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Sultress

All I have to do
Is tip her…
All over my lips, at first, then
She starts to go down
Better than the rest
Her wicked whip of joy cracks with a satisfaction
Unmatched
Snatched euphoria glitters on a crush
And then, oh the rush!
She slips to that place only she knows
My god, she knows where to go
And knows what to do when she gets there
Which, naturally, she does, so qu...

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Tuesday 21st May 2013 10:50 am

Tags: addiction,mistress,sultress,love,lust,addict,poem

My Beautiful Lie

by Simon Austin

I hide behind a lie forged by my hand,
Before this chiseled frame,
Beyond the perfect shell they will not see my deceit
Thrown acrimoniously at their feet.
But they love the lie, the truth would only disappoint;
Disarray their shallow intentions,
After all, my invention pleases them
So why not let them drink up the joy
That it possesses? It impresses their eyes,
How the lies ju...

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Friday 17th May 2013 3:26 pm

Tags: deceit,lies,lie,cheat,love,lust,poem

Lanterne Poem

by Shirley Smothers

Heart
beats young
or beats old,
make yours his home
Chirst

This is my first attempt
at writing a Lanterne poem....

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Friday 10th May 2013 5:43 pm

Tags: Christ,Lanterne,poem

Animals

by Simon Austin

The Fury
Pitiful the morsels for the feeding of the rats,
Dished out unemotionally by vicious little cats,
Like vermin, out the rats they come and scurry back to hide,
Whilst all the while the fat cats feast voraciously outside.

The Persecuted
In the darkest corners of the high walled city streets,
The rank and rotten souls of human waste claw to compete,
Shuffling through the b...

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Friday 10th May 2013 4:17 pm

Tags: animals,holocaust,death,persecution,racism,hate,greed,poem

The Addict

by Simon Austin

It’s only one more
What harm will it do?
If you really loved me like I do with you
Then you’d let me just have it, no fussing or fighting,
Not sitting here giving me daggers, me lightning
And watching me suffer; I’ll make this the last,
I promise from this day forward I’ll fast
I’ll become a new man; just you wait and see,
But for now will you not be a...

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Wednesday 8th May 2013 11:12 am

Tags: addict,addiction,drugs,abuse,love,poem

Danse Macabre (The Dance of Death)

by Simon Austin

Oh streets, your weeping cobbles shine
Against the moonlight, wailing sirens
Beckon those that have succumb
To fill your guttered lines with souls.
Blistered, bloated, wandering lost
Through invalid eyes – flies feast
On stale skin, as deep within
The eruptions pulse to a deathly drum.
One by one they fall in line
Upon swarming sewer drains,
Stacked, like broken branches...

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Wednesday 1st May 2013 11:15 am

Tags: religion,doctor,disease,death,plague,poem

Unto the Somme

by Simon Austin

Entrenched
Behind failing lines,
These curtains of shrapnel and sharp steel
Conceal my misery,
So seamlessly, absently
I go on, numb, alone,
For sensation no longer blesses me.

Relentlessly, I force back my fear,
The absent tears never reach my cheeks
And thick blankets of earth and sand
Choke my cries, damp, pitiful.
I fall to the boards clotted with death
As my breath...

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Saturday 27th April 2013 12:32 pm

Tags: soldier,battle,conflict,world war I,war,death,poem

One Of Us - A Stephen Lawrence Tribute

by Mark Mr T Thompson

Twenty years ago,
he is waiting for a bus,
'Cos twenty years ago
he is simply one of us.
But just twenty years ago,
he comes under attack,
Just 'cos twenty years ago,
this teenager is black.

Twenty years ago,
he runs for his life,
'Cos twenty years ago,
racists stick him with a knife.
Twenty years ago,
this firework is far too fleeting,
And so tw...

Monday 22nd April 2013 10:36 pm

Tags: racism,Stephen Lawrence,Memorial,poem

Broken Alone

by Simon Austin

The trees, so hidden well by thickened wood,
While senses hide behind the deep despair,
He, ridiculed by those that can’t but should
And persecuted by those that once did care.

As fingers point and clone the loaded gun;
They choose a victim crying on his knees,
To watch him beg for solitude, in one
And disregard his perennial pleas.

The rights and wrongs of progress bli...

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Monday 22nd April 2013 5:28 pm

Tags: survival,sadness,heartache,love,relationship,poem

For I am Gone

by Simon Austin

Do not look for me, for I am gone.
I am the silent songs of birds, the words
Of ancient etchings scratched off warm stones.
The lone tumbleweed on open sands,
Spreading nothing more across vast lands
And crashing into sparse trees.
I am the breeze on the path that is left behind.
The vacant mind of an elderly man captured
In a photograph. I am the white edge,
The ledge of a preci...

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Wednesday 17th April 2013 2:57 pm

Tags: searching,loss,lost,end,poem

Roses - NaPoWriMo Day 10

by IndigoAngelUshiku

Roses are dead,
they smell like Le Pew.
But they still smell sweet
compared to you.

Roses are dead,
now you feel blue.
So take a shot neat,
and uncork the screw.

Roses are dead,
our hopes are too.
You were a cheat,
but I was too....

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Thursday 11th April 2013 5:26 pm

Tags: Pepe Le Pew,Pepe,Le Pew,Pew,Warners Brothers,Warner Bros,Warner,Bros,Brothers,Roses,Unlove,Poem,Poetry,Parody,Cheat,Vodka,Drink,Dead,NaPoWriMo

Untitled

by Simon Austin

Withered flowers fastened to a wasting bench,
Its plaque and pickled paint are weathered long.
The buckled slats curl flecks on harshest winter's freeze.
Where age defies intent to which it did belong.

As passers-by whom in their daily cues entrenched,
They, wrapped in woolen shields, look blindly on
And notice not the broken petals on the breeze,
Nor sense the echo of a parte...

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Tuesday 26th March 2013 11:51 am

Tags: poem,Memorial,loss,death,sadness,soul,love

Humanity Lost

by Simon Austin

I freeze,
And fall to my knees.
The earth is cold tonight, my sight
Is sorrowed as I place my hands on its frozen surface,
No furnace to warm me, but bereft.
Here, on the borrowed hour
Of my death.

The frost seeping through my clothes
Chills my bones, I’m lost here, alone.
The precipice in front of me is wide, and deep
But full. I keep my head dipped,
Knowing they wa...

Thursday 21st March 2013 9:59 pm

Tags: poem,war,death,holocaust,humanity,fear,hate,racism

Waves (A Final Letter Home)

by Simon Austin

I lie and let the waves wrap 'round my feet,
As midnight skies perform the second act,
Where black and blue so effortlessly meet
And force the waters cold around my back.
I feel the sand bequeath my buried toes;
To let the grit defy my sodden skin
And as the open door to my soul grows
I let the frothy waters trickle in.

The moonbeams push my head into a daze
And buckle up...

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Tuesday 5th March 2013 10:57 am

Tags: soul,ocean,sea,soldier,love,loss,poem,war,death

Running Man

by Jamie Barton

Quickly pitting his wit
against an enemy
he reaches for his gun
the barrel is empty
the chamber clicks echo

Staggered staggering speed
as they close in he thinks
again which way to run
the white sedated walls
scream fear, shrinking backwards

A thorn through a window
whisperingly draws blood
as it strokes his cheek
reminding the senses
of motive for movement

Silent, steady, r...

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Friday 1st March 2013 9:22 pm

Tags: Running,Man,Jamie,Barton,Poem,poetry,poems,poetic,enemy,echo,scream,whispering,perception,exit,exists

Epiphany

by Jamie Barton

A black pen, a worm chewing through
wood, waiting for flesh.

Crunching its way through shadow.

Candle wax on skin
setting hard in its way.

A flick of the wrist
and the ink scratch stains.

Trying to find a way
to communicate with vision.

Spew out, eat up, digest, reset.

Calculating the way with mind
set to epiphany....

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Friday 1st March 2013 12:31 am

Tags: Epiphany,jamie,barton,poetry,poem,poetic,worm,flesh,shadow,communicate,reset

Pale Membrane

by Jamie Barton

Everything seeps in, everything leaks, in to this pale membrane.
The air from gestures, the pain and wicked eyes flicker.
The soft secretion of lingering sadness shelters like a veil.
Not haunted though, not lost to anything.
A door left open for a breeze to walk in.

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Friday 1st March 2013 12:27 am

Tags: Pale,membrane,Jamie,Barton,poetry,poem,sadness,veil,haunted,door,poetic

Polishing a Turd

by Jamie Barton

Shite they say is such a dirty word
It conjures up all sorts of images
Brown, sticky and smelly vestiges
But can you polish a turd

I think you can, it is not absurd
To think you can make something better
To think you can improve the design
To think you can create something new
From something which reminds you of poo

It took a long while for me to decide
Which way I was going, what...

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Wednesday 20th February 2013 9:08 am

Tags: Polishing,a,turd,poem,poetry,epiphany

Quieter

by Jamie Barton

I remember when I was young.
I remember the sad strangeness that could not forge
The words wretched wonder would wrench
The memory is stainless, sturdy, simple, a symbol

Beholden that it is now buried
but I needed that melancholy
And the knowledge I knew, or thought I knew
Fleshy words without force

Buried in a cemetery in ceremony
The dirt descended on that mahogany
And words woul...

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Wednesday 20th February 2013 1:18 am

Tags: quieter,poem,poetry

Decay

by Jamie Barton

It can be said that fate waits for no one
It is almost a certainty in fact

But darkness with its spring heels waits alone
In a recess seldom visited, we go there in shade
Curtained we go there and raise suspicion
We go when there is blood to sacrifice
We come back when there is left only bone

Like the needless prayers of a mother
We disappear in to the warm night gone
And saturate t...

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Wednesday 20th February 2013 1:15 am

Tags: Poem,poetry,decay,death,sonnet,dark

Amy

by Simon Austin

The breath had left her, not long ago.
Her face, pressed into the pillow
Drained black tears onto white linen.
Her fight had been lost; the long battle had ravaged her
And her iconic war paint scrawled ironic defeat in tracks
Down her pale skin onto paler sheets.

A motionless husk; as she lays there;
Her raven hair, unravelled from familiarity,
Fall's delicately on her back,...

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Friday 15th February 2013 2:27 pm

Tags: poem,celebrity,fame,london,loneliness,alcoholic,addiction,death

Lost

by Simon Austin

A face of steel is easy
When hidden behind.
Lost in false hope,
Drowning under memories
That my shoulders cannot hold;
They buckle in sharp flaws.
Watch me break at dawn
And vanish into dust.
My soul entrenched
Under a cotton shroud,
Unable to rise.
I will never again stand
So boldly.
Time, the only healer,
Has stopped,
And I...

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Friday 1st February 2013 9:31 am

Tags: poem,pain,lost,break up,hopeless,depression,sadness,loss,fear

Sniper

by Simon Austin

I felt nothing at first.
Just the loud crack of a distant whip, the echo
Bouncing through the crumbling streets and fetid alleyways,
Painted with the stench of unintentional sacrifices
And scorched by the Middle Eastern sun.
He can see me, this one, even now,
Staring down the lens like a wayward sailor scanning distant rocks for Sirens,
Tempting him to death.
He’s watching me...

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Sunday 27th January 2013 11:59 am

Tags: poem,tragedy,youth,death,warfare,war

In Your Skin

by Simon Austin

It’s a funny place here, in your skin. Why do you keep it
So very pale? Like a sail left out in the sun
For too long and then flown at the turning of tides,
Though it glides across all of the seas
Its beauty is gone.

Such a strange place here, in your skin.
Like an ivory sheet thrown
Over sharp bones, pale tones and fingers
Pointing blame at passers by of unknown crimes...

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Wednesday 23rd January 2013 10:46 am

Tags: body,human,admiration,love,Beauty,poem

Oh Darkness, Sweet Darkness

by Simon Austin

With my acuminous arm
I saved her wretched soul, like the others,
I drew the blood through clotted veins
And lay her down upon the blackness.

I cleaved the meats from her ivory.
He knelt with me and watched her filth, her poison
Pour through the cobbled streets
Into welcoming drains.

Plucked from the cadaver,
Her vessels of virility are no more;
The erroneous allocation o...

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Sunday 20th January 2013 12:25 pm

Tags: Ripper,London,Murder,Death,Darkness,killer,poem,poetry

Mortality

by Simon Austin

I see him at my window tonight.
The moon, full and bright
Casts his dark shadow onto an icy wall.
A familiar silhouette, unmistakable,
Pressed against the pane.
The cold melts his breath into feathery diamonds
Running in thin veins down the thick glass.
His face, hidden and veiled in black
Glances my way and nods;
I nod back
Acceptingly. Suddenly,
The glass no longer divides,...

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Monday 14th January 2013 4:43 pm

Tags: poetry,Death,mortality,humanity,loss,lost,fear,passing,poem,reaper

I am not your cup of tea!

by Frederick Kesner

'

I may not be
your cup of tea
but I am your
bottle of rum --
most definitely...
so ease up that grip:
Stop strangling my neck.

Let My liquid conflagration
scorch your lying condescension
again and again and again.... without fail.

If you but remember to be true
to what lurks deep within you
I will assail your doubts
And numb their fight,
Send insanity to flig...

Sunday 13th January 2013 6:57 pm

Tags: bitch,sobriety,thought,drink,rum,cup,rejection,Tea,poem

conurbation

by Jesuisnapoleon

[tarmac touch supply chain shackle
dead land sprung mixing
business flow pleasure
cargo fed artery drip
conurbation

green belt boundary destination
misplaced motor-way expansion
catharsis false anatomy
road sweep strategy
cultural access invader hard shoulder

systematic appetite number
lowest common denominator
stamped queue discount
lost without bank accounts

territory indep...

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Wednesday 9th January 2013 5:33 pm

Tags: Humanity,evolution,life,Modern,urbanization,the city,poem,People,Commercialism

Soft Summer Reverie

by Frederick Kesner

A small expression about being on the expanse of a windswept field, whatever the season, really, but placed in the golden, summery panorama in this poem. Please enjoy!

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Amber reeds, pliant

in the summer wind

swaying, dancing-

synchronised

now syncopated

and back again

shouting then singing xanthine etudes...

Tuesday 8th January 2013 12:42 am

Tags: poem,crypticbard,kesner,kisses,reed,music,summer,reverie,bliss,joy,poet

Life is a Cuppa

by Frederick Kesner

Life in a Cuppa

Up to a point
pliant leaves will seep
into all its waters
until the cup overflows

so much as to stain
the meticulously starched table linen.
Then we shall face with reckoning
its true substance!

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Please make your response or comment on my profile page. Thank you....

Wednesday 2nd January 2013 11:05 pm

Tags: poem,excalibard,crypticbard,kesner,philosophy,life,existence,cuppa,cup,tea,poetry

All The Angles

by Iosue Williams

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A reflective piece written in 2009/2010, delivered as a spoken piece through the wonderful voice of Qasim Shaheen, as part of his opening event at Contact Theatre. This piece was written by myself.

All the angles, they keep changing too many times,
that to look at the mirror I see no reflection,
as the world is spinning around me,
and after all this, I feel dizzy.

I grasp no hold of wha...

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Wednesday 2nd January 2013 3:16 pm

Tags: all the angles,urban shrines,youth project,poetry,poem,reflections,self

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