

inspiration powers rhyme

drifting at first

then they remain.

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I still loved you but I walked away.
I know you still love me, but I'm not comming back.
You still try to reach me, I know you do.
Every text you send I read, never ending your silent plead.

I know you're hurting I'm too,
but I know I can't be with you.
You were my everything I hope you know.
now I can't give you roses of red colour.

I was hurting, my heart was bleeding,
I didn't let ...

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The place where she can`t be happy enough

Racing like a rat to reach her destination is really tough..

This place gives her nothing but depression

Full of fake people roaming around..

Everybody is busy making an impression

And she feels like she is nowhere to be found..

She cried alone and wipe her tears in the middle of the night..

Thinking of where life has pushed her away i...

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i dont like me anymore,

i can see how much i hurt you but i wont put my guard down,

i know i should say sorry but its your fault and im stuborn, 

i know i should love you but i dont.

it used to be diffrent, i loved you when you put your phone down,

when you cared about my day,

when you told me"elise is another day tomorrow, dont cry my love",

now, you are so invested in your p...

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I never meant when I came here

for my feet to be set into concrete--

I hope that you will soon come to understand what that means.

I hope that you will be always aware that

when you come to what seems an end

the higher man within your heart demands you

muster whatever means of change you can

to move the world as it sits upon your shoulders

if only to find the relief of a sh...

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I stood and watched
As her hair did blow, 
Like branches dancing 
in the wind.

Her eyes left frozen
in an empty stare, 
Leaked fond memories of the
love that once lived there.

No place left for her love to grow. 
She stagnates, even in her dreams. 
Her life stiffened,
like the roots buried deep beneath the one family tree.

The season pass.
The colours change, her hair f...

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The Attack

You mentally crowd

my deepest thoughts at daylight

my wild imaginings when hours are unholy

until the daring fantasies of the night

You emotionally make

my heart throb

aching to an utmost degree

its every beat

longing for your warmth

to calm its pulsating heat

You are present

in evert corner of my mortality

You have conquered my...

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I had a dream that I could fly.

I soared up on wings made of paper

and feathers of ink,

and sky-wheeled with eagles and doves.

They saw me for a fraud

but embraced me all the same,

until I woke up,

and fell from the sky.

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I wasn't upset at the funeral today,

my cup already full of misery.

Death shouldn't be a matter of numbers,

but they were clocking up

in familiar places,

with unspoken duties of sadness.

The last one was different

which I couldn't attend

nursing my shocked and tender heart,

but families are full of expectation

and familiar strangers,

so this time it didn't cou...

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Would you choose a long life
  of perennial good health
  and perpetual leisure,
Or one breathtakingly short,
  punctuated by grief,
  but drawn in the lines
   and brushstrokes
  of an artist?

The choice was made already,
  long before you had a chance
  to contemplate the possibilities.

So surrender nothing,
  not even a moment
  of what can be forgiven.

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Cross -legged he stumbled ,the sight was not nice,

Heavily drugged up with the danger drug spice,

Stumbling through the city centre mumbling to himself.

His body slowly crumbling on a death shelf.

Thumps down on a bench ,his body bent,

Transmiting through the air a terrible scent.

A young girl sat there reading a book,

"Will you marry me tomorrow?"as he gave her a look.

The...

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Can you Imagine what it’s like to be raped at thirteen . No one to tell . No one to believe you . No one to care how you feel . No one around to support you . Things have not changed . Peoples minds have not changed . Authorities only care when Challanged . Ush Ush don’t rock the boat . Challanged to feel no pain . Money is the root of all evils . If you can’t pay you have no say . And no one care...

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How many dark places

have I been

Has there been too many

Did I die?

My heart feels so heavy

will I let you hold it

will I let you have it

I want to

The tears choke me

they stop my breath

Did I die?

God I hope not

I want to accept 

the new life

ahead of me

I want to embrace it

and 

You

...

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I'm so sorry,

I love you so so much,

I think about you all the time,

I miss your smile,

I miss your jokes,

I miss your hugs,

I miss so much more about you than I could possibly write,

I know I messed up so many times,

I know I'm to blame,

I ask myself why your face haunts me at night,

But I know why,

I replay our memories together a lot,

When I see something tha...

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(Inspired by a question my neice asked at a recent family barbecue, "What would be the hardest thing for you to give up if the doctor told you you had to?")

My dietary appointment’s making me a nervous wreck,

It follows consequentially a previous health check.

The nurse will give me diet sheets with foods she will proscribe,

The list will be exhaustive and with drinks I can’t imbi...

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I remember the sun;

the sun was important,

although all the art was inside

and in perfect pride of place,

skirting the walls

and planted in rows.

My feet young, but the air old,

and moss overgrown on

the war memorial outside.

True, you need light for shade,

a chiaroscuro, and

a half-full glass raised.

The place is almost silent

with must, damp, old coins...

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why is it that sometimes we

fall

and sometimes we fly.

we hit the cold earth or the stars in the sky.

the wind blows through our hair

or it knocks us flat.

we sink into our soft beds then we slide through the slats.

i often stop and wonder that and

if the middle ground were not locked and off limits

i would try and enter and dwell within it.

flowers grow then flo...

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Let's talk,
What we didn`t try for all these years
 for all these tears
Tell me what you like
Tell me why I can`t erase scars,
Daydreams comes and goes, nightmares howl,
shadows of us all over the places..
so many unknowns knock comes and goes ,
my body growled for the lingering touch, the scent.......
A knock, a loud one this time..
my fingers hovering in the keypad, 
m scared, 
my bo...

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I came across a picture of you today. 

With eyes as big as the stars, and as dark as the night sky. 

At one point in my life, you knew me better then everyone else. 

I have created a goal to carry your silver lining around my heart until I feel as though I made you smile at every one of my accomplishments. 

I am sure I have made you frown more times then I can imagine. 

Whether it b...

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The caw, crows no more    

held silent, in gape of hoary beak;

bleak eyes see eternal

through the mask of winters storm

But as the cold winds blow

through the bare limbed boughs 

the spirit of your freedom;

impales you high into the sky

your blackness to be immortal

so fly now high and mighty

to soar the winters storm

For you will be forever 

the voice of winter...

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Mark Judge knows the judge,
Maybe a bit too well,
The judge wants Judge to fudge,
But in time truth will tell.

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After Craiglockhart he returned to the front line.

In October the officer wrote home:

‘My senses are charred. I don’t take

the cigarette out of my mouth

when I write Deceased over their letters.’

After four years of war that transformed his verse

the Allies were making swift advances

but talk of peace was premature. He wrote

to Sassoon: ‘The new soldiers cheer

when ...

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The tree
Leafless bony
Branches

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Right me thus.

Write me this.

Write, to right a wrong.

Write me a poem.

Wrong the line of a song.

For I am forlorn (and want to be adorned).

Write it down.

Right me now.

Write me now.

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4/23/18

I don't expect you to stay.
You mistake my blunt sadness for weakness. You are the fool and I am the bull. For every time I have stood up from the ground with my scars surfacing every inch of my body any one has ever touched pretending they care -  I dusted myself off and smeared my make up 0n my face to push on.

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Below a grey somnolent day 

under the early autumn summer rain…

Their coalescing silhouettes fade 

into a withering mist…

Of tobacco smoke and vape…

Flying notes of a guitar

break the silent space 

of a birds summer requiem…

in a melancholic hearts embrace…

Young hopes disguised

travel through the window pane…

invade a lone sunlight ray… 

And thei...

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THE SHIP THEY CALL 'ALZHEIMER'S'

Hello my friend, welcome aboard

The ship they call 'Alzheimer's'

There's forty thousand under sixty-five

'Young onset' to 'Old timers'

It doesn't matter what you call it

The umbrella term's 'Dementia'

On the ship they call 'Alzheimer's'

Every day's a new adventure

Forget your hip replacement

And your osteoarthritis

They we...

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From a grey world into a kaleidoscopic dream

Twisting and turning watching the colours fly

fusing into a radiant scheme where nature

abounds with hues of indelible vigour and life

Mother of all mothers withstands each test

bouncing back time and time again

evermore beautiful and bountiful

stronger than the plough pulling ox

tougher than the hardest diamond

more radiant t...

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You can find it in the drumbeat of a Shaman

Or within trees which possess doorways of hope

A certain stone can transport terrestrials

A mirror reflects what we know

A panorama roars into our psyche

While smells of childhood sear on our souls

The music we know the words to

even though we've never heard it before

We write a poem sacred in its rawness

Visit church...

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The Bricky Pond

The Bricky Pond

An urban beauty spot

Chalkhill Blue butterflies

It’s the only place I’d ever seen them

Hay jumps

Risking life and limb for two seconds of mid-air excitement

Summersaults and soft landings

Ducks-and-drakes

Thirteen kisses on the glasslike surface

Sticklebacks and frogspawn

I saw a grass snake once

The water...

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January 22, 2018

By Mark Janssen

I see you sittin' there all alone
Crying your eyes out
While everything's going wrong
You know there's gonna be
A whole lot of trouble in your life
Listen to me, get up off your knees
'Cause only the strong survive

Only the strong survive
Only the strong survive

The soulful lyrics are those sung by Jerry Butler in 1969. There’s an excellent ...

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The outer surface is beautiful
He comes out good and colourful
The followers are not stressful
But respectful to have a handful
No one understand the inside world,
All they see is the outside world

He laughs not because he's happy
He clubs not because he wants to
He has a family not because he has enough
He doesn't give not because he's selfish
All they see is the outside world

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CATCH-UP                                                                                                   

Four post-war years my senior,

my sister a minor enigma until

four years no longer made a difference

for either one of us; there just came a day

when ordinary discourse was now, we thought,

a real, an actual option: I must have been

about nineteen, knew it was the right ...

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Limping through the park

The waterfall flows wistfully

a straight line of cars continues the movement

at the end of its stream

It’s getting dark in the park

Distantly,

like small light balls

the cars they beam

I watch this transition from above

Something inside of me, a gleam,

and the sense of shove,

makes me want to scream

But I stay silent and contin...

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"NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS"

Minors are those less than eighteen, 

As they don't have knowledge in keen.

They don't have a driving licence,  

As don't have driving sense.

Minors are given just pen and page, 

Their life is not more than a cage. 

Holiday is not given even on sundays,

As their age is negligible for fundays.

Parents are worried not to g...

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September is for lovers, I find comfort in the covers cuddled up next to you, maybe too much so because sometimes I even drool, dancing on the couch and watching tv, I love the way you lay your eyes on me, holding hands and taking walks, you're always laughing at my mismatched socks, with you I know I will always feel good enough.

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Bitter sweet,

Morning treat,

Brims a sturdy cup.

Wakes tired eyes,

Tells the body lies,

Leaves a heart rate speeding up.

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It's pouring down in Blackpool, dark is the sand.
A famous face is missing from the Theatre Grand.
The wind is howling all the lights swing and sway.
How we miss our Doddy on such a miserable day!

The sea is angry in Blackpool, no warm embrace.
Only Ken Dodd today could brighten up the place!
The shops are a bit deserted, trade is looking slow.
Top deck on open top buses only the brave wi...

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Before I left

I checked myself in the mirror.

Made sure I am wearing my smile 

Bight red on my chapped lips,

Concealing the blood streaks

trapped around the corners.

Before I left 

I checked myself in the mirror.

Made sure I am wearing my confidence 

Jet black on my sunken eyes,

Hiding the pain and angiush

lost some where in my daily routine.

Before I ...

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The shadows are getting smaller

You’re unable to continue to hide

You have as much luck as the cold caller

When your debt is paid, things will again be right

You’re on the way to misery

Trust me, I’m able to foresee

This fate that has become your distant destiny

One in which you’ll fall down before me

You bite the hand that helps you

Had the chance to quit to

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Find no error

Friday,21st September 2018

Find the an exact replica of the mirror

and try to find out an error

you will err

but not find even little flicker

eyes speak no wrong

you can know it for the song

you must have an insight

ti guess and see it right

mirror may give you an no real impression

it shall show only your reflection

but an eyes have...

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Tonight my heart reaches out to the frozen abbiss

Searching for you

Yearning for your love

Reaching out till its veins fall off

Your no where to be found

The darkness keeps creeping in

To what end will my heart hurt

To what end will my feelings hunt

You lied to me for months

Keeping him in secret

All the while

Promising me your heart

Your hand in marri...

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I want to be in love with the whispering moon
As I close my blue eyes, let it sing a soft song
That will put me to sleep for the dreamland ping-pong
As entertainment rides for nightly honeymoon

Let it carry me low to the depths of my breath
As every heartbeat is resonating flow
Feeling the fingers fall, and the spirit let go
To my deepest moments as a cold living death

Let me love agai...

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Fifty-two Things Lost

I don’t give my heart to many guys

But you can’t say the same.

You jump from one to another girl

As if love’s some sort of game.

Well, I hope she makes you happy.

Happier than I did

That night under the moonlight,

When we shared our very first kiss.

I see you with her in the hallways—

Fingers intertwined.

The way you used to hol...

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A series of unfortunate events, It's no one's intent to circumvent

Just feeling tired from all this time spent

It's impossible to say what's always meant

and I'm sorry for this verbal consent, but

WORDS, they will come across bent

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Events inspired words and

Words inspire events !

The event had left him numb 

Uninspired and wondering

So he wrote no more ..

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Today I remembered that day

The day we walked across

Red wharf bay

The tide was out

The sun was out

Our thoughts were out

Out there

Somewhere out to sea

As we tramped across the undulating sand

In places ridged and formed in perfect patterns of

Sculpted crinkle cut relief

Sand worm casts in patches

Like carefully drawn scratches

Scars upon the earth

And s...

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Occasionally, Far North Queensland experiences the full force of a Category Five cyclone (also known as a hurricane or typhoon). Their strength is phenomenal, as can be the damage caused, and I certainly would not like to be out on the battered Barrier Reef in one.

The Reefs of Armageddon

Warm and deadly waters shine like beaten silver

wrapped 'round kaleidoscope cays in the morning ...

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Grind it
Pack it
Light it
Inhale it
Exhale it
And just like that
I feel lighter, calmer, happier
Even though, I am technically a criminal
But in reality, I am just a teenager
I’m just a teenager that needs a break from the
mental health issues that seem to rattle around 
my overcrowded skull

9/17/18

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All men adore you,  
it tortures my mind;
 You are the treasure,  
that i seek to find. 

All men adore you,
 their conquering queen:
you've coloured my heart, 
to green with envy. 

All men adore you, 
your soft flawless skin;
With hopes of kissing, 
your glee gorgeous grin. 

All men adore you,
 your sleek flowing  hair;
And the way you dance,
 with elegant flai...

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None of us are who we think that we are.

All of us portray our inner beliefs,

our fundaments, the bricks with which we’re constructed,

we can’t help but be people defined by our thoughts,

our beliefs and principles,

subliminal prejudice,

we are who we are no matter how hard we try,

to be the person we like to think that we are,

because it’s the way that you act that means w...

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every night before I close my eyes

murmures of a long forgotten tale

nightmares given a tongue

life you had young

life you put on sale

following the pattern i close my eyes

nothing bright to light the night

only murmurs to drown, petrify

life you lost to cry

life with no insights

following the pattern i shut my eyes

all those sleepless nights and days

...

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She claimed to be nameless

A void empty space

She thought she could be invisible

A child of darkness

But oh

How she was wrong

She is an arrangement of

Color and laughter

Beauty and light

She thinks she is as fragile

As a baby’s wrist

But to me she is stronger than steel

She hesitates when

She sees her reflection

As if she found a

New flaw to add

To h...

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the first a face a tantric paste a bookend of lights one electric and waspish

stinging eyes not yet fully open the other an orgasm a tickertape parade

that ends with something incomprehensible      its duality you see

there are parties for the friends your mother begged to come round

there are parties where you piss yourself and everyone drinks and drinks

because you are dying and s...

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I made you walk

I made you talk

I moved to your side slowly

turquise eyes were no surprise

but I'm so sorry

I never knew what you've been through

but if I knew, I'd carry you

but is that what you would want me to do?

You are of my '80s dreams

but the '80s are over

away from you away from you

You are of my '90s dreams,

but it's not the '90s don't I know...

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YOUR WORDS.

SHARP AS NEEDLES  LACED WITH VENOM

PIERCING MY SOUL BUT I DO NOT BLEED

YOUR FIST

LETHAL AS A WARHAMMER

BUT I AM A WILLOW 

I BEND TO YOUR WILL BUT DO NOT BREAK

TOMORROW I WILL RISE LIKE A PHOENIX

AND MY BROKEN WINGS WILL FLY AWAY FROM YOU 

AND I WILL BE FREE 

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Dress a woman into your love

She’ll fly in the sky like a dove.

Tell that her dress is beautiful and nice,

And look at her with bewitching eyes.

Dress a woman into your love

She will look so pretty in it.

Let her heart really understand:

She must know you don’t pretend.

Let her bathe in your love,

Let her hear: you are my dove!

Let her beautiful eyes shine

Cause y...

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Bevin Boy

Ernest Bevin got his pound of flesh

as I sucked on my Woodbine,

one of the ‘lucky’ ten percent

who were standing there in line

waiting to be conscripted -

but they decided to assign

me to a living hell

and send me down the mine.

So I toiled for years in darkness

and breathed in black diamond dust,

until my back was broken

along with all the t...

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My pen is no way obliged to cheap fame,

I write for I have to write.

My struggle is no way a shame,

I am awake forever for I have to fight.

My words are no way adulterated

with fake emotion,

I write for my soul makes me restless,

without striving callous attention.

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Broken Shells everywhere 

Shattered illusions

Life is easy in the light

Stepping into darkness

More of a challenge

Under every stone

A shameful secret

Houses built on sand

Fools Gold in every pocket

Self worth? Out of credit 

Crawling on her belly, she feels the sun on her back

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Yes I’m writing live now about our village

Hoping the ideas are going to flow

And as things go, I feel it strong

A compulsion to write and highlight 

Things to be excited about, right or wrong

Just about the things we see, as we observe

The flowers, shrubs and trees

In the vast green areas we still have 

In this place we live, maligned and blighted

We may be, but the tru...

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To the sun, we are veiled

It's the moon that sees our face.

Concealed, deep in every soul

Is a part of us; we deny to embrace!

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I have been asked to write a poem pertaining to soap..my contribution..a bit of fun.

Drama

Sitting cosy in the evening in my armchair,
I can never help it, but at the TV I do stare.
I feel I am addicted to my favourite soap,
that if I do not get my fix how will I ever cope.

My favourite character has just been killed off,
I think he's buried in the garden underneath a trou...

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There are things that

I don't understand about us.

One is how can you tell me

that you love me

when all you want to do

is change me.

You started a forest fire

that destroyed my roots

and damaged my trees.

You built concrete walls and roads

until I could no longer recognize

myself in the mirror.

"This is for progress," you said,

but all it created was cal...

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You are the art of my dreams. 

The muse of my thoughts 

and the sweetness of my soul. 

a gentle aura surrounding mine 

sending messages through the skin and bone 

what a funny way to live, 

what a peaceful time 

to be alive. 

to dare what is romance between the reality of life and visions

to desire not only a life 

but two paths in one.

-G. N. D. 

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(Reflections of an aging but impenitent womanizer)

When I depart to that last rest

unless required dread fires to stoke

or groom the wings of angels blest

I'll give the Magdalene a poke.

The harp or lyre I cannot sound

or sing in tune to any hymn.

The Elysian Fields to wander round

but finding saints so very prim.

It might be hard to socialize

if f...

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You've always been cold,

I claimed you used to have a heart of Gold but in reality your soul is as black as coal and you've been using it as fuel since I was born.  

You took me for a fool years ago and it took me this long to understand your lies we're nothing but empty promises to pass the time.

You're a con artist,
A professional snake.
A manipulative genius,
Pinocchio without a...

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A while back,

life was not unlike a video

captured only in time lapses.

I stood rooted, stock still

while all around me

the hustle and bustle

of everyday life

was a blur.

I was falling

against walls that i couldn’t see

screaming in voices that

even I couldn’t hear.

I had lost sight of the big picture.

It took me a while

to understand that

in order to ke...

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Then all stops

For an infinite moment

All worries fall silent

All thoughts take rest



All wants are forgotten

All noise welcome past

As energy flows

All needs are met

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Mr. Stress is prolific serial killer

Mrs. Stress is a notorious Mass Murderer

They work and support each other

Their Main targets are teenagers

They attack in the daylight

The'res no where to run and hide

Creeping thru our nerves

Torturing aches that nobody deserves

A young girl was found dead

Soaked with his own blood in her bed

With a note on his right han...

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One day 

One month

One year goes by

Time will pass

Time will fly

Memories will fade

Memories will die 

But life goes on and I wonder why

Why  are we born  to live such a lie

To live on a journey  until we just die

To love and appreciate being inside 

This world that was created with  infamous pride

They say the limit is always the sky

I say the sky ...

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Tell me how am I supposed to end this?
This feeling in my stomach, is it endless?
I can't say that any of this makes sense,
but this has got me feeling apprehensive.

In my brain all I get is emotional feedback.
It always makes me take a few steps back.
I don't know what's wrong with my brain.
I can feel the static flow through my veins.

I'm trying to end the ringing in my ear.
A sound...

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That day I wake to the annoying sound of the alarm ringing in my ear. 
 

Cursing you as I do. 

I drag myself out from the warmth of the bed. 
 

Coldness clings to the walls; its arms reach out to sting the naked skin. 

I drag myself to the bathroom. 

I run my hand across the jagged radiator. 
 

Shoulders deepen as the sharp, cold metal adds to the bitterness of ...

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Life can be so simple,

just follow this rule.

don’t fall in love 

Without expecting to drool.

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