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Titchfields

So soft and new

Soft babies brewed

For months waited

Excited and anticipated

 

You are not mine

Yet close enough to build a shrine

Encompassing a wonder and love for you

Looking forward to meeting you two

 

Dinosaurs, mittens and tiny onesies await

Cute hats and warm baths you'll hate

A warmth of well wishes and love in abundance

To tuck you in and bathe in t...

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THE GIVING HOUSE

I took your family

thru many journeys

 

Different generations

 

Different needs

 

I sheltered you while you healed

and figured out what was next

 

I gave the children a place to play

that was rough and tumble

 

I may look small but my gifts

have been large

 

Soon I will retire and maybe

move on to other families

 

Or my walls may fall

wit...

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Our Green Earth poets read at Liverpool’s beautiful Palm House

Merseyside poets and musicians performed their environmental anthology last week at Liverpool’s beautiful Victorian Palm House in Sefton Park. Led by Michelle Wright, Barry Woods and Ali Harwood, the event covered ocean pollution, global warming and rainforest reduction, with contributions from many local poets and some first time writers from local schools.

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Ali   Harwood   Michelle   Wright   Barry   Woods   Palm   House   poetry   poet   environment   Mersey   poets   green   earth   Liverpool

In Bloom.

The past reverberates through me in the present

stains my clothes pungent.

At fifteen, a boy stole the solace of the dark from me

in his bed

with his hands.

Now when he touches me,

he must keep the lights on.

 

In sleep the past has me,

travels upwards, claws at my throat

and I cry out

for the dark to let me in.

 

At twenty, the boy who stole the solace of my...

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bloom   house   boy   girl   sex

what i call home

 

I’ve lived around the world.

In fact I moved when I was 18,

I left my home and found another,

 

But was that home?

 

Layered bricks and walls with posters,

soft warm bed and candles lit by it

to make it

home-y,

 

But was that home?

 

β€˜a house is not a home’

yet I still feel like I really miss

my house, where my mom and my cat

are waiting patien...

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home   house   love

TRANSITION

Looking around the scenery bores me I can't lie

Almost as if the walls ignore me the paint won't dry

Too stubborn to settle..repairs go back to unrepaired 

Once prepared now unprepared 

Scared of change but now not scared 

Light bulbs pop  blown fuses 

Trying to compromise with the boiler 

But he refuses 

Doors on and off..conflict with hinges 

The freezer won't stop cry...

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Broken furniture   house   transitions

All That Remains Is A Mere House

Tufts of dust 

Caper about my mosaic glass.

Blotches of ferric rust 

Offer me an unceremonious welcome at last.

 

Things I'd once befriended

Seem distant and cold.

Deaf ears to the chime of my footsteps

Tell me they've forgotten their companion of old.

 

I wonder when those mellifluous repartees

Turned into hollow echoes,

And the blithe breeze 

Into a stiflin...

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alien   comfort   dust   ebony   floor   home   house   Poetry   rust   traitor   visitor

Desire

Corners caress the bricks

breading that familiar shape,

in which to pace fingertips,

reimagine and fall

the abode of clichΓ©,

the same smitten desires,

plotted here in prints of feet

the way they moved,

the way they moved,

the way they moved,

nostalgic tracks swoon you low

to the floor, roused but not here.

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The unspoken rules of tidiness

We love to have a tidy house
But we really don't like to clean it
If only someone would tidy up
I would have some place to sit
Days pass and nothing changes
Till you feel that nauseous pit
Then you realise the rooms a mess
And it makes you want to quit
As you start to clear up all of it
You think to yourself, "oh shit,"
"How did I ever live like this?"
It's really quite a tip
Time flie...

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tidy up   cleaning   mental health   house

Heart is where home is

Home is where the heart is
but where is the heart
It lies in wonder and glory
Or is it in the fame of society

I can't seem to find home

Is it in the light rays of hope
or in shallow waters of pain
A house never feels like home
or is it just the lonely heart speaking

I can't seem to find heart
for since the beginning
 it's divided
into two part

So maybe i'll keep looking
for t...

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home   heart   house

When...

When I have gone

what waits this room

with its vacuum

                where I sat?

 

Does

my chair sits sightless

musing at my absence

midst space bereft

                   my music play on?

 

After I have left

ask my empty bed

all sheeted void

                about my dreams

 

Does

my mattress dent

minding my long night wraiths

maintain my ...

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death   ghosts   home   house   memories   passing   shadows

Old Abandoned House

I caught you peeking through the window,

Of this old abandoned house,

Finely crafted from the dreams I left behind.

I stopped you dead in your tracks,

The tracks I once wandered when I discovered this realm.

How did you find me through this smoke?

It was much to blinding for me.

 

You took my hand and walked away,

Only pulling half of me with you.

If just for a moment...

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old   abandoned   house   addiction

YOUR HOUSE

YOUR HOUSE

 

You build your home in a dangerous place: don’t you think you’re at risk against nature’s might? A danger of landslides and bush fires all waiting to happen to you and your little home. You say the view is great and there’s so much land.

Just stop and think, remember back to last year and the tragedy when ten died fighting to save what was theirs and failed.

Now you...

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house   good views   nice location   danger and disaster

Good Morning, Good Morning

this house is awakening
it yawns and stretches its
aged bones, as last night’s ghosts scurry
home, with the copper blood running
warm through worm pricked floors

I lie,like you, while you lie,
like me, under the nights warm stink
and the claw and the purr
of the cat’s half lidded lazy gaze
as the foundations shake with each
passing race of 18 wheel freight

...

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morning   breakfast   house   cat   lorry

CONVERT

 

CONVERT

Old factory was due to be knocked down and turned into rubble, recycle the materials and use the land again. A new start? Yet this building is structurally fine, a few broken windows and missing tiles, the idea of demolition is okay but you lose the heritage and a piece of history. Is that a good thing? How about doing it up and converting it to flats?

Keeping the building...

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convert   building   factory   house   people   home

ROOM HOUSE TELLY WINE

 

ROOM HOUSE TELLY WINE

 

Time stands still in a front room in early ’95.

The telly is on but the sound is off,

All About Eve plays on the stereo,

soft vocal tones and powerful guitar.

The clock says a time but that doesn’t matter

as here it is timeless.

Bev drinks a glass of wine

while I have the rest of the bottle

and a full bottle of Thunderbirds.

...

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room   house   romance   wine   tv   me   ex wife

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