I saw you my friend

Looking toward the sky

I thought you knew you, my friend

Things aren't supposed to die

Loner Bird

Why did you have to die?

Londer Bird

Why did you have to lie?

I saw you again

Sitting upon the edge

Of the same window cill

As the past thousand times

Loner Bird

Why did you have to die?

Londer Bird

Why did you have to lie...

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Beneath the skin of the city

its vital organs function:

not the ones you think I mean,

the staff whose manual actions

keep human beings hearty -

supplying power and food,

sweeping roads and pavements clean,

arresting fire or flood -

no, not those, I speak 

of parks and lawns and leaves,

of blossom flossed on trees like frost

that licence us to breathe:

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A shining stone on the horizon.

In a stunning world, it does it’s bit.

You may find it surprising,

This beauty is just shit.

Or guano to be more correct,

Though crap it is to most.

It beckons me to come inspect,

Though I’d rather not get close. 

It catches me slumped in blue,

When chuckles are more sparse. 

Cheers me to think that such a view

Came from ma...

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I see Stars intruding locations between clouds in Misty formations. Trains chudder by as I gaze upon the first and last of tonight’s night sky. I gaze around so aimlessly and am always asking why. 

Distractions must enter and take me away. Allow me to see the beauty of each day. 

Taking me back to this moment right here. 

As the wildlife of this evening starts to becomes al...

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Bury me in a blanket of wildflowers,

nutured by morning dew,

where lilacs perfume the air,

jasmine lights up the night,

wind and rain serenade gardenias,

delicate roses are protected by bushy thorns,

forget-me-nots bloom...

where dandelion wishes

brings me back to you.

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I heard that Giraffes have been protected from being slaughtered for their body parts for the first time this week....So a celebratory poem

It's Wonderful to have 

A long neck

It reaches up

To the sky

I can nibble leaves 

On treetops

And smile at

Birds

As they

Fly by

It's just

Great 

Having this

Long neck

I can see

For Miles around

I always k...

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The prettiest pictures of beauty are formed by nature's own.

Look out for it is free and always alone.

We may see behind a sky that's blue and bold

Shines a glorious globe of greatest gold,

And the wind which swirls in a wavy path

Blows the tears of heaven to create a shallow nature's bath.

And by vast flying vapours various moulds are made,

Slowly travel throughout the light ...

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Life is too full of people 
willing to share their soul 
to focus on those who
aren’t open to your light. 

You were meant to soar with eagles,
not wallow with nocturnal wildlife. 

While they may be beautiful, 
mysterious, alluring, 
they thrive in darkness, 
a place you escaped long ago. 

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Blackened balls of confetti thrown against a slate sky

From left, from right, lines and angles they fly

Boiling clouds shuffle, sculp then conform

In kaleidoscopic monochrome; is this the start of a storm?

The mass absorbs and swells like translucent dough

An invisible baker, kneads, stretches and throws

And the amorphous miasma continues to grow

As eyes in wonderment gaz...

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The soft blown snow that fell five days ago

Crisp frozen now by these five frosty nights

Still blankets all the fields and moors to show

Where pheasant clattered off on noisy flights

While footfall of the lesser birds is scribed

Less deep; and here a small bank vole has run;

There passed red fox and rabbit side by side

Though time kept them apart and saved the one

At the wo...

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Heron Taking Flight

Rickety, this ruckle

of struts and ragged canvas,

a collapsing tent

of awkwardness

unmade by the earth,

by degrees cranks into

its one true element:

slipping tethers

into air.

________

Preliminary Findings

Preliminary findings

suggest a probable

leakage of fuel

before the tank exploded.

(Cockpit not located

at th...

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Hi Everyone,

The Isles of Scilly are a jumble of granite scraps thrown down twenty-eight miles west from the coast of Cornwall. Five of them offer shelter and a living for some one and a half-thousand people. Needless to say, for a community that sits permanently in the eye of Atlantic storms through the winter, and basks in beautiful, temperate Gulf Stream-fed summers, there is no shortage of ...

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Forget about Gods

in their various forms of madness

or alternatively the single God

in his uniqueness.

Instead

respect the big cats

pumas tigers lions and their kind.

      look into those eyes

      place your respect and fear

      pay your dues

know that true life lurks there

in blood

instinct

raw sex

kindredship

love of a kind

      and finally a...

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Little men with little hats,

running with the bats.

over the hedge and under the fence,

dodging frustrated cats.

people call us gnomes. but thats not who we are...

were pixies born from guilded stars.

hearing mother nature call when all the leaves begin to fall.

sprinkling diamonds in woven webs on frosty mornings

when all thats green slumbers in its bed...

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WOODLAND WONDER

Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze,
branches sway atop tall lofty trees.
Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling
wondering what freshness the new day will bring.

Hopping about on long leafy arms,
fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms.
Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies
in the grand performance of natures sweet harmony.

Bushy tailed...

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Poetry   Competition

There will be an Anthology of 100 poems titled

“The Black Hole” for sale in August 2012.

Closing date: 30th June 2012.

The Black Hole theme is to get your views on opencast mining, the area around the opencast, such as Rhaslas pond, the wetlands & wildlife, & what living close to an opencast feels like. Also what effect you think it would h...

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Wild wolf

I heard you howl

at the moon.

I believe it was

sometime in June.

Wild wolf

you sounded lonely

you sounded sad.

Was I scared?

No I was mad!

Why?

Wild wolf

in myth you

are evil.

This fear from

the time primeval.

...

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I heard a wolf

howl at the moon,

I believe it was

sometime in June.

It sounded lonely

it soudnded sad

was I scared?

No I was mad!

Why?

The wolf is being

hunted, exterminated.

Why is the wolf

so very hated?

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The wild colt enjoyed

galloping through

the tall green grass.

One day he was captured

and made a beast of

burden. He worked in the

field and pulled the wagon,

but he longed for

the tall green grass.

He grew old and weak,

one day he lay down

and closed his eyes.

When he opened...

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In the wild, the bonsai is an amazing sight and a moving lesson from nature. It depicts the wonder of a resilient soul.

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A fond gaze
rests upon hope
A testament

of pliant supplication
stunted and weathered

each scar a witness
to fate's coarseness
its scourge did not prevail

A bent torso
flowing in the breeze
over sheer drops and crags

the dour migh...

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