They reach me,

And,

I give them my all,

Yet after that,

They leave me Alone.

They will come back,

Once again, for sure,

With a different face,

A different name,

A new personality,

All along,

And once again,

I will give them my all,

Will they, this time

Stay by my side?

I don't know,

But that's how Trust works,

That's how Life works.

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I can be Warm,

As Fire,

Or Cold,

As Ice,

Flexible like Water,

Or Rigid as Stone,

I can be,

As simple as Joy,

Or complicated as Rage,

Worse as Fear,

Wounding,

Or Beautiful as Love,

Comforting.

I can be Anything,

I can be Everything,

Everything,

Depends on You.

-N 

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In a home at ninety who has prospects,

who needs them?

better to accept one's fate

no matter how drastic.

Stanley never worked that one out,

he felt in charge of his situation

even that he'd created it,

running the show with all his employees,

his prospects therefore in order,

he could hire and fire

at leat criticize, always expecting more. 

In the cardigans o...

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This music,

it makes me want to fall from the water

float in the sky,

stare at those lips

and kiss those green eyes,

drink from the clouds

and jump on the pond

to feel the stars

and gaze at the stones,

the rythms , the notes

melt my mind

ignite my visible voice

I'm not here nor there

maybe inside a void

floating on the blues

maybe its a d...

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The World in Lockdown People's Poem is now online and free to read at:

https://www.facebook.com/worldinlockdownpoem/

Please give it a read!

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Wirral poets Barry Woods and Michelle Wright are curating a people's poem during the UK lockdown period. The poem is, at present, ten pages long and will be launched online on May 11th. 

Facebook@worldinlockdownpoem

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Fifty miles apart

Texting seems further apart

Responding is like driving

Not feeling any closer, even though technology plays apart

Bratty I am

Possessive I’m not

We aren’t that many years apart

Mature thoughts speak with me

Showing interest and do want me

We don’t say much

Turtle motions travel cross our keys

Delayed response

Face to face

Infinities of words

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I called you

Mom from day one.

You called me

Shirley, sometimes

you called me Hon.

But I had

to let you go,

I had to say

"Good Bye."

But in my heart

I said,

"Mom please

don't die."

That was more than

ten years now.

Sometimes I

still cry. That ...

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