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A single word;

a phrase or gesture

can trigger a feeling

of wondrous rapture.


To be told that you're worth

more than the drifting sands

that daily slip through

your trembling hands.


To be surrounded

by such appreciative people

makes me want to shout

from the highest steeple.


Words of thanks,

so loud that you all know,

that for you, the ink


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Memorial Day

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The following was written by
my niece Cynthia Smothers Carter
and is used with her permission.

But I have come to the conclusion that
it has always rained on Memorial day
and I have figured out why.

The rain is the tears of all our fallen
Soldiers past, present and future. 
Thank You for Your service and the
ultimate sacrifice You have m...

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Graffiti Grannies

Graffiti grannies they are very canny

they never get caught

but their skills are highly sought

they spin a yarn knit and sow

There cover never gets blown

Statues get covered

As do park benches and poles

Even Chinese boulders

Well I suppose we all need something to do when we get older.

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Hidden Acrostic Poem

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Call for Submissions - THE POETIC BOND V

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~~Press Release
Date:   March 27, 2015
Subject:  Call for Submissions for THE POETIC BOND V
Contact:  Trevor Maynard, email poetry@trevormaynard.com
THE POETIC BOND is an international poetry anthology published in paperback annually.  This year the series is entering its fifth year, and expectation is once again high for this year’s crop of poems.  Over 120 poets from 17 diff...

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Promise Me

When my hands begin to tremble

You’ll place your hand in mine

When my eyes become hollow

That you’ll gaze into them

When I’m at a loss for words

You’ll kiss me so the silence

Can speak for the both of us.

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What's going on inside my head

Wish I could turn it off



Voices echoing around

Wish I could reboot my brain!


I keep it all inside

All my worries



But I'm scared Scared I'm going to crack up

There's only so much I can think about


Keep it bottled up

Even though it's not healthy

I need to release the cork

Don't want to be in that dark place again



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From Hull To Halifax (A Halifax Town Love Poem)

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This is a poem dedicated to my birthplace and current residence of 28 years. i have dropped some odd and interesting town facts in there too.

From Hull To Halifax

I was raised in a town
where memorial plaques are outside houses
Fridges left out on country walks
and a guillotine used as a historical exhibit
But i love my town.

Hometown of Big Daddy
the cat-eyes too
We had a hand in Macki...

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Confessions Of A Pyromaniac

a poem  i wrote about my uncoditional love for flames.

I like to play with matches
I like to see stuff burn
people think i'm tapped in the head
but when they gonna learn

the smell of fresh turpentine
is a scent i love to taste
Please give me your unwanted items
and don't let them go to waste

now some people are addicted to sex
and others like to steal
but the only i like to see naked is...

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Thy pen; no mighty sword here preach
Where words, metallic, fall.
On blood-ink lines; stained city streets -
Oh time, thou horrors crawl.
Wrought freedom flits, it waxes, ebbs,
Whence censored bullets rain,
But fallow not among the dead
Doth liberty remain.

Copyright © Simon Austin 2015

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Alcoholic With Sick On His Shoes.

Alcoholic with sick on his shoes,
Sat on a brown wooden bench
In the middle of town
With his old dog,
Flea ridden,
Shaking, gray,
Lacking good vision
Waiting for a meal
A dropped pasty or pie
A sandwich, perhaps rye.

I, was never taught in school
To be such a man
It was always
You could become a lawyer,
You could become a teacher,
You could become a business man
Never, you could ...

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