PERSIAN PUNCH - the death of a great race horse

Persian Punch found a secure place in the affections of the racing public - always trying his

best.  And when he collapsed and died in the final stages of a race at Ascot the sorrow was immediate and heart-felt.

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Brave eyes wept at the Ascot course

When he came to the end of his run;

For the going ...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

CRAZY WORLD - a song lyric | QUESTION | DOWN BY THE MEWSTONE | TWO GIGGLING GIRLS | SUNDAY SONG | TURNING BACK THE CLOCK | THE PROPERTY DEVELOPER | THE GAY DOG | LAST POST | WHAT DO I KNOW? | A DISTANT HAZE | TAKE ME BACK TO ROCK AND ROLL | Daddy Knew Johnny Cash | WHERE DO YOU GO WHEN YOU GO WHERE YOU DO? | DADDY KNEW JOHNNY CASH | SUNSET OVER START BAY | YESTERDAY ONCE MORE | THE GALMPTON ROBIN | BE STILL | The Spider | George Best - football legend | Bore |

£4.88

 

£4.88

 

Your body was found dead in your flat, three months gone and smelling like hell.

They came and took you away, to the morgue downtown, an unhappy place.

Clearing your flat they found £4.88, not much to show for a lonely death.

Always on your own, eternally in death. How sad no one will see you buried, a pauper’s death, the undertaker the only witness at this sol...

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Tags: dead,end of life,loss,no one cares,no relatives,poor

Also by nick armbrister:

ABDUCTEE | SPIRIT | MISSING | HARMONY | PARTY | GOTHIC STORM | WEB | A NEW YEAR | SHE HAS THE ANSWERS | VETERAN | GALLOWS | BIZARRE | ALL ALONE | EYE FOR AN EYE | DESERT CLASH | TRINE | FOREVER POND | SO | RECRUITING SERGEANT | UNCARING MAN | YOU CALLED | THING | TRASH OVERHEAD | I BECOME NOTHING | WAR GODDESS | GENERATION | SOUTHERN SONG | THE TRAGEDY OF SONG | PASSENGERS OF LIFE | INTO MY MIND |

AN ENGLISHMAN’S HOME.

 

amber the berries on

a berberis bush where

the steadfast thrush

has yanked a worm

 

in autumnal garb the

garden grubbier than

i’d prefer with branches

long and overhung

 

fine mist globules

on blades of grass

the rear plot now

readying for winter

 

yet this is the sort of

place i would write

home about if this

were so...

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Also by Philipos:

SHOP CLOSED. | EVENING. | THE TARTAN BARD. | CHILD CARERS. | SNIPPETS. | TRILOGY. | AVIANS. | EXPLANATION NEEDED. | SKANKY STREETS. | EXODUS. | UNDER WRAPS. | SENSORIAL. | ARABIAN NIGHTS. | CHILLS. | PAPPAS FRITTAS. |

favourite poems

 From nowhere,a face visions.
Into a day of countless missions,
Awkward to grasp emotional bliss.
Wanton of much,the invisible kiss.
Seeking contentment,equality gain
Running wild,blind the same.
Grasping handfulls of transparant air
Will she be gone,or stay the dare>?
Will she to me,as me to she
Or run the mile,or will we be.
One moment more,a seconds grasp
Dissalusions m...

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The Ballad of The Boy and The Man

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The photo tells the story

As only pictures can

About the time some years ago

The Boy met with The Man.

 

The Boy was Billy Bremner -

He looks about to cry;

The schoolyard bully held to task;

The Man was Dave Mackay.

 

Each held a reputation

But paid each no regard,

While Bremner was plain dirty

Mackay – well, he was hard.

 

Thoug...

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Also by John Coopey:

A Bloke's Back Brake Block Broke | Overjoyed with Schadenfreude | The Things We Do For Love | "Imagine my Surprise..." | "Widening the Circle of Friends" |

Anonymous Review

"Anonymous" Review (Warning spoilers ahead!)
 
Well, it's here.  I've been waiting for months to see this picture and now I have.  I wasn't disappointed.  I thoroughly enjoyed it - it certainly works as a story and as a film and remains intriguing and watchable throughout.  The story posits Edward De Vere, the 17th Earl Oxford as the true author of Shakespeare's plays and relates how th...

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stalked

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 trailing in my wake

 like unwanted creatures

 searching for a home

 they have sought me out

 once more

 

 and each time

 arising more darkly reincarnated

 seeking to tear to pieces

 all I have fought to be

 

 continually attacking

 the phoenix of hope within

 trying so hard to rise

   

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Suspended

I dabbed on a bit Kouros, had 4 pints, ogled a bit of arse,

Played pool and then went home to cold meat pie,

And bed.

 

I dreamt I could run through walls,

Could smash through them like an Exocet,

I’d hit them full on, at supersonic speed, exploding rubble

And clouds of thick red dust upwards and everywhere,

It was an incredible sensation, I was unstoppable,

...

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Also by mike watts:

and on that bombshell | Facing the enemy | Reasons to be cheerful |

Bought

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Bought,

imagining her face

her smile

a butter dish

from Derbyshire

the cow on the lid

painted cheerfully

is sat on a creamy base

licks of grass growing up its sides

 

Wrapped

in gossamer tissue

taped at the edges

so as not to give away

its contents

beautiful

held

tightly

carefully

all the way home

sandwi...

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Tags: childhood,memories,mum,pottery

weather warning

The wind is making my hips creak

It's no use wind

I'm too rusty to be a weathercock

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Also by Neil Richards:

Rain | list |

The Moon: Golfballs, astronaut shit

For the organic and furious

A question and a sure thing

Is divided by nothing but time.

 

The moon could kill us all

With an inch of its bravery

Enslave us all in wonder forever

For the simple act of falling

 

Further and without hesitation

Into the darkening shack

Of mad curiosity

But instead

 

We have penetrated

The mysteries of this...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

Sometimes I Am Not Born | Voice In The Dark |

Gen. Sec.

I represent the under-paid                     

Down-trodden working classes,             

And strive to find a better deal              

For disadvantaged masses                                 

 

I encourage you, the workers,               

To continue with your fight,                   

(Those of you still working)                

To stand firm and to unite   ...

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Also by steve mellor:

The 'A' Factor | Street Life | Out Of The Mouths | Boxes |

blown away

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I was feeling a little radical

but she didn’t seem to mind

 

she was acting a little madical

but she nearly blew my mind

 

it all just seemed so badical

the semtex and the screws

 

I feel a little sadical

for us to end up on the news

 

I’m more than a little gladical

seventy virgins waiting here

 

but what’s that grumbling far away?

...

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Also by Banksy:

Albion | put it in a sock | GSOH | doggy style | meanderings |

Rzhepicks

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May be I am not as strong as it seems to be,

But I am not as weak as someone wants me to be.

 

It’s not the question of whom to marry,

It’s the question what to do with the rest:

Gary. Larry, Barry, Jerry……

   

            A drunken man shouted as his voice allowed:

            Where am I? I feel like to cry!

            You are in Soho square if to be ...

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Tags: humour

Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

Brain And Body | Let the Wind Rage Outdoor... | A PRAYER | A Message | A La Larissa Perfume | My Funny Money |

Saturday Night Sunday Lunch

 

You push me from the crumbling edge

of a tumultuous Saturday,

into the torpor of God’s Day,

to drown there

in other people’s dreams.

But tumbling through that thicket

of the faithful,

washed by the splash of cheap communion wine

my wafer-thin atheism

is passed from mouth to mouth

for Sunday lunch.

And later, replete, our friends depart

to gi...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Roadman | Sixty | Waiting for the words to come |

Halloween Party Pooper

 

Sorry to disappoint any Halloween hosts,

But I can’t seem to find the heart,

When confronted with vampires and ghosts,

I am just a boring old fart.

 

It’s an American thing, not British at all.

My childhood passed well enough without.

Therefore, this palaver is not my call,

I hardly know what it is about!

 

Halloween had never come to my street,

...

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Tags: Halloween

Also by Lynn Dye:

Daughter (II) | Daughter | Colin's Memory | Proposal | No More! | Autumn Dawn | Love Games | Mama Santa | Domestic Goddess | Old Shoe Box | Rock Star |

Sunday Girl

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My entry for the Sunday Times EFG Short Story Competition, 2012

http://tinyurl.com/5ttsyy2

 

 

 

 

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Also by STEVE RUDD:

A Poem for Bernard | Shutting-In Time |

FOR ROSE

 

(with regrets)

 

Rose, it doesn`t need me to say

How warm your eyes are,

How full of the merry-dance flicker and play

Of flame. The light of a bright star`s

Cold compared ( that light`s more near,

Snug from your heart-blaze, cosy and charm and cheer).

 

These are but truths.

 

And you`ve got grace girl, your dancing soothes

Tired eyes, as in...

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Dinner Party

Tomorrow evening,
with supper and a smile,
I'll stay awake with the ghost
of the girl you used to be,
and talk shit about the girl
you are now.

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Harlequin's Meditation - Sven Vath

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I have had a request to place this piece back. So for Lynn and anyone else, here it is. The original music score is called Harlequins Meditation and it is by a fantastic Dance Music composer called Sven Vath.

 

Harlequin

 

I’m not dancing

On the ceiling of conformists

Interpretations of how

They express their freedoms,

But I am dancing!

I am the harlequ...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

Tightrope | Our Children's Timeline | Firmly Planted - Solomon Jabby | American? | Abandoned | Fated Bubble of Warmth |

This is not a vodka; ginger, ice and lime

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I'm losing it

I'm losing it

I'm stood right here

refusing it

an ice cold one

that shouts-

'get  gone!'

that thrills of 

my abusing it

I excuse myself

a ruse myself

excuses me and

I myself

deny myself

a lift from

this Moscow mule

that i drive myself

I'm losing it

I'm losing it

I'm giving in

and chosing it.

 

...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Five degrees of separation (19th Oct 2011) | Involvement | Persephone's Perpetuum | Expression of freedom |

Pursue Transparency

 

In veils of secrecy the captured states

Obscure the havens of the ultra-rich,

Who claim to hover in their global cloud;

Untouched, untaxable and out of reach.

 

They slip through loopholes spun, in legal webs,

By spider lawyers, lobbyists, - with bribes.

They loot our assets; dodge, evade and hide;

And multiply their influence round the globe.

 

Wha...

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Tags: economics,globalisation,Politics

‘Make Meanings Collide/Cause These Words Are FREE…’

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Blog from Rachel on Inky’s October Open Mic. And it was our first anniversary too.

Inky is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!

Following the mania that was the August Mini-Fest, Inky Fingers took some much needed zzz’s in September. We had discussed using our massive salary bonuses to fly our tired selves to Cuba for the next planning meeting, but it turns out Do...

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Trying Something New

It's been a while since I've hit WoL with anything and thought I'd come back and see what people are up to.

 

I've been trying out a new way of writing poetry in the 1st person. As it's not my favourite form of writing (i.e. writing about my own experiences) I've started with a character description and have written a poem from that character's description. So let's see what you think a...

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Mayday

The 144 to Birmingham took twenty years

to burgeon from a blemish on the horizon

to the finish of the marathon. She promised

me I’d catch it, and waiting is a hard habit

to stop, unlike this Midland Red bus that plods

at funeral carriage pace. Of all the days

in all the Mays she dies upon the hottest -

always inapposite: mini – skirted in her forties,

wearing hig...

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Shells - With The Hardest Of Hearts (CB Bootleg Version)

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An instrumental (from Shell's Lunar Park EP released in June 2010 - not to be confused with the infinitely inferior Florence and the Machine tune) was offered on a "name your price" basis on http://shells.bandcamp.com, so I grabbed it. Thanks to Shells for making it available FOC for piss-poor poets p...

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Tags: Shells - With The Hardest Of Hearts

Why I got Naked for a Charity Calendar

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you and us

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YOU are surrounded by glass

Within that

The world

Can observe

The normality of dinner

The association of wealth

The body on the table

The watching of soaps

The entertaining of guests

The reading of books

Masturbation in bedrooms

The privacy of thought.

WE live under mirrors

And reflect them back at you

With that emotion

We coat o...

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Tags: art,experiment,observation,society,voyeurism

Radar

I'd rather be a blip. Two nights a week, Big-headed to think I get in. But I'd rather think that then nothing. An apple or a pear? You choose? Waiting for a text, But I don't want it to come. Level headed? Two extra drinks, why not haaaaaa. Mine, the strongest. Better than not. Regrettable on Friday.

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A kind of weird dream type thing of a poem

Gathering Wool

 

As I think I walk through an orrery

Of aspirations in parallel to the sixth constant

And oppression in madness trims the borders

Where the feet of the dead pursue

And embrace every stranger.

Though chastity is born of consecration

The chasm of lust denies

The broken glimpse of a benevolent hell.

And we beckon, crying,

Smelling of the ...

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Tags: A kind of weird dream type thing of a poem

Also by Peter Asher:

Wild Cat |

At Home With Adolf

For more than a year he screams to the sky, daring God to do his worst......
Disconcerting.  See me stand at our small bay window,
shrinking into shadow.
...........

He reflects the sum, the sorry state,
political views, skewed past the norm,
there's a darkness inside, deception
of self, eternal, burnt deep within.

 

He tames his world with fire and ash,
pollutes Mrs B...

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pride and joy

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I guess I should have worried

When you used to chop up worms

But I was your loving mother

So I wasn’t too concerned.

Maybe it was a bad sign

When you set fire to your bed

But I was just so doting

“Oh dear” was all I said.

And on the occasion

You hacked off your sister’s plaits

I must have been on your side so

We’ll draw a veil o'er that.

The...

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Tags: er,political poem

Also by Ann Foxglove:

autumn egg | great north diver | beautiful in snow | son goes | apple haiku | "The last remaining Mara hare . . . " | beguiled by seals |

Haikku for October

October

Sycamore leaves fall,

Evening paths become golden

Veins of memory

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All The Love In The World

 

 
I would like to live long enough to one day see,
the many people in this world sharing harmony,
caring for all, not just those they see each day,
sharing all their burdens freely and also some play.
 
Will it take a millenium or more to reach that state,
or can we wake everyone to take this dream and make,
a world fit for our brothers and sisters wherever...

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Tags: Love,Peace,Sharing

Also by Dave Dunn:

True Love Starts... | Could Have |

Prickle, Thorn and Deepest Thicket

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Oh, thou wicked, wicked man,

Prickle, thorn, and deepest thicket.

Doing the very best you can

To be half the man you used to be.

When lay you abed of wild wood flowers

In cool tall rye grass beneath a shimmering canopy of night,

Kissing out the stars until the morning hours

As if all dream magic of those moments can

Every find her heart amore,

Oh, thou wicked...

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Also by Augusta Darling:

Blue Bluest Blue Series 3 | Blue Bluest Blue (Series No.2) ( To be read in conjunction with previous poem) | Blue Bluest Blue |

'ThePoetry Spoke' Open mic! Guest Poet- Wols own Dave Bradley! - £20 prize up for grabs!

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'ThePoetry Spoke'

Great poetry and acoustic music night-

This Thursday Night-  8pm!

 

La Gondola 

22a Liscard Crescent

Wallasey- The Wirral

CH44 1AE   (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)

Check us out in the gig guide and view the photo- we're the venue/wine bar that has all the ivy going on lol.

 

Our Guest Poet

WOLs own!  ‘Dave Brad...

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Punk's Dead

Gather round children I'll tell you a tale

about a musical movement modelled to fail,

it made us jump, it made us cry

and put safety pin sales at an all time high.

It mocked the establishment filled them with dread

put kids on the dole on a stage instead,

t'was a thing of excitement that let us be free

but ultimately it wasn't to be.

 

It began in the summer ...

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Also by Jack Pascoe:

Hooded Youth | A Tale of Two Breasts (working title) | Christmas in Camden |

A Ghostly Poem

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Ghost to my left

ghost to my right,

ghost in front

oh what a fright.

 

Ghost behind

ghost all around.

How did I get

in this ghostly town?

 

I look at my hand.

What is this?

What do I see?

Oh my,

I can see

right through me!

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Tags: Ghosts,halloween,scary

Also by Shirley Smothers:

We Used to Make Love | A Silly Goblin Poem | Who is this Woman in the Mirror |

Russet Rustlings

I rustle through crisp clusters of lost, crunching leaves

Which gather, bunched and rusting russet, in the thickets

And sniff the wafting, musty, fusty, rustic scents

Of fungal undergrowth amongst sparse, once-lush bushes.

 

Last, rash, brash leaflets stick to sycamore and ash

But soon shall slip their tenuous grips and hustle, fluttering

To forest’s floor to settle,...

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kitchen

The drips come in
from the bathroom
to my favourite home tomb
with all the solutions
the kitchen

the answer is there
by the earthen
ware
i plan
to bake
a flan
base

their absorbency
is
ace

now out of the tin
i pop it
on the side
where
the drips come in

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Also by Sim Le Wilt:

Call centred | Walk tall | Time | No time like the present |

Lorna

 

It was a public madness:

comments not making sense, snow-flaking words on photos shared by friends of friends.

Oblique comments passed by lookers on. ‘WTF’s she on about?’ and ‘get her tole’ and passive vaguings mentioning getting better  for the kids.

 And I sit and mourn her while she lives. Watch it huge and vast.

Remembering my own lost year

and feel a little anxio...

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Tags: facebook,mental illness,platitudes

evolutionary kindergarten

from birth to death

sole goal - survival - food shelter procreation

physical packaging – noses eyes skin size

adaptive to given environments

polar tropical temperate mountains jungles deserts

group isolation for long ages

but erratic climates shifted tectonic plates drifted

peoples migrated

and mixed

 

through long ages

the strong the crafty c...

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Tags: black history month and cultural diversity

What's on the B side?

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What’s on the B side?

 

I’m here again, in this endless trough

The walls all slippery and smooth

As before, I jump up to gain a hold

Then slide back to the floor in a crumpled heap

A wall in the distance I move that way

Over strange things that stare at me

Their surface like the wall but colder to touch

One more time in the sky above us

That impossibly hu...

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Also by Clayton Mooreorless:

Blackness waits | Jim Reaper | Vista |

LITTLE STREAM

 

The feeling of peace longing for more
Watching reflections move with the flow,
The water ripples beneath my toes
And of this place no one knows.
 
I look with intent at the darkening sky
With solemn face and a tearful eye
Looking across the meadow way
Watching the young deer at play.
 
The window of light bright once again
Over places dear to my...

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Seconds

Yes Sir, I can dance.

I have been given

a second chance.

 

Life is colour.

I no longer wonder with hesitation.

I know what I am searching for.

I will keep my reputation.

 

Life is a sweet sensation.

I have a second chance.

I can dance all life long.

I cannot go wrong.

 

Yes Sir, I feel like talking.

I feel like sauntering through time.

...

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Also by Jules Clare:

Love Shroud | Appreciation | Circles of Love | Wire |

She Loves Me

She loves me to the sun and back

moon, planet, stars

She loves me 100%

(which is as far as you can go)

She has a love chain

and I’m at the top

along with God and Jesus

Below me come family

then friends

then neighbours

then the unknown, who are nice

then robbers and murderers

who aren't

She tells me not to post this

because it’s cheesy

...

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Tags: a child's eye,innocence,love

Also by Isobel:

Skin Deep | Chlamydia |

Sex and sewing.

A lot of modern women today either can't, or don't choose to sew..

Why bother when you can throw away cheap to buy, cheap to make clothes

at the first signs of a rip or tear, or because the machine stitching's been put under strain

by weight gain?

Everything's made by semi slave labour in the far east anyway; if we in the west didn't

throw everything away long before it's ...

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Tags: sewing,sex,sexism,solipsism

File not Found

Disc drive stutters.

Confused eyes stare.

Information is regurgitated

by acquiescent lips.

Old data perfectly preserved

in files long forgotten

but yesterday's data

has to be re-entered

and re-entered.

Directory error.

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Also by Dave Carr:

Not a tit at all | Logic |

After The Fall

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After The Fall

To deny her nothing

To be perfect

To love

(Like I love myself)

As she is

As she will

To want magic

To want more of her

Dreams don't phantom can't

Won't accept never

No

They gather together scattered bits

And build

In need and in too deep

In pebbles of a drying rose

Blues fall like darkness

Like warriors tired from battle

Like dre...

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Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):

Politics | From Wise, Why's, Y's (reported by Mike Hazard) | Island Life & Fear Of Fire | Amnesiacs | Jarred Bottle: Revolution would never occur... | Voices of the Andoumboulou |
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