Beyond the light

Beyond the light
we invoke demons
above the air
behind the wind
below the rain
I dispel the humming bird
Heavy, the heat is fleeing
colourful the spirits Beware!
The Knave never ends
translucent defiant
lost in broad daylight
an unreliable map
In whose eyes
the face in your mirror
grow old
while the world changed
We breathe glowing snakes
beside the spirits cold
I conjure the chi...

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Tags: demons,dreams,spirits

It Is Nothing

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But one single bullet, from barrel to throat,
Choked and opened the wounds of the world,
Unfurled in the seat of a phaeton,
Played on like the most tragic of tragedies,
Greek in essence but eastern in substance,
As Sophie wilts in the lap of Austria,
The blood racing fast to the carriage beneath,
It is nothing, he repeats, until the death knell chimes,
A single shot through the heart of a ...

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Tags: assassination,death,poem,remembrance,soldier,war,world war one,WW1,WWI

Also by Simon Austin:

Burning Books |

Having a place prepared

Looking at her

makes him smile

because she doesnt know

the sins he has committed.


Sins so dark

he knows

that it is not only

she who would

never forgive them

but also

Satan himself

who would not.


And he is unaware

that  a someone else

has been looking at him

while he

committed those sins.


A someone else

who in looking

at h...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Hippy recollections | Me'n'Him | Hot fuckers in the rye | In praise of an open window | integrations | Passing through Augusts country | Austerity measures? what austerity measures? | Allied | Waltz macabre | End flight | precursor to a violent future? | After the worrying stopped | Daddy BASTARD! BASTARD! | Dark poetess | flight | what goes around | blind dog | Insatiable earth | sorry Dad,but it's about you again! | A somewhere | There's a hole in my time net! | Gods mistake | Vertically communicating | Digging Dad | 'H' | Closure |

Saviour No More

I've tried to be a saviour one too many times

Tied myself in knots, pacing parking lots

Trying to find reasons to their rhymes

But now I realise it's not something that people crave -

To be savioured in some random stranger's way

People want to save their own damn day.

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Also by Natfastic:

House Faces | Delamere Forest | All Shook Up | Red Wine Devine | The Scalded Soldiers | Migration | Weathering Heights | If Pain Had No Beauty | Pickles and Porkpie | Dole Queue Blues | Darling - Please Don't Call Me 'Dear' | Traffic Jam | Ethereal | Let Me Out, Let Me In | I See You | Who am I? | God Knows I Try | Hedging Bets | Recurring Nightmare | Rain Dancers | The Customer's Always Right | Two Trees Bending | Unravelling |

Called away

O that we

should be so blessed

by the wondrous

albeit sad migratory flights

of seasonally ousted avians

high in the teasing

encumberance of clouds

plume ruffling winds

varying quotas

of other impeding elements.


with their inbuilt clevernesses

solace and sustenance

in foreign warmths.

Helping obliviously

to bond common admirations.


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Also by Solar:

reluctant sunbathing insomniac | Beautification to botheration | Lonely cottage night | Ale house parishioner | waffle merchant | Female mingers | comparisons | Midnight adulterer's | Centre of attraction | escapee | pit stops | In a plea to the Sun | symptom | Conjurings | Dildo's puppet |

I couldn't really say

I couldn’t really say that I was in love with you, because I was rather unsure,

But at the time of our dalliance,

I have never felt more on top of the world.

Previously nor after.

It’s just that no one has ever looked at me the way that you do,

Rather did, I suppose.

No one has ever made me the focal point of their admiration,

And you made me your focal point of every posi...

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Also by Felicity:

Begging for the Inevitable | I wrote about you | Far away, she wept | Her |

summer shower

Summer Shower


Suddenly this afternoon the sun did not shine

on to the floor like limelight showing dancing dust

instead it got bland I looked out and it rained.

Took my shirt off walked out and stood enjoying

the cooling showers.  What is good often turns and

 becomes painful; I shivered gone was the sense of

joy I first had when remembering summers of so

long ago, ...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

Grumpy morning | (untitled) | wonder drug | Yearning | Morning has Broken | Treasure Hunter | children of war | tears of shame | This Parrot | the parrot | Behind mount sinai | corrosion | Utopia | contemplation | culture | flower pots | an echo from the sea |

4 Years on and still going strong !

Wakefield's longest continuously running multi-disciplinary literary arts workshop sessions hosted by Destiny Poets will be 4 years old come September. Recently re-styled " writers " to better reflect its purpose and participants linked to  " Writers " at Destiny Poets' successful online International Community of Poets, the first Tuesday of the Month sessions continue as normal at the upstairs F...

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Also by Destiny Poets:

And The Show goes On ! |

Superstar DJs vs Supersize PJs

(I know which one I think serves the most purpose to supersize people.)


Moving home, at times, is vitally necessary, if it means

saving your life for instance; though physically and psychologically

it's the absolute pits. Living in the very heart of Hell's Ville for the

past 3.5 years has had me in bits; a place as harsh, cold and unforgiving

as Isis-controlled Iraq, with the...

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Tags: female circumcision.,Isis,nazis

Also by Phil Fletcher:

IMPATIENCE. | Felix Dennis Is Dead. | Good Golly Ms Dolly. |

Her Ivory Skin

Her ivory skin I ne’er saw nor touched

She being very real appeared to me

On a screen of black and white sound;

A mere photograph moving

Coerced by the lightest of dark magic


I have seen her as many characters

I have seen her and grown old

When I was a child her thin limbs and black hair

Attracted me in each role


Against her I am but a disgrace to my gender


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Also by Pity-Poetry :

window dreaming | pink clouds not from a dream | lipstick sick | a cinematic beauty | gear shift lady in black | not clean enough for the cleanly | here's to not looking at you | selling ourselves | ate my heart | from the other side of the garage door | what the grass couldn't do for me | shit for a penny |

Welcome Home

In a dull old place a dead old face

Reads the regional news

Tells you it'd be better

If it weren't for the weather

And the Pakis and the Jews


You're bored to tears with your rent arrears

And general lack of money

Though when you asked for a job

Some greasy old slob

Said there's no work round here sonny


Well you take a drag at a badly rolled fag

And try ...

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As I stepped in to my dress today

You told me I was beautiful

For the first time in my life

I believed it.


I love you, my son.

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Tags: true love

Also by Helen Elliott:

Freedom Sky (Haiku) | Fifty Shades...... | Summer Hues | A Lover's Touch | MH17 | To Love In The Summer Rain | Ode To Eva | A Letter To Mother | Creatives Collide | Rainbow |

Auntie Rose


Auntie Rose
lived next door to us
here in Southwick.
Twenties flapper hat
Twenties clothes
Twenties shoes was 1964.
Faded, but still glamourous.
Retired buyer
for Debenhams of Brighton.
Never married.
Every Tuesday
after primary school
I'd go round for tea.
Tinned herring roes on toast
Cheese and onion crisps
a game of snap
then home to bed.
Every Tuesday
I'd ...

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Tags: family,loss,world war one

Also by Attila the Stockbroker:

Latest huge batch of gigs! Posted 14 July 2014 |

Tone of Life

Life - like the sound of a bell

Bold at first but fades to a whisper

Who would be the one to tell

Perhaps a mother brother or sister,


Past your peak and gone to seed

Your realisation is sudden it would seem

Most of life sat in thought

Just idle dreams of what could have been,


The recognition of this phase of being

Propells you forward with purposeful meaning


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Tags: life

Also by Paul Letch:

Unravelled | The last Act | Skid row | The Journey |

15 short short poems for heatons twaiku

NB. There maybe more of these but i am busy for a bit now.. These were wrote for Heatons Twaiku (


1 - 9 were done on 26 July 2014

10 - 15 were done on 27 July 2014 (Blog updated) 



Buried in borrowed light 
You're glad you are wearing glasses 
walking home in the darkness


Catching dreams 
You reflect on your youth

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Also by Andy N:

Exile |

WEEKLY WAV 71 OF 230: ME AT 33

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Poem 71 of 230:  ME AT 33

Gandhi-glasses with twelve-years of wear,
    Clubfoot, slight scoliosis, thin hair;
I have a goatee, am built quite lean,
    And in golfing-clothes I’m mostly seen.

Single/once divorced, with no children -
    Except one sponsored with World Vision.
Back in Manchester, my place of birth -
    On that World Cup day, for what it’s worth.


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Captain Webb

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I remember his name and features

from my brief matchbox phase

that sparked up and fizzled out

like so many others. Phillumeny,

yes, that’s the word. Cutting out the labels, 

I glued them to homemade charts.


When Bryant and May raised his profile

he couldn’t have been more famous,

if he had stared from banknotes.

On a cheap box of lucifers

– the white cli...

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Also by David Cooke:

Miles Davis in Paris | Slippage | For Jeffrey Hudson | Stereogram |


If you're a musician

Then you probably

Have issues with your parents.


If you're a poet

Then you probably

Like musicians.

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An Angel Bathes In Tears

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An Angel Bathes In Tears

Diniel rested for a second
and turned his eyes away
from those that he was caring for
and in that moment all was lost.
Now he bathes in the cascades
of acidic human tears
that flood the world with grief.
Erosive and corrosive
at the passing of infant souls
in a war that has no meaning
in a world that has no morals.
Now his dainty angel features
disappear unt...

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Tags: Child Casualties,Death,Jerusalem,Palestine,Sorrow,The Angel Diniel,War

Also by Ian Whiteley:

Thor (He's A Jolly Good Fellow) | Remember Scarborough! | Canary Girl (Chilwell, July 1st 1918) | White Feather | Blood Moon | Craiglockhart (Not Yet Diagnosed Nervous) |


I know life is at the door when Sunday papers hit the floor; when
bells commence commending pews to people seeking better news…

I hear it stretch and yawn, and slowly all the godless and the holy
give themselves to whatsoever randomly or by endeavour
draws their pillow-loving heads from cooling, crumb-infested beds.
A defrocked day of rest prevails, generating noise that hails
a world in w...

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Also by Travis Brow:


Poem: Enoch

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Enoch was a dynamic soul
who truly sought God’s heart;
as a result of revelation knowledge
being imparted unto him,
God plucked him from the earth
so that he was “no more.”
Since Jehovah is no respecter of persons
and there is “nothing new under the sun”,
then why do we know only of a single individual
who was transported to heaven in the same manner
without experiencing an ear...

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Tags: breunig,christian poetry,Enoch,faith,poetry

Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:

Poem: Matthew 19:26 (A Senryu) | Poem: White Flag | Poem: Heavenly Invitation | Poem: Sunday Soldier | Poem: Lasting Hope (sequel to New Age Spirituality) |

This time on a sunny day

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Sometimes on a sunny day, early, 

earlier than the busses

before the traffic around my house

has time to make me reach

for the radio news and

look day straight in its face

sometimes I search out from under

the debri of tasks ahead that have me sighing

at folders of forms and issues to confront,

sometimes with the back door open

accepting the light to pool on the w...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

I leant against the wall | The Astronomer and her lover | The Astronomer and her star-gazer. | Tour de France The Grand Depart |

Poets in the Afternoon

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Yesterday was the launch event for the Poets in the Afternoon anthology, a collection of poetry to showcase the work of performance poets from the Poets @ 3 afternoons. The event was organised by Paul McGrane with twelve poets reading on the day. My full review is here:

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Tags: Paul McGrane,performance poetry,Poetry @ 3,Poets in the Afternoon anthology,The Poetry Cafe

Also by Leilanie Stewart:

My poem in The Open Mouse |

The Weather ruined the rest

Don’t remember much
About my first holiday
Apart form the fact
It never stopped raining
And we ended up stuck
In my Uncle’s Caravan
Playing cards
While our father and mother
Barely stopped arguing.
On my second
We took our dog with us
Only for the poor thing
To get that upset
It didn’t stop messing
When the rain started
Rattling the caravan

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Seven Hills

I don’t recall what made us laugh like giants.
Two days into the trip,
liberty from partners to convince
that a drink in the morning is fine,
loosened us like infants.
We hooted into our glasses,
revelled in the echo
as children in a cave.
On the bridge
a scamp relieved you of your cards and wallet.
Your appreciation of the child thief’s skill defined you.
We shared beer...

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Also by John Darwin:

Sisters |

New Poetry Collection

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I have just released my third collection of poetry entitled "From A to Believe"

It can only be purchased via Lulu at the moment but will become available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble over the next few weeks

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Tags: collection,poetry,printed,published


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This is the closing (21st) poem on my new CD of verse with music settings: "POETRY TO PLEASE".


There's this to say for getting old,

You take more care against the cold

And value each new day.


And this to say for getting old:

You want to keep and not to scold

The children at their play.


And this to say for get...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:



Pale blue eyes,

pastel blank face,

bloodless body,

dead cold feet.


Peering into sky,

stares back, the black outer space,

no twinkling stars,

nor the bright moon,

powercut in the sky.


A sudden lightning strike,

eyes swell with tears,

the clouds start weeping,

heart to burst open,

thunderous sound deafens the ears.


Wonder how mother nature ...

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My Stranger, My Saviour, My Friend

Alone in this room as the paper falls from the walls,

i shout, i scream but not a soul hears my call,

won't someone come save me, no-one at all??,

Bound by disillusion and fear, my body goes numb,

stomping of feet stops at the door, has someone really come??,

i'm begging, i'm praying, i'm hoping for dad or mum,

will i ever see my family again, will i ever return??.

Right there...

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Also by Tj Steele:

Last Moments | Zero to Hero |


Oh wondrous River Avon

Gurgling gently and so free

Dissecting Bradford-upon-Avon

On through Wiltshire to the sea

See the lanterns, hear the children

Watch their parents smile with glee

Once the festival has started

Please do not look for me

I'll be in the —anal Tavern

Hoping they've replaced the 'C'!



There is less than a week to go if you want to enter.


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Tags: competitions,festival,Satire

Also by Daniel Dwyran:


July Sunshine

While you
your kitchen
on Sunday morning
an old woman
knocked at your

She'd moved
here yesterday,
and had made
you a pie
of apple and

To say hello.
To calm her from
loneliness and fear.

But you
missed her.

Your powerful
Headphones played
'Jumpin' Jack Flash'
by the Stones.

Your crystal,
pipe and oblivion
left her walkin...

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Bugles blew

Bagpipes skirled

Banners raised

Flags unfurled


Bullets flew

Gases swirled

Cannons blazed

Senses whirled


Trenches dug, and filled

With wide-eyed innocents

Who’d ventured onto foreign soil

As volunteered participants;

And Officers and NCO's,

Blindly bellowing commands

To take a hill or hold the line.

And souls were lost in foreig...

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Swept away by these waves of confusion,

Iam now stranded in the island of chaos.

Just yesterday I was dreamily looking into the horizon;

Peacefully sailing in my boat of bliss.

I didn't see that big wave coming,

I didn't hear the roar of thunder,

I couldn't smell the storm.


And now Iam all alone in this strange wilderness;

I see no light,I can...

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Tags: hope,life,lost

22-7-14 11pm.

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I gave you the pearls in bed
and you counted them all one by one
thread breaking sending them curving
across your skin beneath the cotton sheet
between your thighs.
And again one by one like prisoners
rounded up from the cold forest I
escort them back threatening each
with solitude should their careless display
have confused my gift with threat
of shallow desire.




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An Apathetic State of Being

An Apathetic State of Being



We’re all here,

Complaining of life love

The Gaza Strip and Syria,

But we’re not compelled to

React the way some

Still have the balls to express,

And I guess,

It’s not for want

Of compassion,

It’s just that,

We’re tired,

We’re not the makings

Of epic feelings or

Playing to the gallery

On any particular...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

Beyond the Realms of Murder |

Poetry Comes From the Heart

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Poetry comes from the heart and soul.

Whether it be serious or comic,

a short poem can speak volumes.

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Tags: heart,Poetry,speak,volumes

Also by Shirley Smothers:

Good Bye My Old Friend |

BLOG --- Its been a while... since my last confession!

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Bless me Father, for I have sinned...
Its been a hell of a long time since my last confession here!

As always with blog posts, it bes a while between them. I call them my "confessions" as it normally sums up what I have been doing in the while before them.

So, for the past year, we have had a number of poetry readings in Tullamore and thereabouts with theTullamore Rhymers Club that I am part of, a...

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Tags: Blog,conflice,Ireland,writers ethcis

The Greatest Flame

You always said you worried
For the ones you'd leave behind
And what they had to go through
As they watched your health decline

I never fully understood
How you found the strength to fight
Never once self pitying
Though you had every right

Never once did you complain
Or state life was unfair
Rejecting help because you felt
It better served elsewhere 

The tears you shed wer...

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Tags: loss,Poem,remembrance

Also by Matthew Nicholson:

Inhumane Treatment for the Sake of Existence | Picture of Health | Uncomfortably unable to be numb |


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The sea with fury

Beating waves upon the shore

The birds - souring high

But now the horror falls

Upon a blind man

Upon a dog who howls to the once blue sky

A child - who wonders if this is life

Crawls beneath the debris of his time


Seven times I heard their scream

Once I heard their death

Is this a dream ?


As I stumble in the mist

I try t...

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Also by jean lucy thompson:




All through the day up until dawn
impatient babies wait to be born
mothers bear pain, anxiety, and fears 
   replenishing life in this vale of tears
each one unique in its own special way
goes on to be labelled 
with a name...and birthday 

Ninety per-cent perfect...specimens of health
one or two lucky ones...born into wealth
a ...

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07212014-take the most enticing path

take the most enticing path
because all paths lead to death
do the fun one
because you're gonna die
stimulate someone
go on, live and lie
you're scared
and you don't know it
you hide in a house
believing you own it
you're internationally impaired
by no bombs in your neighborhood
seems like waste management
is the measure of good
because you're dirty
as the savages on tv
killing civ...

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Also by G.C. Dickson:

07082014-life is a piece of cake | it's around 35 |

switched off

You switch me off

You turn me on

You tell me I am the light of your life

But you switch me off

And you turn me on


Sometimes I feel so dirty and abused

I have got the fingerprints that prove

And still I let you touch me

You switch me off

And you turn me on


You push, you shove, you ram

You turn me on

You crash , you burn, you shout enough

And when y...

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Also by Martin Elder:

The red chair |


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A disillusioned fifty-something contemplated life one wet Tuesday while he mopped the kitchen floor,
Then he hung the floral pinny that he'd borrowed from his wife oh so neatly on the hook behind the door.
As he took the lid from off the biro deftly with his teeth, and the nib above the paper hovered close,
In his mind he tried to conjure words that aptly summarised how he felt, avoiding clic...

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Waiting in line

I sit here 
Old stars
On new screens
And I come to 
What does it take
These days 
To shake the people
Out of 
Their rocking chairs
Their lazy boys
Because they all
Like I did
And they will know
Like we do
And still
They choose
A remote control
With an electronic
And a TV
With all the 
And no interaction
And they walk the...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

The search | The Fool | Stolen from Radio | Washing Line | This thing we do | It is what it is | Prelude | ink stains | Milk | The Meeting | Rage | The Circus of People | Knotted | The Awakening | Circles | Easy now | The mechanical hen |

No longer an Item


(A modern tale)



Strange, the way their love disintegrated:

Spats and small disloyalties-petty spites-

Were for the most part causes. No reasons, really,

But squabble enough for their small hearts

And feeble loves. And though, at first,

There was an ache around the hollowness,

It was of small consequence – soon gone.


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Also by Harry O`N eill:


Minor Sin

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(In a rather dark humour so I thought to re-post this.  I do forewarn audiences this is a little shocking but they are always shocked)


The mission’s not impossible; it is not even hard;

I just enact the script for Him - a player, nothing more;

It’s happened in the future once it’s become His Word,

Which is to purge creation of the Babylonian Whore.


She worms her ...

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Also by John Coopey:

Honoured | Babies |


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The generators thunder on

Churning up the air like a thick furrowed plough

Relentless in sound

 A backbone to the field

which tastes like gasoline

Rumbling the undergrowth

The size of home is the thickness of this noise

And the area with which they spread their hold

Engine meeting engine black grimed

young men with dreadlocks bunched up like tree stumps

 long hair ...

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Also by Rachel Bond :

The Elk Dog. Retelling Myths and Legends. Blackfoot Tribal. | Bad Queen Mab a story from 'The Bond Grimoire.' |

A brew

~A brew, a brew, my kingdom for a brew!

The sturdy stalwart of mothers' meetings
far and wide, the bank manager's only consolation
to the father of four, battling debt, going bankrupt
the very next week.

The nightly soup kitchen, where the hand of friendship and support
lies within a steaming mug, dissipates thoughts of desperation,
bringing forth the will to fight another day, the war...

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Moving (on)

Empty boxes now unpacked,

I pretty sure I left with more.

A new house with new memories,

But an old house with bare floors.


Still there's promise in the air,

And potential in the frame.

Perhaps here I will thrive,

I know it can't be the same.



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Tags: hope,moving,new

Also by James Roper:

A Weed | Secret to Success | Headache | Take This Seriously! | Memories |

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