Better Life by Josh Ford

We are moving to this
better life,
moving past the fog of
our inhibitions,
being and becoming,
being and becoming,
restless movement to
our promised self.

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Also by Josh Ford:

Replica by Josh Ford | Neon by Josh Ford |

Delicate Love-

Delicate Love


            Moving day; a time of excitement, worry and letting go. My baby girl has finished college, married the man of her dreams and is beginning a new chapter in her life.  The van left an hour ago and on a whim I went to the attic to make sure she had everything. I glanced around and tucked in the corner the words “china” in girlish writing popped out at me.


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Tags: inspiration,love,memories,moving on

Alfred my Father.


First time saw Alfred was in New York, 1955. He appeared on a club` stage

playing sweet music. I was alone and frightened

lost in a strange world so my father followed me back to the ship a night

of yellow fog and light rain.

For many years, I didn`t see Alfred busy as I was growing up and yes, not

to forget all the beautiful girls how can a father compete ...

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up is down and down is up

up is down and down is up


today I rocketed on my jet boots

from the top of my favourite fig tree

to the first level of the upper world

where I met the laughing Buddha


together we danced ring-a-rosie 

and went cloud diving

caught a tornado to the second level

emerging in the garden of Eden

where we floated on lotus flower lie-lows

in a pool

with a shy frog


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Blue Collar Black Face

Grey poverty and shining ignorance,

both born of passive rage

now lie burnt out behind taut eyelids,

neither choosing fortune’s path,

two poor and proud

unwelcome bedfellows

both strangers

gouging blindly heavenwards

to scar their unjust biased constellations,

then fall, defeated

spent, unsatisfied

to await their tragic epilogues,

duly cowed, with star-bruised f...

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From the website Can CDA be applied to poetry?

Critical Discourse Analysis is the study of language either verbal or nonverbal. It deals with the understanding of meaning hidden in the utterances. Teachers, Linguists, and professionals apply various tools of CDA for the analysis of language. Can such tools be applied for the analysis of poetic language? SHEERAZ ALI


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What will happen if we find an end to our universe?

are you ready to please me? i will make you my s3xslave!

i'm 27/f... come over and taste my juice!


It's Foxy Time!

It's Foxy Time!

It's Foxy Time!

It's Foxy Time!


What will happen if we find an end to our universe?

Too many newsletters? You can unsubscribe.

What will happen if we find an end to our unive...

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Tags: found

Also by Stu Buck:

garibaldi | Fed | Luke 10:25 |

Budgetary Democide


Liam Fox fixes roofs by hitting old folks hard,

hammering the benefits that keep them warm and dry.

Alex Wild thinks they won’t recall who cut their fuel,

and even if they did, well he’s expecting them to die


so it doesn’t matter anyway, does it Alex Wild,

to freeze out folk who pay your wages, keep your nazi arse

in a Tax Alliance think tank making money from the old?


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Tags: third reich,tory policy,tory threat

Drum beaten

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Tidworth was the arsehole of the World

And Bulford was five miles up it

It didn’t really matter to us

Everywhere was nowhere 


Like a Carry On movie on acid

Screaming half witted Sarnt Majors

So erect but obviously flaccid

Their enthusiasm not contagious


Preparing for the Russian hordes

Playing soldiers on the plain

They might as well have issued swords


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Tags: Military life

Also by David Moore:

After the Bomb | Fishing with words | October | The other kind | Paedophile |

Like a cigarette

Bro,tell me please
To your heart's content
Enjoying a French kiss
In squeezing out
The nectar of their lady-hood
Not remiss,
Are the lasses
A cigarette
For a while you keep
By your chest
To burn them to ashes
And ignominiously
Squash them down
Under your heels?

For men  who take(suck) away everything they need from a woman and run away!
#love   #selfish   #platonic   #fickle  

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Tags: Love selfish fickle Platonic

Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

To hide a bloodstined hand | What shall I be ? |



If the tears of joy you have caused me to shed were stored in a vial 

alongside the bitter tears that I have brought upon myself.

The measure might well be equal, but the lasting delight

in the tears of joy could never be measured nor equalled. 


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Also by Huw Thomas:

...without hope. | If only, if only, if only. | fake. |

After the consultation


I must be away soon
It can`t be long
The old heart
Now going like the clappers
Now missing the odd beat
Blood trickle
At the core
-The crux-
Of the whole - the entire - caboodle
Then The Big Blot

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Bon Voyage |

A Pint of Bitter, A Pint of Mixed, And Some Change for the Pool Machine Please!

A Pint of Bitter, A Pint of Mixed, And Some

     Change for the Pool Machine Please!


     I will not cry upon your departure –

Hard man,

     I will neither bury my head

In hands or upon her false buxom,

     But I will remember,


     I will not sing praises

And platitudes of honour,

And lie like a bastard –

Perhaps the bastard I am,


     I will r...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

An Evolution of Attitude |

The Bung ... or why chimpanzees avoid elephants on trolleys

Come gather round and listen to a tale of yesteryear,

When men were men and went on expeditions without fear,

When handlebar moustaches were in vogue and hearts were true,

When shooting and then stuffing stuff was what we used to do.

The double barrelled brotherhood would travel far and wide

In pith helmet and khaki shorts to cover broad backsides,

As on their way through Africa ...

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Also by Jonathan Humble:

The Ballad Of The Fruit Bowl |


Several times i was around you,

Several times in your heart.

You promised to love me forever,

And i did hold on to that thought.


So love hold me tight now more than ever,

Soon you will be gone and this time will be over.

Again there will be long days and lonely nights,

Without you being there by my side.


You will be far far away in the land of fire and fury,


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Tags: love,Pain,soldier

waxwood prayer (10/04/2015)

Retired to a place where men die
old and comfortable by their favored brand of cigarettes,
burned themselves down and down into heroic coals 

down and down , the flags of the fathers
ashes reigning benevolence over sons in memoriam 
a tired, doomed sphere in the middle of nowhere,
dandered with bones and renamed home.
It's all just a place with a hearth for hearts
where these earned embers...

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Tags: waxwood panama shuffle

Also by Zach Dafoe:

heather (10/04/2015) | sequels to helena (10/04/2015) |

Sunday Morning Love

My legs are still unsteady.
Sticky and shaking.
My body heavy and relaxed.
The sheets are a tangled mess
and so is my hair.
But I don’t have one care.
My To Do list forgotten.
As I lay here catching my breath.
A smile plastered across my lips
and your taste on my tongue.

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Also by R Miller:

xx |

The Launch

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Found the chords, the riffs are born,
got a front, an axe, a bass, some beats.
The song is written, the group is formed,
what name should the vessel take to the streets?

A mother?  A lover? Seek out a legend?
Symbolic?  Insane? Cast off the vote.
No taking the sis!  Impress my girl-friend
anchor success with a name like a boat.

Think of book; of a pub, of a film script;
see the soft s...

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Tags: bands,boat,launch,naming,rock

Cardboard Protest

You’ve peeled off

the label


Want to stick

It on me


Reduced, damaged

Used goods

With no



Label edges


Barcode won’t






The repeated


Of your nob

On the


Of porn


You won’t

Shut the


On this




You've put

Me In 



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Also by Lynn Hamilton:

Fragile |

You're not right in the head if you think I want to fit in

No offence I have my reasons

Blooming moody poetry

I got 5 out of 10 for performing in Didsbury the crowd loved it

F the haters they may dislike my face but at least I dispise them aswell

Mmm money lovers should remember not everyone's had a sheltered childhood soz

I've said too much its never enough

You make me feel l...

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word letting


sometimes the words escape outside

released like prisoners from their jail

sometimes the words stay locked inside

all my useless pleas ignored and failed

sometimes the words fall in slanted rain

running tear stained ink across my page

sometimes the words are mostly pain

bloodletting hurt in a sudden rage

sometimes the words speak for themselves

they don’t even bothe...

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Also by Colin Hill:

Southern BBQ Sauce | perpetual desk calendar |

Dumb Destiny

I cannot speak to you anymore.

Though over these clay hearted years,

we never really spoke at all.


So now it finally must end

as I am taken once again

by collared, artistic agenda.


I cut languid love loose

re-tie dumb, devoted knots

that only he will now render.


Forbidden of fruitful verse

which may wistfully introduce

play on words of mourning.


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Tags: Katypoetess,love,love poetry


The following is a personal view.

To my mind, producing poetry can be like the art of cuisine.

Content of poetry (like food) can be varied - to be entertaining, pleasing, able to stimulate

interest and debate beyond the reach of safe and sacrosanct expectations.  Sassoon and

Owen used content powerfully and it survived the forms they used to reach the public

palate.  Not always easy...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:



Grandpa was a jolly old man,

With rheumatics in his knees, 

When we were small, though he was kind,

With us he always liked to tease.


We had to be very careful when,

He gave us some pocket money,

He would heat the coins up with his lighter,

(He seemed to find this awfully funny).


As we howled and clutched at blistered fingers,

Grandpa would cackle insane,


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Also by Ledger de la Bald:

A Viking Non-Saga | Sweet Nellie Dean |


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(My own personal humiliation from schooldays. As it happens, green and gold were our school colours and a try was worth 3 points then.  A re-post with a nod to Pam Ayres)


I’d made the team – my dad he was so proud

He didn’t know the rules but cheered out loud

Though I was only 12 years old

I’d made the shirt of green and gold

But then the plan began to fold



I r...

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My blood is kept in a capsule in which she carries
She uncorks the top and it dribbles into the ground
Sinking below me, in the roots I stand over
And it devours me like quicksand as well her screams

My body is cold.

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Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty

She looks at me with those mesmerizing eyes
And tells me, "Love, this is goodbye."
Her sweet lips draws up a smile and she blows me a kiss
Whispering, "I love you and I'll see you in a bit."
She close her eyes and rest her soul
Her love is all that I want to know
Her breathing, steady and quiet
Her body, soundly asleep
Therefore, I quietly kiss her on the cheek
And sile...

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Also by Smash Lee:

The Lover's Plight | Crush | The Lover's Truth | Sliver of the Moon | The Hurricane |


Noggin the nog

and muffin the mule

will ...... you .......

... .. ....... ... drool?



words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

One hour poem |

If we

If we had made it

Beyond the fleeting few days

Like a lightly scented cool breeze

Initial euphoria, strong like whiskey

Down a gullet used to wine

Pale rose,

Where we breathed in love

Lost in clouds, white and serene

Like your brown brow, uncreased and smooth

If we had made it beyond those days

We would have broken up by now

And have been breaking in

New faces.


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A time, I knew death; and birth.
With belief I will be
an Autumn leaf
looking for Spring.

Winter is not the season
for foolish gravediggers
who await the journey to warmth.


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Poem 17 of 230:  THROUGH WHAT WAS

During Europe’s summer, ‘88,
    At a wall my bag was checked:
A brief smile at what gave it weight...
    Sun-cream lid back - mood not wrecked.
I walked past plain buildings and cars,
    And entered a small food-store.
Its goods were plain, also: no sweet bars;
    The essentials - not much more.
As I bought crispbread with money changed,
    A row be...

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The Ghost That Flitters

The ghost that flitters through your night

may be fully alive in another’s  sight,

for the dimensions where they appear as a wisp

may not be the same as that where they’re kissed…


Imagine if your mind is ready for this notion yet

that the ghosts you see are not dead for I bet,

what you see is merely a slim projection from

another dimension of this world where they bel...

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Tags: fantasy,fear,ghosts

Numb Too

Certain situations you become numb too

Just certain things ain’t what it use too

My language is disguise it what it said too

Even though my heart is against you

Left for dead made for two

Living life not youth too

Forgiving past that aren’t truthful

Giving life to people who use you

Is this what it’s about?

I can’t give a concern

Yearning for idealism in realism


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9 to 5 hell.

On the surface, I look calm and steady,
But inside it feels that I'm not at all ready,
These expectations of being someone that they have from me,
Are not my aspirations, its not who I ought to be.

Do what you love, it's what they once said,
But then you job coz you need to get paid,
I killed the child inside me a long time ago,
Creativity at it's finest is what I craved for.

Then came...

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Looking something in the mirror of life
I found  a image so aright
Was it eternal ,or a ephemeral, I had seen
A hope it was ,that has kept me alive  

Endeavouring a new chapter of courage 
Aiming right at the euphoric  season 
Happiness and prosperity at my door
Looking for the vivacious voyage 

Quietness showed a new meaning then
Words became silent in there sleeves
Action was a new...

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Canyon Bates


Life is complicated, but would

be so simple if all we had to do

was put a coin in, twist a knob,

then expect a result.

Life is complicated, but I know

that if I make the right moves,

I can expect a crinkly bag of goods,

something small to help me through.

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I Walk Out of My Door and It is Here.

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The time has come when my sweaters don't seem so strange.

I appreciate this time greatly. 

My littlelest boy in his tiny, long-sleeved frog pajamas. 

My littlelest girl in her plaid and sweatshirt. 

In my mind that song plays over and over.

The leaves fall in the sound. 

My happiness returns with the colder weather. 

My anticipation of excitement expounds.

They in their war...

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Tags: autumn,fall,sweaters


One man's in, another drinking

sharing a recent story


thousandth hand across the land

such is the speed of news we share


 another molecule of bonding

the drinking opening up the scene


into the time they have to spare

give us this day our daily bread


before the rising yeast goes slack

another way to move the human spirit on.



Just out of si...

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Wandering, aimless, blameless but blind
Searching for something you’ll never find
A wanderer, a squanderer of time...
A nomad, placeless, faceless,
Just like the rest. Eyes firmly set
On what you can get from today.
Ignoring the voices in your head
Carping, “What about tomorrow?”
Harping, “Consider the past.”
Is it the end? Has the dice been cast?
Seeing the world t...

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Tags: Poetry.


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