If I cannot cut 

then I will pierce
and burn my rage
If I cannot speak it 
I will scratch 
and write my hate
declare it to an anonymous audience
of millions
and know 
that I am safe
or tell myself it's so
If I cannot cry
then I will pay 
to have them scrawl it on my skin
in lines that may come close 
to the pain I wear within
And ...

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Also by Leander:

Bloodletting | And I will be Boudicca | Bird of Paradise | Finding Freya | Mama I Wish I Could Tell You | Stage fright - a Fairy Tale | The Gift | The Tree House | Borderline | In the West | Don't Tell | Medicine | Only (?) Human | My Only Friend (the End) | Bitter Bitch | Ballad of Cool and Sad | Thank you Dorothy | Whoosh! | Existential Rambling | Flesh of my Flesh | Bedtime | Kick Arse Steam Punk Fucking Wonder Woman | Beachcombing | Who Would? | Song for Imar | End of Innocence | this is | Green Witch | Hollow | What if | Just a Story | Deserving |

But I! Neither a product of love nor pleasure

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The collection of Frida Narin's poems are not a nostalgic work; the past is not in the habit of painting romantic pictures. The boarders in Narins poems, from north to south and from east to west, are not lines separating humanity. The flags in the collection of Narins poems are not raised to separate the people of the earth from one another. These flags must be sown to create a carpet for childre...

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Tags: Book,Frida,Narin,poem

Gulu (GuluWalk)

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Tentatively we melt into Gulu

The Wild West of the North,

Woodcutters drift out of the town

Venturing along chiselled pathways

Their feet thinly rubber shod 

Each day they Journey a little further 

Until one day they won't return

Lost to the bush

Lost to the waiting children


Between buildings

Naked shadows skitter

Aware of our arrival 

Though not quite hidi...

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Tags: Africa

Also by David Moore:

Upper Kololo | A Mutiny | Diabolique | Even the rain | Market Forces | Vanishing Point (notes on a plane crash) | Angry and Pissed | Future Rhyme | Angry and Pissed | Bucket List | Open water | Mythical archery | Engine noise | Dean Street | Be you | The forgotten land | Shards | Tractor factory blues | Aquaplaning | Eppur Si Muove | Case File Notes (Poetic Assassin) | Nocturne | Haunted Places | Torment | The Words That Maketh Murder | I'm full I've had enough | My beautiful boy | Natural History | Old Bombers | Two short poems about Incarceration (or not) | Who only England know | Mill House Cottage | Moon washed | Temper tongue | Slabs |


On some nights I miss you so much I want 
 to perform a lobotomy on myself. Remove 
 the image of your shoulders against his 
 from where it is lodged inside of me, burn 
 all your pretty words from my frontal lobe 
 so that the next time I see you, everything 
 will look like static. It is all heartbreak, 
 dragging my quiet body home and trying 
 to remember the last time I felt this alo...

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Also by Ameeracle:

(untitled) | Was for her |


one by one they came in their thousands

fresh from the deepest sleep of all

newly minted

with a dream of memory spawned in hellfire

precipices of water,  the drift of continents


then as the sun turned a blinded eye to nature

on the scythe of molten time

a kind of peace                           forests came

a forever fusion of death before life

building blocks



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Also by ray pool:


lost souls


the tide had left a curving line of

debris along the stone scattered shore


           traces of her golden hair

           lingered between his fingers


the bruised and bloodied sunset

washed along the far horizon


            he spoke to the sea

            to the mother of his child


and from the waves she slowly rose

draped in strands of blood sh...

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Also by Colsibabes:

tortilla and chocolate | yawn yawn | caught out | moving towards an unknown universe | ...come.venture.out... | .. | carried aloft | . | cutting loose (for RM) | never said goodbye | job done | deep south | hiroshima | sleepnow and movecloser | been away too long | I'm here | Old Mother Hubbard | Lowku Supper | therapy | The Lowku Arena | boxes | headshot | paperlust |

Strong women don't crumble

A strong woman never crumbles?
Well if a strong woman never crumbles
then a goalkeeper never fumbles,
an acrobat never tumbles
and a public speaker never stumbles, stumbles
over their lines,
promising artists don’t screw up designs.
Boxers don’t get knocked to the floor,
salesmen don’t have to face a slammed door,
what makes them strong is that they come back for more.
So strong women do...

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Autobiography II

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Looking back in hindsight
I wonder how some
Of my ex girlfriends
Would have handled me
Getting diabetes

Sian who lived with her wealthy parents
And who kissed me with a desire 
Beyond her tender years
Would have resented my inability 
To keep running down to London.

Helen would have sat in front 
Of her ever increasing cocktail bar
And have said what the hell
Can you drink now

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Also by Andy N:

Collaboration in memory | Autobiography |


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Poem 47 of 230:  A LOSS FOR HUMANITY

Summer's end, '97,
    A car crash in France;
Then thousands of cut flowers -
    Some bearers in trance.

For Diana broke-even -
    Now resting in peace;
A loss for humanity -
    Her caring did cease.

For, while taking her perks
    (Perks there should not be),
She gave greatly of herself
    In kind-charity:

Charity good states would free.

(C) ...

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Along the long and winding road

You’ll reach a spot where paths will cross

There you know not where to go

For either leads to unfamiliar ground

You’ll never know where they may lead

Unless you choose to follow it

But know that you may never know

Where the other could have taken you.

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Tags: choices,confusion,crossroad,uncertainty

fun house

It must be Wednesday

She is wearing the red dress again

The way it hangs from her

Like silk draped on a medical skeleton


its cold outside

we writhe together

like serpents

the fire blazing

inside and out

iggy sings fun house

we are sky high

our lips touch

the sky is golden


She has taken all her posters down

Implanted memories ripped from the wal...

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Tags: downfall

Also by Stu Buck:

the poet dies | wings | hokey cokey | sonnet | qwerty | kirigami | switch (for michelle) | stung | 30 | lost | swallowtail | Haiku Selection | a rich vein of form | Mayfly | Ctrl B | Ladder | Brenda #2 | spaghetti junction | II | sterile (i am not) | I | 10,000 lux | £1 | pang | Arlo #1 + #2 |

Waiting On Wind

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I’m standing on this ledge
in my life.
Waiting for one good wind to
blow me over.
One good gust to make this
decision for me.
This indecision is killing me
But it is still more comforting
than the thought of that fall.
This fear gripping my chest-
holding my heart tight and
is much more a friend than
that unknown happiness.
There is some thing about
that outstretched hand...

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Also by R Miller:

In The Dark | Fake | The Girl & The Old House | Just You | Snapshots | I Am... | The Crumbling | Heartbeats | Rainy Day Experiment | D.T. |

Great Tiding

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Blue Nile echo from shore to shore,
"Poverty in Ethiopia is no more!"

Above all,
From a precipice
To a valley when you majestically fall,
Thunderous over
The damp dell, mountain gorge when you roll,
As usual
With green, yellow and red
Rainbow arched,
Tell Ethiopia loud-
"You children thee very much adore,
A lip service they now abhor!
‘Blue Nile has no lodging,
Yet it loafs a log hau...

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Tags: Enviroment smart,hydropower dam,mutual regional growth

Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Think before you ink! | Don't be a sheep in a goat's age | Newton Fourth Law | To win or to remedy? | (untitled) | The survival of the slickest |

The Voyage of Edwr

The days of feasting and hunting seemed unending:
The seasons passed: the hart in the woods bred
And reared its young year on year,
We ran after them, the spear sang a song
of whistling death. We joyed.

We painted on the walls, drank mead,
The feast-hall lit by dancing flame on flame
Chewed the meat, swallowed, wiped gravy off our lips
And threw the dry-sucked bones on the midden.

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Brodick Seafront | Weather Forecast | Building Sandcastles With Sir Iasac Newton |




     We ventured in for ten minutes,

Our little circle of Globe Trotters and SAS Sigs,

But there was no life,

     Just acrid tobacco smoke

And stale alcohol,

But the Rebel MC was having none of it;

A Newcastle Pub dead as a dodo

And nowhere to go-go!


     So we pissed what we could

And let fly a dance,

And before we left the whole

Pub was in trance...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

Adventurous, Forthright, Calamitous, Old! |


A few years back

I knocked around with a really nice girl

Called Trudy


She drove a white Mercedes two-seater

And lived in a big gaff with balconies

And stables


A friend laid low with bad guts gave me

His theatre ticket and that’s where we met


After the show we shared a few drinks

Then took a drive to the river


I remember she had on really tight jea...

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I'm on a Road

I’m on a road –

it’s no longer brilliant gold

but paint and glitter.


There’s the odd cobbled stone

still solid, splendid -

the odd one covered in shit.


I knuckle down

on hands and knees

scrub them clean;

claw back the gleam.


He’s on a road -

sees mine and veers along

next to me.


I gently push him back,

reset his course,

build a fence...

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Also by Natfastic:

Severed |


hunt down refugees

fence off migrants

denounce clandestines

jail illegals

refuse asylum

expel exiles


search the heavens

for an alien



© Graham Sherwood 08/2015

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Grey Area | War of Words | Now? | Overview | Perfect |

The Calm

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Three more rain drops beat

Staccato, full stops, to leave

A promise on the wind:

The storm will soon begin again.




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Tags: short poem

Also by James Roper:

Short and Sweet | A Passing Thought at 5AM |

Behold !!!

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A higher placed Authority arrived out of the blue,

Resplendent in a long white robe and sporting massive beard.

To say that I was shocked would be to understate the case,

For I was bollock naked in the bath when He appeared.

"Behold!" He said, with mighty voice "I come with joyful news,"

And round the bathroom scanned as if unsure of the address,

Then spotting me within the tub, ...

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Also by Jonathan Humble:

There Was A Merchant Banker ... | Don't Fear The Reaper | Daydream | Calliphora Soup | Extreme Northern Pastimes |

Smart Little Johnny

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This story happened in one school 
But … for God’s sake, keep cool,
it can't be taken as a rule.
Once when a teacher of math fell sick
A teacher of physical education came, named Nick.
He wanted to show how intelligent he is,
So he said: Solve my problem please!
-A car moves at a high speed.
To go to Spain a plane I need.
Can you tell me my age
If I read a book on the last page,
a pea...

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Tags: humour

Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

Smart Little Johnny | Smart Little Johnny | Smart Little Johnny | Humor | Humor | Elijah The Prophet | Elijah The Prophet |


You'll have to have been where the mail doesn't drop

Or where the papers and TV don't find you

To be unware of "black man shot by white cop"

Ad infinitum - just to remind you.

But the absence of the following has my mind in a whirl

"Black man shoots white TV news girl".


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Also by M.C. Newberry:



Heading down 395

With a head full of gold rush stories

An eye full of mountain ranges

And a gut full of the first solid food ingested 
In days,
The dirt on my fingers is starting to taste
Of a memory I was born so far after collecting,
And I wish things were harder.
I dream of another good work day,
And when the check comes.
And how "hard" I tell myself things are now...

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Also by Corr Lens:

Security I Guess |

May It Be

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May it be that you and I
Spend an eternity together
May it be that you and I
Live and Laugh forever
May it be that you and I
Live happily ever after
May it be that you and I
Always start a new chapter
May it be that you and I
Love the way we smile
May it be that you and I
Walk 500 miles
May it be that you and I
Hold each other tight
May it be that you and I
Always know when to fight

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Tags: love,love and romance,Romance

Also by Granger:):

Today |


This bad kid 

good kid thing
I don't get 
The bad kids want 
to be good
The good kids want 
to be bad
What the bad kids want 
the good kids got
Except they don't understand 
except maybe for 
the want
What the good kids want 
the bad kids got
Except they don't understand 
Except maybe for
the need
And what you folks 
don't get 
however much 

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Have you ever heard the tale
about the hedgehog with no spikes,
such a sweet little boy
who all the other’s didn’t like?

A case of alopecia,
there was nothing they could do,
such a sad little hedgehog
who cried and cried, “Boo-Hoo”.

But soon the lad grew older,
he wanted to look more lush
so onto his back he tied himself
a little scrubbing brush.

His friends, well they just laugh...

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Tags: ANIMALS,children's poetry,CUTE,funny poem,HEDGEHOG




Over cheap wine, where you might as well have offered me white vinegar

The smell assailing me but drowning out your bull crap

Steepled fingers as you waxed eloquent. Intellectual, some?

And your yarns about poetry and form and structure

The candle flickering, what a waste of a good candle

I could have put it to better, use, mmm

Nice and thick

But you drone on, buzzing, humming...

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Also by Preeti:

Mountain | I, never | hurt |


All the faith carried in your soul
all the morphine lightening the load
they play a strange sad game
they lie in bleak dark ways

I listened to the doctor speak
while you read some ancient tome
and, yes, you know your body well
but pain isn’t the cause

This belief takes its small toll
the colour and the hope both drain away
defeatedly you feel you’re fading

But you’re not fading

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Tags: drugs,illness,morphine,mother,sick




I’m going to write a psycho-list,

A peloton that’s better missed

Those Lycra clad with ugly shapes

Untrained unwanted jackanapes.


At two abreast and six ranks deep,

It’s up the hills they weave and creep.

They think they are the public good,

But only serve to boil the blood.


Of course they have a right to be,

But so again has little me.

They p...

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Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985

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the sadness of sundays
even amidst
the various
reds, yellows, browns and golds
of stormy autumn

and as I walk
I have in mind
the fragility of a veined

and who am I to resist
this child's
every imperative?

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The Wonderful Irony

Come gather around you good people,

As I tell you this little story,

I warn you, it's a bit gruesome,

Because it concerns a hand of glory,

Which was a body part from a hanged man,

The jailor would sell it for the highest bid,

Bought by one versed in the secret arts,

(The next verse tells you what they did).


They dried it out and then embalmed it,

Muttering words of ...

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Also by Ledger de la Bald:

The Spider In My Beard | You'll Be Old Yourself One Day | The Turd | ...And Along Came Jeremy | South Sea Island |


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(Someone far cleverer than me wrote the title as a 5-word summary of how foreigners view the English - an old post)


I never cease to be surprised while we're on holiday

At the number of occasions that a French waiter would say,

“Hello.  What can I get you?” in perfect Ang-a-lais

How did he know so quick that we were English?


While you're shopping in the mall you see a fami...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE VERGER AND THE MAGISTRATE | Happy 35th Wedding Anniversary | WHAT DON'T I KNOW ABOUT CRICKET? | IT'S NOT 5-0 IS IT NOW, GLENN | QUI ES IN CAELIS (...who art in Heaven...) |

I Need a Friend

I need a friend,

Someone that wouldn't need my words to know something was wrong,

My body is weak from being strong,

I want to lay down my broken and lost thoughts,

I've lost track,

Of tears that I've forced to keep in, awaiting the second I get home to let them fall,

I need someone that would see past this wall,

The wall I've spent a year building up.

I can be surrounded b...

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Can I remember my   password; sorry I meant are the frozen peas still in my bag


Mushy I am


I leave bank cards in a supermarket pay out tills

The whole of Wirral is riding round on bus passes I leave


Mushy I am


Droplets of my money

Are rolling down your street


I type in endless passwords

All wrong of course

I’ve given my bank pin number

To a te...

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Also by David R Mellor:

Just a bit part in life’s big movie screen | We Can’t Corby wrong | It’s 1979 again | The Big Picture | I HATE YOU, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART |


As the car's circle round me,

I nary a blink.


Bones of cement, muscles of granite,

It takes more than graffiti to take away my pride


I stand through all seasons.

Time will not hurt my posture.


Tattoos brazen across my chest,

the names of heroes who could never meet me.


Generations will disintegrate,

And I will always remember.

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Also by Toby Woolley:

Break Up |

Mr Glen Coe

~~Standing proud
He hangs out
With the clouds
Absent without
From the skies

Who surround him
Like the remnants
Of a Cuban cigar
Well received

He checks his
In his still
Covered in
From weathers
Not sent
To calm

He sends
A warning
To his

’Sisters, you
Are about to
Be walked
All over again

In swarms
To escape

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Also by Lynn Hamilton:

SOLUTION | No Answer |

The wordsmith

Is it the destined way of man

To plead to beg

To scratch and scrabble

Clawing through naked earth

Like a desperate hungry animal

To dig down to the very depths

Of all that he holds dear

To snip and to sneer

At his own ability

To watch himself flounder

On jagged rocks

Cut and bleeding

To chip away at every sliver

At every splinter of every letter

Of every w...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Down the pub |

One of Those Days


Trying hardest to dispel

but the feel’s returned


Perfect thought utopia

has tables since turned


Back at a very juncture

bit uncanny and unsure


Strong urge to move on

for an  enigmatic allure


Environs are inhibiting

lackluster same routine


Needs ditching tedium

& explore vistas pristine


Mettle’s taken beating

but the intent s...

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Lactose intolerant

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"Ignore the unfounded rumours

of pus- in your milk,

and others

which are also quite scary,"

said the white coated chap

with the clipboard and cap

and the man who's

in charge of the dairy.


words and foto T Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Sodden | ...take those lips | Vertices lll | "Oh you are a mucky kid" |

You & I

Isn’t that what it’s always been between us?
Lightning rods taking every hit.

The shock was inevitable.
The passion was undeniable.
You are the bolt of pure energy.
I am the body of water you longed to touch.

we’re deadly.
But by God,
we’re lovely.


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Lost Dove...

Relationships despair,

With thoughts becoming words,

Walls that once stood surrounding,

Now stands in between, mocking.


Restlessness haunts eyes,

Moments of Vows, fires denies

Paths once chosen together,

Now stages reasons for fights.

Reasons found once to stay,

Seems melting away like ice.


Cowardness blinds submission.

Arrogance blinds Love.

Moments t...

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Also by Jojomon:

Love Alley! | Curse, at a Price! |

Paxos (end)

Paxos, with it`s gnarled groves of olives and crazy stone walls, is a goblin island. It leans to the east, as though some giant Titan of antiquity strode across it and tilted it. The ground water is brackish due, it is said, to greedy exploration for oil. One suspects, though, a more tolerant attitude before the project failed..

The `real` town square was the triangle glimpsed through the churc...

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Corbyn and and the death of Marx? | Paxos (cont) | Little David | (untitled) | Form and function |

A Suitcase in Berlin

“Ich habe noch einen Koffer in Berlin” an old popular song in Germany

A Suitcase in Berlin

I still have this suitcase in Berlin,

It’s stuffed with receipts for comradeship,

Paid for anonymously by hours lived in fear:

Of  betrayal, of interrogation, of the camp,

Of footsteps on the stairs at dawn. I listen

For movement behind the wall of this day.

The hours pass slowly-the ...

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Winning the first Poetry Slam Online interview

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Poetry Online Slam was created by Bristol based Poet Matt Duggan who won the erbacce prize for poetry in 2015.

You can find out more about Matt here http://www.mattduggan.webnode.com  

Why did I create the Online Slam? I wanted to connect poets from all over the world who wouldn't get to see some poets reading LIVE! Plus, None of that dodgy judging or rent a room Poet B/S. I hope this projec...

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Tags: interview,Slam,Spoken Word poetry

Also by Myriam San Marco:

The Chocolate Poetry Club |

motel (8/23/2015)

soaked innit and spat out
a reign of fists and averted eyes
split from spine to stomach
stuffed back in with crime and malice

a hate stamped thin with leather boots
prostetic burning incest, battering
spattering: spit and bile and semen
storms of slamming doors and midnight, smiling purges

Lipstick theives of ruby red

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Tags: faster,this is hell this is bliss chasing at your fingert

Also by Zach Dafoe:

karaoke 3 (08/21/2015) | afterthought 2 ( | lucky lager shuffle (08.16/2015) | Ray Charles 0414 (08/11/2015) | Scott Peterson 2049 (08/09/2015) | first will prompt (08/09/2015) | why i don't mow my lawn (08/06/2015) | Ray Charles 2428 (08/05/2015) | echolocate (08/01/2015) |


Forgive me as I dip my pen into blood of the past.

Memories.  Hanging bright as the whitest moon

in my blackened, indecorous thoughts.


I was his lover, his muse, his friend,

his counsel over secret canal side walks.

Both sharp suited, professional by day,

we drove fast through boundaries

into love first after taking vows of never.

Towpath widened into world of champagn...

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Tags: Katypoetess,love,love poetry

Also by Katypoetess:

Caring through Silence | Residual Haunting |

White Candles of Hope

Orange glow

Blinding light.


Black metal

Petrol ignite.


Motorcycle riders

Blooded mess.


Bangkok carnage

Innocent victims.


Lives taken

For what?


Blue bag

Killer bomb.


The shrine

Stays strong.


To remember

Flames return.


White candles

Forgiveness flickers.


An act

Towards peace.


A symbol

Of ...

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Tags: For one evil act a million candles are lit for the

Also by Nigel Astell:

Born of Dark Blood | Born of Dark Blood |

The Velvet Conversation


 What do I want? What do I value?

           What do you reject?

 What matters to me? Whose opinions do I heed?

           Whose do you ignore?

 I no longer care what anyone thinks of me,

Or my actions.

           You realize, of course, that you have fixed

           The anomaly of your state:

           You are trying very hard not to care;

           But you do...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Li Po | For her | Two Formal Poems (re-posts) |

Final Excuse for Fetish

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A perfect excuse to 

Delve into my darkest 
Urges and still come out a saint.
A moment to celebrate and 
Chance fate to find ecstasy 
At the end of the pitless 
To tempt psychosis and paralysis
To find a deep pleasure, 
To be momentarily happy and 
Become who I could only dream. 
I've searched for a reason like this 
My entire life, but ...

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Also by Harvey Williamson-Knight:

Days |

Last one.

Can't believe you didn't add.

Makes life sad.

Back to work on the first,

David makes my life worse.

Shut the window.

That local girl,

Stalked her in your pictures.

Fat face.

Not looked at her baby yet.

Do you want me to look for you?

Message true.


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Also by Miss :

Hurt=Poetry | I blame the parents. | Our lives are all mapped out by our minds. |
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