Back to back

On returning from a two hour absence spent at the shops (ten minutes away) wife verbally re-enacts into my unenthralled ears the local gossip.   A droned two hours later I virtually know about every recent individual ailment suffered by the townsfolk'   Who is dead, who is on the verge of the same. The latest news headlines phot...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Preferred attendance | In between days | Our Time! | First one presses my red button,the second gets me all steamed up! | Cycling down Pencilled Street.(57 years ago) | Satellitic | Land Lantern | Remembering the title-HUMAN | Abundant return | A lucky day for a beastiality fan | Cosmetic-ization | A poem not about the man who doesnt write poems about the smell of sugar puffs in his wee | Of Earths salt |

Temptress

 

take me to your bedroom

set my soul on fire

remove my thong with your teeth

unwrap me like a gift

that sexy gleam in your eyes

says all I need to know

long enough we’ve been in lust

let’s pussyfoot no more

 

so kiss me now long and deep

let me be your temptress

I’ll lick your flesh into life

our desire will overflow

discover all ...

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Also by Lynn Dye:

Oceans | Bankers With A Capital 'W' | Serendipity | Rough Justice | Woman In The Mirror |

Monsters

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We were born to run,

To roll down the windows of our life and let the wind blow back our hair.

I might have believed that once,

Until grey towns heaped up on the horizon,

And the distance between me and isolation grew shorter.

"I can't wait!" I might have said,

But now the shape that I had once imagined has been dented by the blows of whatever happened to happen,

And...

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Tags: monsters people past disappointment

Also by Joy Claypool:

I want to tell you | A Letter To You Whom I Lost | The end of days. | Conversation At The Party |

she

 

She came to me out of the sky from the blue,                                                               

she is a high altitude cloud Cirrus maiden.                                                                       

She found me on the mountai...

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Tags: cirrus,cloud,girl,mountain,sky

Also by nick armbrister:

One Step Ahead | ROOM HOUSE TELLY WINE | Pipistrelle | OCEAN PLANE | Events and Time | ONCE WE HAD IT ALL | ICE FLY | USED CARS | ALMOST ASHES | LOST SOULS | TUNNEL | BRICK WALL | DRAGON LADY | NEARLY THERE | I | HORNET RESURRECTION | VOLCANO | COLLAGES | MUSTINESS | NORWAY MUSIC | my new book is out here | FADE | MY TOWN |

I COULDN'T CARE TUPPENCE

Nippity-pippity, flippity-gibbity,

I couldn't care tuppence about serendipity!

Life is a craps game, a stage-play, a dance;

Life is a sap's game fate plans in advance!

Nippity-pippity, flippity-gibbity

I couldn't care tuppence about serendipity!

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Tags: serendipity

Also by M.C. Newberry:

PAYING THE PRICE | FLOODS | WHEN YOU WERE BORN | NIGHTMARE DEPARTURE | SWEET ALICE | OLD MAY | I LOVE HUMANITY, IT'S PEOPLE I CAN'T STAND | OLD BEFORE HIS TIME | YOU | REMEMBERING RONNIE BARKER | NOISY NEW NEIGHBOURS | SO BROKEN HEARTED - demo version | ANIMAL CRACKERS (aka "You Dirty Rat, Ewe!") | MAKING DO WITH MISERY | LINKING UP |

8 The Buddha Gun

Spare room stone floor cold

sweat shakes downfluid

she waits, breaking

sparring forceful monkwhispers

deep headholes gelled skull gapes

iris hush mercurian

let jesus in, between

give god the right, behind

wet leaf brain cruel mush

residue

frail days and furry nighthands

the hands of god in the silent sheets

she her lets the dove fly

soulgroome...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

7 The Drawing Of Lines | 6 Sweet Hallucine On The Dink Dark River | 5 Blue Mule | 4 Monk Discussion | 3 Prosthetic Leg Montage | 2 Venge | 1 Dis easy | Word Reverb | Cut The Phobium |

Its the memories....

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It is the Memories ...
 
Tomorrow he goes on to another stage.
He is 90 plus and feeling his age.
Sickness has taken its toll  on him
After years of survival, his body has given in.
 
But he has a daughter who is constant and true,
Who is always there to see him through.
Her devotion her love is all he needs
At this time when life recedes.
...

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Tags: Death,memories,prediction.

Also by Valerie Cook:

You Are.... | Awake and watchful |

THE ROLE.

 

anxiously

awaiting

her part

an actress

hears the

letterbox

clung

 

tearing

a fat

envelope

asunder

she scans

for text

 

afterwards

she smiles

further

explanation

not needed

 

primly tightclench

it began

 

please read on

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Also by Philipos:

NOW AND THEN. | AWAKENING. | TIME LORD. | FLASHBACKS. | NIGHT SIGHTS. | NOT GUILTY AS CHARGED. |

Dream

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(Time for a dirty one!)

 

 

I woke excited this morning.

You know, excited down there;

I’d dreamt of us being together,

Aroused by the scent of your hair.

 

We walked hand-in-hand so slowly

Soaked to the bone by the rain

Its rivulets streamed down your forehead

We laughed and were twenty again.

 

The street turned into a bedroom

So s...

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Also by John Coopey:

Quelle Surprise! | Flora | Justin | The Charge of the Light Brigade | Worth a Try | Charity Marathon Row | Platform | Serendipity and Happenstance |

No Title

How do you write poetry?

I don't know, haven't got a Scooby Doo.

Although a teacher once told me the words you use

Should rhyme and stick together like glue.

But I haven't got the time or

The intonation to think like that.

My mates would think I'm a right ......Ball and Bat.

 

One lady suggested that we should work together

Using the Free Style Rhythm metho...

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Also by Mike Hilton:

Maternal Beacon | SPIRIT | OVER BY CHRISTMAS? | GIVE IT BACK | COUNTING |

Shopping List Edit - Part 2

(NB: the dumbarse formatting doesn't show unless you click on it to read it)

 

beans

sausage

honesty

tomatoes

chocolate orange

eggs

bread

integrity

lentils, red and green

spuds

love

olive oil

pizza

mushy peas  

cous cous

happiness

jasmine rice

shampoo

faith

milk

carrot cake

veggie country pie

butt...

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Also by Laura Taylor:

Prose Upon The River | Ode to a Dictionary | Stationary | Dyscalculia | Leaving Home | S.E.R.E.N.D.I.P.I.T.Y. |

Growing up

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In a long ago time when the world was fine and the sun shone every day.

Where the grass grew green and the air blew clean there was always time to play.

Then falls from trees and fresh scraped knees where just one part of life.

As meal times passed we survived the fast untouched by any strife.

When football games were played in frames until dusk wrap it's cloak.

A sti...

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Also by Christopher Dawson:

Goodbye |

The Tint Of His Vision

 

He sobbed as he took her back into his hoping arms,
while we all pondered just exactly what were her charms,
not her shrilling voice - for that had been agreed by us all,
nor her drunken dances, when we would oft see her fall.
 
The worries we had were about the lenses which were used
to keep pink there in the picture while he was being so abused,
as she flau...

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Tags: Pimp

Also by Dave Dunn:

Stark Distillation | CCTV | Deep Recession | Good Dreams, Bad Dreams | The Myth Of The Perfect Man | Brothers Right Enough | The Day Of Sense | The Kissing Game | The Unknown Child |

If I Only Had The Words

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Trapped inside my brain

Ten thousand fledglings wait

Each sparkling with hope

Within this hopeless state.

 

In their unfettered world

They jostle to be free,

Yet one by one the flame is gone –

They shrink and die in me.

 

Oh! Womb of future past

Where birth pains sear,

Ambitions fear

And Creativity

Disappears,

 

In darkest nig...

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Also by Yvonne Brunton:

Gulf War Special | The Kiss | The Photograph | The White Line Factory |

PERIOD OF CHANGE

Heightened emotion, lowered devotion

The body invaded, the senses pervaded

By tensions and fears, confusion and tears

Red mist is falling, the "Russians are calling"

To occupy state, let's hope they're not late

 

Life's blood ebbs away, day by day

Captured at source, as a matter of course

Female frustration, male isolation

Monthly mutation across every natio...

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Also by Tony Hilton:

FOR THE COMMON GOOD | COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE | WE'RE NOT ALONE | POLITICAL INCORRECTNESS | LIFE GOES ON | CAUGHT SHORT WITH A THOUGHT | IT'S ONLY A GAME |

Rain Drop Melody

Rain drops drip

On dustpan lids

Drip drop, drip drop

Creating a rhythm

With every splash

Trickling down flower petals

On window pane

Moving smoothly

Following their own beat

Making people feel

Hear

And look at their beauty

Even if people moan

They cannot stop

The drip drop, drip drop

Raindrop beat

 

 

 

 

 

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Technical Hitch

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Open file.

 

There has been a sighting, it is a high priority alert,

We have launched an immediate investigation into the incident,

He is on a dark edge, she has too much cuteness,

Refer them to the compatible relationship facilitator.

 

She does not click onto his love icon, she needs a reorientation course,

He wants to take her heart into stewardship, so that...

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Also by :

By a Mountain Stream | Lament for the World (Part 2; Ending) | Lament for the World (Part 1; Designation) |

Poem for my Dad

Poem For My Dad

 

 

In the deepest darkest recess of the mind

The saddest memory is there to find

 

There’s nothing more to say except I miss you Dad,

We had our time together, good and bad

And many differences, we had

 

After all, you were a man who got an apple and an orange for Christmas

And I was a lad who began the biggest record collection...

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Tags: dad,father

Also by Steve:

Death Comes Without Warning | The History of the World Part Four | Her Prisoner of War. |

Ruby Like a Blood Red Flower

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Down beneath the grasslands swaying

Beside the rivers rush and roaring

Growing there a blood red flower

Round brown mice hearts a beating

Scatter beneath the grasslands swaying

Beside the rivers rush and roaring

Where woodland nymphs spin yarn a golden

Weave golden webs from tree to tree

Come t...

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The cruet set

 

I never really knew my mother’s father.

All I remember: tuft of nostril hair,

spied from sitting on his knee; and a hoard

of half-hidden threepenny pieces

slipped into a sandpit outside the lido.

 

In pictures he looks a kind, fair man.

Worked for his only firm from 16 to 61.

Received a wedding cruet set in 1922,

inscribed "from members and friends"...

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Tags: Family silver

I Would not change a thing. And I'd give u my didgets if I thought it mattered, Laughing yeah. Hint hint let me know, THis one of my last!

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Also by :

Chip Away | (untitled) | The tears are for my boy. | Just going with the flowing. | Just a click away. | (untitled) | (untitled) | The Jezabelly | blah blah blah | Febuary | (untitled) |

Poetry is my Legacy

 

 

Written 14th February 2012

 

 

When the last paragraph of the story of my life

Has been reached

When the last full stop is written

Once the book is closed

The lights will be turned off

And that will be the end of the show

 

Those poems I wrote

Over the years

Hopefully will stand the test of time

Be read by young and old eyes

...

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Tags: Poetry is my Legacy Sinclair Azubuike Farrell Poem

Also by Sinclair Azubuike Farrell:

Writer's Block | The Bogeyman Has Gone Forever | Everybody is Out to Make Money |

Blake Hall, Mirfield

Where is that nursery window?
Cunliffe, Martha and Mary
threw Anne's writing-desk onto the lawn
after spitting in her workbag.

Is the table in the corner
the one that Anne tied her charges to
much to the chagrin of her employer?
Silence hovers in the room.

In the orchard and kitchen garden
I can sense the bones of moles and magpies
trapped and tortured by Master Cunliffe,
...

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Medicine

 

 

My neighbours battle constantly:

She slaps him with ugly pig

And he uppercuts back -

Fat bitch.

 

Sometimes when they start

I turn off the radio

So that I can tune in

To their violence.

 

I don’t understand

How two people would want

To share the same space,

To eat and sleep together.

 

Tonight there is a truce:

I...

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Also by mike watts:

Saving Private Hayton | And still no change | Night Terror |

We Go Together (Chants from Walkabouts - 9)

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Poem/song 109 of 230:  WE GO TOGETHER

(TUNE:

C E G E C E G E
E G E E E
C E G E C E G E
E G E E E
C E G E C E G E
E G E E E

G A B B A G A G
B A G A G
C A B B C A B B
C A B B C A B B
B A G A G
B B A G A G)

Does a mortar need a pestle?
A curry a grind?
Does a monsieur need a madame?
An ooh need two la’s?
Does a work-bee need some pollen?
And flowers a bee?

Y...

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Also by David Franks: Walkabouts Verse:

The Mersey at Didsbury (Chants from Walkabouts - 10) | Fondly and Vividly (Chants from Walkabouts - 11) | Entrée (Chants from Walkabouts - 12) |

Carniverous

 

Carnivorous

 

 

People in glass houses should not throw stones!

But I find myself thrown,

Thrown like lamb to lion

But that’s how it is,

That’s how it always is when

Suffering the purgatory of born lowest,

Lowest of low.

 

You start your day with all manners

Of optimism; keen, eager, ready to take

On the all - selfish gods besto...

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Tracing Their Footsteps

 

Respecting somebody takes time 
for disappointment follows their every step 
as we watch them accomplish  
what we dream of doing 
and admire their achievements, 
which fuel our own desire to be like them.  
We long to stand right beside them 
and show our respect and admiration 
for who they are 
and what they’ve done, 
turning our bac...

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Tags: Oscars

My Next Poem...

This poem is not technically speaking my next poem.

However, it would have been-

if you had seen me writing my last poem,

you see my next poem will be the one I write after this one-

if you sort of know what I mean?

 

But it won't be my next poem when I'm actually composing it,

it will then be my current poem,

of course this poem would then become my last poem.

...

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Tags: My Next Poem

Also by Graham Robinson:

Love or Just Lust... | Togetherness... | I Think | Now Broken |

Untitled

This girl doesn't love me
anymore than I love myself.
I bet she can't even remember my name.
I'd be surprised if she was
even interested in learning it.
She just wants to spend the night
examining my foreskin,
or turning me in circles,
trying to find the seam
where God sewed me up.

Somewhere beyond this day,
there are lovers next to white beaches,
about to walk barefoot ...

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Day 13 |

Domination

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I’m NOT a French maid

Gurlz Brigade

Cock-a-hoop

Betty Boop

Round a pole

Slow control

Dirty talk

Sleazy walk

Big whack

Long mack

Nasty nylon frillies

Over-priced for sillies

Leather basque

Weirdo mask

No ‘pain’

No ‘rain’

I’m sane! Don’t complain!

You may scoff

Tell me off

Turn to porn

Well what a yawn!

...

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Also by Solar:

Wanted | A Hairy Womans Fortunate Experience |

Devaluation

We won the war in 1944

Me and Jubb sang that coming back from school

then bought our rocks at The Bonbon shop:

Fruit Pastilles, Gobstoppers, Pineapple Chunks.

 

We never pinched from the Bonbon shop

because Mr Bonbon would let you off

if you didn’t have enough dough.

One morning we heard him say to a bloke

It makes you wonder who won the war

 

Ge...

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Also by :

The Father of American Psychiatry | Remembrance of Things Pissed | The Big Chill | February | Ten Miles Too Long | Fame | Suture |

Fashion Womble

I am a fashion womble, ‘cause I like to find

clothes that the everyday folk leave behind

in charity shops. They’ve got quite a range

the vintage, the bargain, the oddball and strange:

 

Chenille turtlenecks that are falling to pieces,

stonewashed Wranglers with turn-ups and creases,

a Hellbunny dress that won’t fit round the middle,

a gabardine coat that s...

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Tags: comedy,fashion

Also by Donna Scott:

Love is The Stig |

Walk Through Rain

I cut across the square

Toward warm light

Reflected in stone.

My perseverance through persistence

Draws a line to the vanishing point of purpose.

 

Light on the pavement

Each footfall Played teasingly

On the diffusion of light.

 

This I remember as a recalling

Years ago and with the rain clouding my mind.

 

Reinforcement, the image I made I...

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Meridian Lines

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Meridian Lines
 
I have been opening the meridian lines
Gathering knowledge 
Stretching the lines of communication like the marks on my hips
 
Gaining greater understanding,
 of who the hell I may actually be
 
I am collecting all the pieces of myself
Bits from here and there
I am putting them back together again
with tiny much needed ...

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Tags: contemporary,free form,free verse,poetry

Also by BT:

Underwater Creature | Candy Apple Love | Joan of Arc | Questions I Never Asked | Sugar Revolution | She Knows | Falling Colors | Immortality | Some Times I Change My Mind | Your Aquiantance | Broken Crystals | Super Hero | A Ribbon Cut As Red As my Heart | Vapor | Fireflies in Glass Jars | Clemency |

ThePoetry Spoke Open Mic poetry night- Guests- Graham Robinson - Petrova C Fairhurst

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'ThePoetry Spoke'

Great poetry and acoustic music night-

This Tuesday Night - 28th February - 8pm!

 

La Gondola

22a Liscard Crescent

Wallasey- The Wirral

CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)

Check us out in the gig guide and view the photo- we're the venue/wine bar that has all the ivy going on lol.

 

Our Guest Poet

WOL poet and ...

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Also by Chris Co:

Chelsea Zen Buddhist Haiku |

The Cellist

 

They think they know her as she bends over,

her cheek stroking the spruce of pine,

the tufts of her hair, static – dreams wafted in the near space

of suggestion.

They cross their legs and lean into each other –

eyes forward, slight with whispers, presumptions -

they know the program, and have bought the ticket;

they wrote the music, and metered the love.

...

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Also by Marianne Daniels:

The Whale's Mouth | Painting Consciousness | The Crow and the Allotment | Dune |

This Current Economic Climate

This Current Economic Climate

The unknown

The feared

The fear

Grows when allowed

Society

This society

Burrowing its venem

Deep

Deep, deep

Those that can’t pay don’t

And the bill becomes larger and larger

And their pockets become smaller and smaller

Then their houses get tinier

Then they lose them

And their sleeping blankets have no...

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Tags: economy,Life,Politics

Lido

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Highgate Women’s Pond We are fair feather swimmers, lucked out on sunshine dipping down among the moorhens and the mandarin ducks. Remember the house we shared, the book we all read - from The Women’s Press - ‘Steaming Ahead’ - picture of an iron on the spine. It was called Three Ply Yarn, told the stories of women’s lives, how they combine, pull apart and coinci...

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Cove

 

The chisk of shale beneath wet boots

rasps my ears, and then

vanquished

by the inshore squall

falls silent.

Squealing gulls take the baton up

and plummet low

to peck my scalp,

I turn as if pursued

by sea thieves, but

find none there.

This is a reckless place

hostile battleground

to the daily war of

sand and surf and scavengers

...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Qatada | Essencia | Muse |

Beyond the Window

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Selflish self promotion but this is a not to missed event for fans of Bush and McCluskey so that when they have their rightful International fame you will be able to say: "I saw Bush and McCluskey before they were famous". Oh, and there will be great supporting poetry from Rose Drew, Pauline Kirk, John Gilham and Edd Caine.

 

All at the Lion and Lamb, 7pm, 4 High Petergate, York - and ...

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MY OLD WHITE SPACE SUIT

I must have passed this attic door

Framed in its mist of quietness

A thousand times,

I wonder what it was

That this time made me pause –

Accept the invitation –

And come in.

 

So far

This journey

Through nostalgia -country

Has been sweet,

Past the old rocking horse

(My first addiction)

The red tricycle

Upon which

Trailing

...

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Tags: SERENDIPITY COMP

Also by :

PATIENT BETTY |

A trip to the Supermarket

 

A  Trip to the Supermarket

I’m shopping in my lunch break and I only have an hour,

I’m whizzing round the supermarket; all I need is flour,

But then I buy some extra bits to make my shopping last,

I pick up speed down aisle three; I’m running pretty fast,

My trolley is quite heavy, so I park it down the aisle,

I collect butter, milk and loo roll, and I star...

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Tags: bespoke poetry,humorous verse,Jan Jack

Also by Jan Jack:

A Contemporary Romance |

Block

Hi everyone and welcome once again to my poetry blog.

 It's been a while since I last posted which I apologise for but it's been a crazy few months.

 I have a new one for you today which is written about a subject we can all sympathise with, the dreaded  writers block. Some say it's a myth some live by it and for others it just happens from time to time. I also apologise in advance t...

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Tags: block,writers block

Night Terror

 

Insomnia! .... I need some sleep 
Yet from the blessed covers peep
To silhouette upon the wall
And shadows cast by bugger all 
 
All hue of woes converge hereto
In blackest robe the night freak flew
As perfume jars displace and crack
whilst all imagined ills attack
 
The scent of death and rotting flesh
The fluttering of the curtain mesh
...

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Also by stephen j stirk:

He Aint Heavy He's My Mother | Selling Poetry (A Practical Guide) | Newbie Poet (been around the block a few times) |

Trev's USA Tour 2011

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22.04.11: This was the last poem I would write before I got to New York, it had been a long tiring drive and my inspiration had gone so I concentrated on enjoying my tour, but nothing could have prepared me for what would happen there. I wrote a journal of the trip just in case inspiration would strike when I got home so far it hasn't.

 

Through the fog and the rain time to hit the roa...

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Also by Trev the Road Poet:

Trev's USA Tour 2011 |

There's More to Me

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There's more to me

than what

they see.

 

Some see the

real me.

Some only

the facade.

 

Some think

I'm nice,

some think I'm odd.

 

Some think

I'm a dork.

 

My emotions

stuffed in a

bottle and

sealed with a cork.

 

There's mor...

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Tags: self image,what others think

Also by Shirley Smothers:

In Times of Trouble |

the pins don’t work

 

i had hoped

you’

      died

that the pins

i’

d

stuck

killed          you

 

the pins

don’t work

 

pink

black

       or

blue

you

 

still wander

larger

        than

life

spreading

callous

cruelty

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Also by Glyn Pope:

sincerely folks | (untitled) |

Can You Hear The People Sing?

They dwell in strange rooms
the murky recesses of affordability
barely buildings, bedrooms with sinks
chair pushed up against the door
flakes of lives flung everywhere
A curtain, a quilt - who can really say?

A bare bulb hangs in an open window
no shade inside from day or night
Still lives go on; the rudimentary,
ramshackle, clutching at homeliness
the need for shelter unites us all
A hotel, a shed - who...

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[Petals On] A New Dawn Rose

 A new dawn rose,

and I with it.

 

Soft pink petals, dew-dropped,

woke me up

and saying hello,

unfolded for me.

 

Transcendent moment.

 

The flower blossomed:

it was enticing me,

beckoning.

 

An iridescent pearl

formed from within,

a single drop

caressing the lip.

 

It looked at me,

reflecting me,

calling ...

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Also by Richie Muster:

Bloody Travesty! | Neverever | A HANDFUL OF DUST/ CUMAEAN SYBIL |

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