Wide Awake

Shocked wide awake.

A dream that has unsettled my well being, my state.

Thoughts now anchored firmly in my mind.

Unable to shake them off i try to unwind.

Darkness overwhelms me, doubled with dreams.

My thoughts are racing, my heart bursting at the seams.

Talk myself in to a quite smoke.

Thoughts lost in stars with every toke.


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Also by Alex:

Wooden Bridges | kiss trip | Quiet Tongue | Bully |



Cocoon me in your warm embrace

Envelop me in love

Adore me, be my saving grace

My angel from above.


Allow your wings to guide me

Give comfort deep within

Show me true serenity

Release me, let me in.


Calm my fears, appease my soul

Escort me from this land

Carve my name upon your scroll

Protect me, take my hand.


Call time upon this life of ...

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Also by Helen Elliott:

Love | 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 |

Come live with me and be my demon



Soul stalker

with dark intent

is all she can be


her heavenly hopeful gifts

were never bought

angelic desires

lost their feel


tall were the towers made

tall to the stars

holding all the wishes

overspilling from her mind


tried too late to fix

the broken past

tried too late to stitch

the unravelling



smashed ...

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Also by Solar:

poem for the merciless | Called away | 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 |

Haikus: Exerpt #3 from: Hook, Line & Haiku

Hasta la pasta?
Annoying filament knots
of spaghetti spools.

The squeals of delight
flow from all fishing children
with uncontained joy.

Sounds of spinning spools
always brings me much comfort,
for I'm not at work.

Floating down the stream?
Not a dream, after dropping...
A bag of bobbers.

In early morning
anxious fish are awaiting
the autumn school bells.




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Tags: breunig,haiku,hook line and haiku,poetry

Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:

Haikus: Exerpt #2 from: Hook, Line & Haiku | Haikus: Exerpt #1 from: Hook, Line & Haiku | Poem: Enoch | Poem: Matthew 19:26 (A Senryu) | Poem: White Flag | Poem: Heavenly Invitation | Poem: Sunday Soldier | Poem: Lasting Hope (sequel to New Age Spirituality) |

Tears On My Pillow

Tears on my pillow

Over the hill I cry

It was hard for me to let you go

It was hard for me to say goodbye

Everyday I think of you

Wishing you were here

Telling you how much I miss you

Telling you how much I cared


Tears on my pillow

Teardrops begin to drop

Wishing you were here

Catching them on your neck

Without you here

It’s killing me slowly


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Also by Michelle J L Cooper:

Embrace Me |


My vanity has slipped the leash.
I’ve fallen for the lie again
that, if my work is lauded, talent
must be flowing through my pen.
I realise how wrong I am;
opinion and taste are much
mistaken for objective truth.
Neither should be seen as such.

I wonder then just what I seek
and why I share what I’ve produced.
Circling my shifty ego
ultimately I’m reduced
to cells and nerves an...

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Also by Travis Brow:


Hills in Lakes... but how many?

When the sale fell through,
Carl Side put his yoke and pike up for auction
At the place with the green gable
on the longside of the High Street. 
"Let's start on ten," said the auctioneer, a little man. 
"Five", said the grey friar.
"Too low, pike alone is worth eight," said the auctioneer. 
"I'll raise you twenty," said an old man. 
That's a high raise thought Carl.
"I'll raise ano...

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The greed of King Cotton

Dormant mill.


Its chimney





in misting dregs

of daylight.


The water wheel



by the tangle

of wild greenery.



can see behind

dust powdered


the incarcerated



still chained

as in life

to their

poverty stricken past





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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

A taste of Big Brother to come? | Post diagnosis | Having a place prepared | 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 |

Summer Dress

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Fluttering slowly past
A flicker of light, of technicolour
Paradise through a rainbow lens
Dust floats still in the eye of the sun
The laughing, trickling waterfall
In the corner - the fountain, the wine and food
Spinning slowly in a dream
That became reality
These flowers, these patterns, swirl upon memory
Strung out throughout the mind
A show of lights inside our heads
The fabric soft...

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Tags: 2011

Also by David Blake:

Pangs of Legitimacy | Interior/Secret |

Weekends Away

i escaped by boat over to the island

looked out deep in to the fire

for who knows how long?

i thought out shapes spinning

Peaceful on dangerous earth

i plan to do something difficult 

on this machine of conflict

often they pretend just like us

fasinated i watched close the river breathing

and would talk about my problems to relax

but hardly ever mention that i am a w...

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in ruins by the river Bollin |

we are responsible

We Are Responsible

Sandy Hook, so many children murdered,

I saw Obama cry. Gaza today hundred of

children murdered blown into the air like

ragdolls, broken limbs empty eyes; does 

Obama cry today? Brothers can you spare

a tear so easily spilt when watching a film

on TV, for the children of Gaza?  Or are you

sinking into apathy, blaming the victims?


This ghetto re...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

Her Ambition | summer shower | 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 |

The Visitation

There's nothing wrong
With me 
He said
I'm just enjoying 
The view
That man is
Not hanging 
He said
And I feel the pain 
And suffering 
Of the whole world
There is no bother
Here though
He said
No more than 
Any place else
And the more you 
The more you lose
He said
Keep the beat
Or skip it
It's all the same 
To me
No one is going any place
Any ...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

The pretend past | Waiting in line | 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 |

Out There

It is dark out there,

Where did the light go?


I can't see a thing,

But can feel the snow.

And the temperature is dropping,

Twenty below.


And my sister stopped moving,

And mother is slow.

Father has gone,

To where, I don't know.


And it is dark out there,

And still the wind blows.


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Tags: cold,dark,despair,hopeless

Also by James Roper:

Moving (on) | A Weed | Secret to Success | Headache | Take This Seriously! | Memories |

Little Singlet.

Commitment on your tongue is bitter.

Nothing is sweeter than being single.

Eyeing the different sexes like there is nothing better.

Flirting and caressing their minds with words, but remembering not to mouth commitment.

Dialing numbers that are just there for fun, but remembering afterwards that some people are trying to get serious.

Drop those and gain a person who is into games an...

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Tags: #commitment,#single

Also by Lala:

Movie. |


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They parade down the catwalk
outside of number ten
it’s David’s new TILF army
taking over from the men
cause he’s not likely to be a winner
at next years general election
and if it doesn’t work for him
well, he’ll still have the erection
as he brings some lovely ladies
into the cabinet
because the wrinkly bastards
were as bad as it could get
so here are some ideas D...

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Tags: cabinet reshuffle,cameron's 'babes',conservative desperation,cycnical ploy,satire

Also by Ian Whiteley:

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


Perhaps she reminded me of me;
flesh melted, her forever childish smile –
how the wax folds upturned her mouth
and the yarrow splits around her eyes,
those picked at  -the  stems of veins
crawling around her ears.
I need to get better,
close her sorrow around me
like that gentle fur of the toy kitten she holds -
I need to hold her and know what she knows. 

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This poem was written with the Waitrose food poems in mind.  I thought I'd invite WOL to tea!!!


When Rock Bun first saw Cherry Tart

It was plain she sweetened his hard heart

The other cakes upon their shelves

Decided to amuse themselves

Competing with him out of fun

Saw Rock become a hot cross bun!


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Also by M.C. Newberry:


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,
A single shot through the heart of a continent,
The blood racing fast to the carriage beneath,
Signals the start of relentless war lines,
It is nothing, he ...

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

Also by Simon Austin:

Burning Books |

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 |

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 |

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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Tags: destinypoets,Wakefield Wireless Mysteries,www.destinypoets.co.uk

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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Auntie Rose


Auntie Rose
lived next door to us
here in Southwick.
Twenties flapper hat
Twenties clothes
Twenties shoes
...it 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 (https://twitter.com/heatonstwaiku/)


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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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


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 the blind man

Upon the 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 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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