A Mozart Afternoon

Rather than beshrew with a stake drove

Beating through her immortal blood-welling heart

I took her uptown to a nosey French café


She sat fiddling with her crisp pale napkin

Under the checkered table cloth

And noticed not a thing

As they all looked past us among the mountain scenery

And the chef personally replenished her plate

Every thirty minutes  


I cared...

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Naivety On A Walk | Not Home No More | Aces Always Guilt-black | Hats on Faces In A Street |


I reach and cut a round hole in a square piece of card

and hang it on my wall, for all of mine to see

name it 'despair', that part of me, that

proceeds to extinguish all that touch,

frightens insects from the white

surface, scratched cold

barren, bereft.


But as, by whim

my friends they visit, I'm

found laughing at the trinket, how

and why this reason flew and se...

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Tags: 2014

Also by David Blake:

This Town | Palisade | Late Night Special |

The Night Battle

The time

Was opportune.

My members all had mutinied,

Gone traitorous,


Their mandate from the will,

And the will stood

A lonely sentinel



Behind my eyes

The minds limbs had grown gaunt,



And through all

The Simmoom of a desiccating want

Ceaselessly parched.



Were a call to combat.



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after Philippe Jaccottet


In the high air the swifts are circling.

Higher still the invisible stars

are circling too. Let day withdraw

to the earth's limits, those fires

will reappear above a stretch

of dark sand.

                     And so we inhabit  

a world of distances, of movement,

where the heart is drawn

from the tree to the bird, from birds


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Also by David Cooke:

The Swan | Red Kites | Before the Storm | Village Life | The Burghers of Calais | In Search of Lost Time |

When peace is no longer under threat

For safely passing
A pitch-dark evening
Under His protective wing,
Praise to the Almighty
Birds sing every morning,
What a nice thing!

Whenever men broken pray
God's omniscient ray
Their problem melts away!
Though unforgettable such a day,
Soon human-beings forget
A prayer to say!
Why should men thanksgiving forget
When peace is no longer under threat?

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Tags: A happy thanks giving to writeoutloud members

Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Tight rope | Revamped | The survival of the slickest | Teacher | Quite strange | Back to square one | A balm | The incident I never forget | Lacerating is the pain | Love | Dust | Have you visited your brother in need ? | Lovely |

Good grief!

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Here we are again

somewhat reluctantly

exaggerating our sympathies

in this sinless,sunless

incensed last stop

for the dead


trying to outdo

each others

sad facial expressions.

Soundlessly mouthing

the first of many

long winded hymns,

being dutifully lead

by the Vicars

Heavenly aimed voice

booming out

with an overbearing volume.


Then co...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Balletomania | head the ball | little man BIG! | where ARE those zzzzzzzzzz's !!?? | War?-UGH!-YEAH!-what IS it good for?-absolutely fuckall! | Out of nowhere | Rock | Mr.Bond-can I borrow your license? | Truly not Julie | Reconciliation | Raining in the changes | Poor payback for a soul soldier |

black ghettoes

Black Ghettoes

So now they are burning down small shop

they use daily use in rightful anger.

 The police are mostly white in a black neighbourhood

which does not goes down well

 Bloody guns you may say, but everyone is armed.

But my thought was of the poor black people which

now have to go a long way to shop, since it appears

they burnt down their own cars too.

It seem...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

not socially inclined | An afternoon in November | Yule/christmas | Jesuitta | Jesus and other Levantine | History Lesson | a note for you | tanka | love affair | the man who sold his soul | the erudite and the bible | Batteri | Batteri | Tamco | the illegitimate child | let down | poetry by numbers | tanko | tanko | big waves | mountains and generals |



Advent is here.  The tree’s up,

The nights begin to freeze up,

And everywhere

The staff prepare

To have their Christmas knees up.



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Also by Gareth Glyn Roberts:

Advent | Tesco Ignore | text | So You Want To Be Happier? | My Knee |

Dowry, or shall we call it voluntary gift

Your mother called up my mother

and asked if I would be 'bringing" something with me

when we got married.

My mother asked your mother if she was asking for dowry

to which your mother replied, oh no I am talking voluntary gifts

for my entire family, and friends and yes, cash would be welcome

and gold too, and clothes for about 21 people.

And yes, furniture, a television set, an...

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Also by Preeti:

Changing Times | Duties | Drawn to you | Poetry | Tell me | Memories | You will be missed! | Perfect Perfection | Bitter fruit |

While bar propping

With pounding heart

shaking hand

and nervous smile,

I pass a fancied guy

the cigarette he asks me for.

And in that instant,

my too high expectation

falls flat.

Because,as he opened his mouth,

the words-

'would you like to go to bed with me'

did'nt come out

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Also by Rose Casserley:

rsvp | Manoeuvres | Misdoings of ago | Impacted | Nemesis | Hang ups | Dreambird | Candle | Invisible irritation | Let | Liquidities | Foundations | Hypothesis | gentility | no more Ta-DaH's! | Envisagement of my own putrifying disassembly | Dazzling | Prince of apron strings | Inflictions | Flip sides | Lover of laziness | Somewhere perfect in nowhere | Fighting against a misconception |

when you leave,it all remains

The strength that comes in With the desires in the heart Expectations break the mirage Of the dream's picture paintin' Hold on to it something whispers The heart pounds when it sees The reality,the beauty, It's a dream,walk in clouds slippers It's a confusion,should i believe? It's true or not. Your picture that i painted,i can't heave Put it safe,somewhere away,and safe a lot. T...

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Tags: memories,poetry

The Sea

The sea...

My lovely bold sea...

She's bleeding...bleeding profundly!

No, they can't make an entry there..try try..hard enough!

The fault can not be blamed on anyone,

The glory to be named on everyone...they do smile on the prophecies, in a good way!

Tame the sea and she will be yours,

But, who has understood the flow of current....can be in any direction!

Through your sto...

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Also by Rims:

For Truths and Beliefs |

My Bullet

Forgive me please, my sins, I beg, for I

Am not the glorious hero that they claim;

For I am one who dares to reason why.


They spoke of honour, courage, do-or-die;

They showed me how to shoot, to kill, to maim.

Forgive me please, my sins, I beg, for I


Am no brave lion, no matter how I try.

Returning home I feel somehow to blame,

For I am one who dares to reason w...

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Tags: WW1

Poem: God Within

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Though Life can be extremely difficult
and experiences can deeply traumatize us,
we can learn to control how we respond -
as demonstrated by our Lord, Christ Jesus.

For He alone is the hope of our glory;
when we show genuine, jubilant enthusiasm,
we naturally exhibit that “God is within”;
thus, we’re able… to bridge sin’s chasm.

This separation from God can be overcome
with ...

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Tags: christian poetry,faith. breunig,God Within,poetry

Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:

Poem: Transforming Power | Poem: Toxic Doctrines | Poem: Intellectual Postulations | Poem: These Earthly Things | Poem: Vastness of the Kingdom | Poem: Oasis | Poem: Chaff Removal | Poem: The Full Beauty of Thee | Poem: And God Spoke! | Poem: Embryonic Ideal |

My take on Nick Drake.

(Don't be entirely put off by the first part, it's not all about me instead.)


Who needs posthumous acclaim?

You want all the trappings of fame while you're still around

to enjoy them. To achieve this by any means, I've tried to

employ them.

But like Nick I've always come a cropper; getting  properly

done over by an evil fate. It's hard to wax lyrical when you're


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Tags: Mike Oldfield,Nick Drake,River Man,Syd Barrett,the gods,ultimate spinach

Also by Phil Fletcher:

'10 Stars For Camp.' | Hyperbole. | PRIVACY. | Mighty microbes and viruses. | Rubbish chute-size chunks of human flesh. |

Morning, Neighbors

2 houses over

past jealous backyards

brilliant sun bathes their backdoor.

Dalmatian gallops and rolls, cuts like a quarter horse

lathers its spots with sun.


Morning sun shirks neighbor in between

til all the leaves left on his boughs

decide to tumble.


I’m denied the sun by too close neighbor to my right

-- who diligently pries acorns fallen

deep between ...

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Also by Tim Wright:

No Matter, New Jersey | Why Sitting Matters | Wake Up Calls | Morning's Moon | Work Day's End |

Scaling Ayers Rocks (2004)


Blood diamonds dripping from my neck and wrist
It’s hard to see through your frosted ice, snow and mist
She’s showing off her rock like it means something
It could be a cola ring-pull or a piece of string
“Eternity rings are for when you get eterned” -
That’s a lesson in love that I have learned
De Beers marketing man set in stone - it’s true
That I work for 2 months to sa...

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Also by cbyrne:

Tunisian Holiday | My Main Regret | Art | My Romantic Poems |

Silver and tin


And for you

Who don't see
The dark
Behind the
I tip 
My hat 
It would be
A thing
To see
Behind the shadows
And not think
It a trick
Of the mind
We were
You see
In darkness
For a time
We were happy 
Yet now
We've been given
A glimpse
Of something 
And though 
We ...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

The sums of life | Tricks of the mind | Snow White | Sometimes |

All For Love

All For Love


Love is not your hope,

Love, is not the dope that brings tranquil waters,

Love, is not kicking fuck,

Out of the partner seeking to destroy your heart,

Love, is not to celebrate retaliatory abuse,

When protecting your own children,


We only know it to be false,

Love never, makes a man

Humble at the caress and the touch,

Love, is alwa...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

The Devil Be In Our Ignorance | Waking Moments | No-one Really Understood Until the Blood Sapped From Their Face! | Seasons of Blood and Humanity's Cloth |


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The rain has fallen down for twenty hours
from a dead sky of slate and granite hews,
dampening the walls of urban towers.

Cobbled streets the colour of an old bruise,
tyres rattle over pothole dark drains,
counterpoint to some distant splashing shoes.

The day cast in monochromatic stains
as water forms itself into a lake
that eddies into inner city lanes.

A passing car cre...

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Tags: homelessness,rainfall,richpix,streets,Terza Rima form,urban living,wet

Also by Ian Whiteley:

Last Orders | A Tree In The Elephant's Graveyard | Philae Shakes The Hand Of God | Wounded | An Unexpected Ghost In The Yorkshire Post |



In silence
eyes peer from
tears in pumpkin skin,
mulched November
sweets left in a storing
The love is gone,
two poets
eaten of their romance,
blueberry lips from
sore and rough kisses.
He left with a telegram
from the BBC
while She stirred up
in sour light,
rhubarbs ploughed by
her father’s moon.


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Candle burning with a blow.

Birthday sex
Happy eating cake,
bought with money 
while standing on a 
candle burning 
a blow. 

Lady light high 
half white 
young eyes. 

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Also by Danny Metcalfe:

The Marching Kingdom. | The moon's fame, child of the sun. | Pséf̱ti̱s. (Short story) |

Anti-Smoking Project

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Hello all

As you know, we are thinking about making a poetic contribution to an anti smoking campaign in Heaton Norris. Aside from the obvious health issues, there is also the problem of people tossing dimps out of upstairs windows of high rise flats.

Here is the email by Naomi Whitman, the Creative Media Centre Project Manager:

'We’re still in very early stages of the project at the mo...

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Tags: Anti-smoking

Also by Stockport WoL:

November Collage Poem: Organs | Linda's Link |

Onion rings

Now I have a thing for onion rings

the roundness and batter

Oh my heart sings


reminds me of polos

but softer and bigger

glad they are not minty.

I hear you snigger


But with my rings and a mayo dip

I close my eyes

Off I go on my trip


To the land of onion rings

floating though the loops


swimming through the rings

Marching with onion ...

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Also by Quiet Comet:

Blackball | Stake of the heart | 5 years |

the question is the answer?

I walk with a purpous God is waiting for me to unearth this Being inside see; I'm living lively but not inside me, I've allowed temptation to take it's roots in a place that God had sworn to protect I swear I wasn't a reject I just needed to find the time to reset, a recess, I've been robbed of my autobiographical pretext I been stuck in play but just wanted to see next, chapter quiz or is this a...

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Eternal Infancy

No matter how many years are added to my life,

I will always be a child.

For in Your presence- it is all I can be.

Though infancy is not to my memory

I can feel it overwhelm me as though it is all I have ever known

Grabbing for Your pinky,

Drawing nearer and nearer to You,

At the approach of all that is new

Of all that is strange

Of all that troubles me

Gazing with u...

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Tags: child of God,christian poetry,eternal infancy,God's love,Heavenly Father,relationship with God

Also by Deanna M:

Stone Among Clay | A Noun in White Open Space |


Why did I attend that event, Why did I even talk to you

At the verge of cursing the day I met you

Warm memories gashed through my mind

Rushing through my heart

I smiled


I regret meeting you.


Did I not enjoy your company

 We made endless promises to each other

Holding hands, sharing secrets in the park, strolling by ...

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The Door

-the ramblings of another young girl-


  My whole life I have had this wall,

it has protected me from the inevitable fall.


  But then with three tiny words,

that wall was torn down

by my new favorite sound.

and I knew that with your beautiful voice 

whispering to my soul,

I was no longer bound.


  With my protective wall 

now lying ...

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Also by .L.m.P.:

Tears of agony and pain.. |

Beautiful creatures


In our world of innocence and light,
We live amongst demons and sinners,
In our world of silence and comfortableness',
We have lost, and they become winners,

But we are the beautiful creatures,
The timeless souls of verse,
We can nourish and feed ourselves,
In our script we self immerse,

We can make all the bad disappear,
And write of a life surreal,
But alas our open hearts fail...

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Also by tina:

I died inside | The Shame | The top of the world |

Body Trap

The shallow grave sank.
A quantity of gasses, liquids, soft tissues
the earth above

Stolen vegetables in belly
(motives for the killing)
along with her eyes
along with her skin
into one subsidence.

Still buried were the snapped spine,
scream-splayed jaws
and claws that grasped at crushing bars.

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Also by Alex Smith:

Last butterfly of 2014 |

Count to five

Just a bit of fun...

'Breathe in deep and count to five'
are things that can be done
Especially when you're twenty
And you're living with your mum...

'Move your shoes' 'Comb your hair'
'You can't go out like that'
Mum although I LOVED those times...
I thought we'd got through that.

A time for chats and sharing tales
about my childhood that has been
I fear for you it is the case

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Also by Fae:

Textures of shame | Bedtime |


that night, I woke and remembered 
wrapped in grief 
in the tangle of my sheets
I couldn't sleep 
I wound your old sweater round my neck 
sinking in 
breathing in the very scent of you

by the lake, gusts of wind stirred the leaves
the shivering trees
flashing lights from passing cars lit the shallows
shoals of ghostly fish slid by  
like traffic on a neon-lit motorway 

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Also by Judi Strega:

Validation | A Mother's Lament | The Outing | Suitcase | The 25th Floor | Tea Rooms |

Waiting for Nancy (XI)

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Sinking into a silent likeness
In the mist
Our 9th adventure
The day after the 8th again
Should have been
A lovely afternoon walk
Across the Roman lakes
In Marple
Near where my second girlfriend
Lived many years ago,

Should have been
A lovely train ride
All the way down
To Marple
And through Romiley
Where I would have relayed
My infamous stories
About the old forum there.


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Also by Gray Nicholls:

Excuse Poem | Waiting for Nancy (VIII) |

Talkin' late night, buy it now, extended warranty, consumer durable blues.

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Possibly the best comedy on TV is to be found late night/early morning on the shopping channels...if you've never watched then I suggest you take and evening out of your life and dedicate it to this pursuit.




 Last night a crazy dream came to me,

I dreamt I bought a comfortable settee.

When I sat down the very next day,

All the springs on the bottom gave way.

I gue...

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Tags: david wolfe waste of fucking time and money


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Poem 57 of 230:  MANCHESTER - A GIST

Sports, large warehouses and merchants are the gist -
    A centre for distribution and trade,
Plus making goods and services for this list;
    Well placed, in these, it seems, the future’s laid.

Oh - I should note the entertainment trade,
And that, from fruit and grain, fine foods are made.

(C) David Franks 2003; from - 

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It hurts when you want to help and believe...

Realising the reality of  "practice to deceive"...

The person with a dog and proffered cup -

The ingratiating smile that says "cough up".

Not quite sure of what is true,

Or whether the need is in them or you?





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Tags: beggar

Also by M.C. Newberry:



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There was a great ditch

And an avenue of trees

Leading directly

From the busy town

To the cemetery’s silence

Ornate gates sick with rust

Relics of grander times

When they marked the way

To ancient Plascrug

Back and forth we jumped

Across the weed choked water


There was a Scout Hut

Near a playground

A row of park benches

Where we s...

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Tags: Aberystwyth,David Subacchi,Liverpool Poets,poetry,Welsh Poets

A friend of a friend of a friend

After our morning paddle

and a thumbs up from Alfie

we played with cut-out paper dolls.

This is what makes me very British,

me too,

bah humbug!

it’s only taken two years.


© Graham Sherwood 11/2014

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Koan on Water | Ice and Dust | Pals (remembered) | Far South One2Five |


Ragged flags of steam astir
atop the flats and office blocks
and sudden flurries chased about
like edgy Lilliputian flocks…

…heat, by turns, a luxury
of ever-escalating cost,
and underfoot and overall
a flattering and fulgent frost…                     

…blanket upon blanket drawn
to necks in sanctuary beds,
and penetrating cold that renders
added layers...

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The Dream

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The following is a dream. In a small way I hope the ending comes true



My Mother, Sister, Brother and I check into a hotel room.

When we enter the room my Dad who passed away

almost five years ago is sitting on the bed.


We ask, "Daddy why are you here?" He says "I wanted to

see my family." We are overcome with emotion and hug

him. We are all talking at once.


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Tags: Dream,Family,Father


just enough

for 10 benson

and a scratchcard


my lucky stars


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Also by s black:

every man and his dog |

Beyond the Sub-conscious

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His fingers waken running through her hair
Only pulling back when she opens her eyes
Blinkered by the yellow sunset like flowers
Dropping consciously across the windowsill
Dangling on like fingers on a balcony
Tied up in invisible chains across derelict moods
Journeying beyond invisible emotions
Streaming conscious all over the place
Like totally mis-matched kissing
Beyond the sub-conscio...

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My Inner Child II

My inner child

Is like sunshine

She loves attention.


She loves it when

You do well

She has faith.


My inner child

Is confident

Is giving

Is kind

Is gentle.


She tries to be open

She tries to encourage

She doesn’t want to

Do you down.


Because then you

Might feel lonely, forgotten about



She says

She knows yo...

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Also by Natfastic:

My Inner Child | Trying | The Cathedral | All of Nature's Offerings | Laughter | I Have a Choice | Tentacles | Eating Elephants Whole with Chopsticks |

Run With Me


I still cant find you, looking around and you're not here. 

You're lost in this word, and Im here on my knees. 

Trying to get where I need to be, So that I'll be there when you find me. 

But until that time, I'll sit and wait, and hope tomorrow brings a brand new day. 

And maybe then, I'll get the chance, to look around and hold your hand. 

To see your face, to make you g...

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Tags: hope,love

'Can I read this out to you?' 'Noooooooo, I've got stuff to do.'

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Remember last night's tea

when you brought your girlfriend,

and you brought your friend?

And the dog was excited

because he loves it when you are all here

because I am so happy

and I'm like- superwomb?

And I got food delivered

and you were all relieved

because it can be touch and go

with my cooking                

and there was loads to go around


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Tags: care,family,flawed,fleeting moments,love,only human,take-away

Puppets on Strings







None our own devices

in any scheme of things


We all are but nothing

than puppets on strings


With advent designed

for a set time on stage


All expectedly ordained

impossible to rearrange


Often get manipulated

and to probable comply


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Tags: life's reflection

So and so

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"So" fronts each statement

and question

"So"s deployment needs

greater inspection

as its use is abundant

and grammatically redundant

add to that the rising inflection



words and foto T Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

as Robbie Burns said: | B ro ken m as onr y | The taste of below |


Working 9- 5, what a way to make a living. I hate those words Dolly sings.

Working in an office, I can’t put into words the misery it brings.


Boring old small talk, ‘Nice evening? Nice weekend? Nice lunch?

Listening to the office geek, you know the I.T guy you just wanna punch.


Checking the Daily mail website 72 times a day,

staring at the computer screen, hoping an ...

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Tin to mouth

Tin to feet

One jig to reel

enough to eat


Is he broken, broke, breaking

on the pavement by the station?

Is he played, paid, playing

to his own tune or to yours?


Tin to mouth

Tin to feet

Two jigs to reel

enough to eat


Do you jingle jangle shillings

in your pocket as you’re walking

past the tinsmith making

all th...

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Tags: richpix

Also by Laura Taylor:

Jigsaw |

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