Tree fellers

They cut down
The trees 
They do
And don't 
See the wood 
It's simple 
I think 
For me 
Don't cut down
What doesn't 
To die 
Don't not ask
A question
Of something inside
And you'll know 
Don't ask
And kill yourself
This time
This place
It's not
So difficult 
Be open

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

The forest | The fair ground | swarm | Cave people | Paper dolls | The march of the living dead | count down | The perfect murder | Inside out | Like monkeys in the rain | castles that bounce | Marbles | Lying Eyes | Truth and Lies | half an eye | plug hole |

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Her parted lips in silence said more than spoken breath

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

(untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | Passe-moi un crayon |

A Stranger's Smile

Someone, whom I didn’t recognise,

smiled at me today,

a smile that seemed to meet her eyes

as I passed on my way.

And even if of little depth,

a gesture which costs nowt

put a spring into my step,

there can be little doubt

in returning her ready smile

my walk became worthwhile.

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Modern Times


Artificial heart

Its batteries fastened to your belt

Be careful

Always have reserve batteries

In your pocket

Should you run out you have got

2 minutes

To find and replace

So do not fumble and lose them

On the floor.  

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

The Serb General | Yemeni | worth fighting for | The French | waterway | the problem with humour | freedom of the press | a woman's man | soul caretaker | something gained | fulfillment of dreams | comedians | Eye of the needle | haiku | spring and three friends | Ambling About | mirror mirror on the wall | New Year 2015 | haiku written on the way to work |

A Poem A Day For A Year

Today has been another good day. I finally made the big leap and got WordPress Premium. We got some email accounts set up with the @bunburymagazine domain name. I think I went a little bit over board with that. I did however stop short at creating! We do have advertising@, submissions@. admin@, marketing@ and then personal ones for our dedicated Bunbury workers,...

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Also by Christopher Moriarty:

A Poem A Day For A Year - 23/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 22/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 21/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 20/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 19/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year & Self-Evaluation - 18/01 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 17/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 16/01/15 |


We worship different prophets,

listen in earnest to their devout words

and marvel at the miracles,

that some say are smoke and mirrors.

So are we foolish to be fooled?

If there be gods, with real omnipotence,

then surely we would seek to bring them down

in favour of more friendly deities,

that sit with us, that feel our pain,

those gods that we can touch

in common dre...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Tidings | Resolution | 9th Age | The Rubicon Years |

*2 0 1 5*

Depending on where you are I T can be pretty on the outside but then again not.

I dont know how exactly but Ive mangaged to survive.

There are wars but peace lives next door. 

There's hate running amongst I T's grounds but love is always somewhere floating in the air.

It drives me insane how individuals like myself can become so settle

I T took me damn near twenty long  years to STO...

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Also by Starr Steele:

Unfinished Love... |

Depression Is A Killer

Do you ever feel like you could just scream for eternity
Every thought you cast upon yourself contains pure negativity
People wonder how you can feel so low, but they don't know,
Reality to you is completely different to that in which they live
Every night you go to bed, you wish that it would be the last
So many sleepless nights you're plagued by insomnia,
Suicidal tendencies play upon your...

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Tags: anxiety,depression,hurt

Also by Tony Kasazkaja:

Growing Old Disgracefully | The Shadows On The Wall | Poverty In The UK | Modern Living | Alice | A Quiet Evening Down The Local | Depression | Mockingbird | Little Jimmy | The Hero A Nation Forgot | Do You Believe In Angels |

To hell I am inured

Her childhood she spent
In a backwater of development
Where harmful practices
Mainly the fair sex that subject,
Thrived rampant.

A blow on the row dealt
Broke she sobbed and wept
Irritate at a community
Social filths that tolerate.

On a way to school
Raped by a woody pool,
She and her dream
For a life better
Got asunder,
Not to mention
The lacerating physical pain
She was forced to...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Old Flame | Come to Ethiopia |

Disbelieving the believers

The service

has been serviced.

Prayers have been mumbled

and seen to be mumbled

by the mumblers.


Then packed off

to separate heavens

each worshipper has made

in their dreaming of separate heaven minds.


The bleating flock

with sunday smiles

collecting a piece

of invisible peace


a pretentious soul warm

from Christs supposed fire.

Another we...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

Finale | Gustation | A mad half hour on a cold (obviously)Winters canal walk | Mine until | Repudiated | Men in black | Head clutter | Post separation |


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Poem 223 of 230:  SERIOUS SERVING

We were taught “stand in-plane, like a golfer” -
    Who started this “aim at the umpire”?!
And, when setting, why bounce the ball at all?
    Why not look-longer at where it should fall?

(C) David Franks 2003; from - 

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My Heart Is A Level Crossing

Does your heart stop
when confronted by beauty

Out walking on an autumn evening
a train intersects the low setting sun
crossing a bridge over the swollen river
our worlds' perfection is exposed 
so clearly

And my heart stops
like a level crossing
my heart stops
in that moment

I take a breath
a deeper breath
reeling in that moment
let the beauty in

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Tags: beauty,nature,stuff

Also by Tom:

Ruins | It Feels So Far Away This Evening... | Nocturne | Follow The Raindrops | Calligraphy | Artefacts | Blackbird |


Do the Scots celebrate William Wordsworth

Who lived not far from their border?

Do they eulogise John Keats or Lord Byron?

If not, then let's call them to order!


Why should we tolerate Burns Night

Who are as Scottish as spaghetti bolognese?

Spare us the haggis and the drone of those pipes

And hangovers that linger for days!


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Also by M.C. Newberry:


From the trench to park bench

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My first book of poetry published in paperback. Available on Amazon and all bookshops .

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Tags: poetry army

Homecoming Battle

Battering drums of feet hitting pavement,

Cackling cacophony of shrilll gossips treats,

Shoving past war painted, birther's of terror,

Occasional screeching's of insincere greets.


I hold my position and scan the horizon,

No movement of forces, no sighting of ranks,

Opponents and rivals move inwards towards me,

Pressing in at my sides, and sniping my flanks.



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Tags: childhood,love,returning troops,school,son,war,world war 1

Also by Jacqueline Phillips:

The Usual | Book | INSANITY'S BAR | Who Am I? |

The Light of Faith

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I tend to

hide my

faith. I am

afraid of

being criticized.


But do not

follow my example.

Do not hide

your light.


Let your light

of faith shine

bright for all

to see.

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Tags: faith,Light,shine

The college years

Enter the pretty young things

With fresh faced blue jeaned legs

Their hair long and blond

Flowing free

Not yet tied back

Tied up

Not yet constrained

By babies, lovers, soft furnishings

Hard decisions and crushed dreams


Their conversation glittering awash

With all there is to do

Bags and coats

Eyes ablaze

With questions, thoughts and ideas

Not for them...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Celebration |




I used to buy toilet paper

for 4 now just for one

so I get the 2 pack

the half loaf

the small pack of marge


Open the door of my

one bedroom flat

make a cup of tea for


listen to songs by people

missing someone


Make my single bed

turn round to see no one

wake up, kiss no one goodbye

shed tears that no one

will see


Come ...

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Also by David R Mellor:

DEATH is shit... | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | EVERYONE’S A KNOBHEAD | You’re so God like (I.S) | STEVEN GERRARD | I Scaled Dungeons This Year |

But it was so easy to love me...

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I only had to hear from your lips

a phrase of love,

or have loved me silently

as one loves God


To love me...

It would have been sufficient that you moistened my body,

navigated between my lips and my back,

seen a tiny gesture that would teem my soul,

and as a desired psalm,

love me again and again

until feeling the fire entering the arena of my skin


To lo...

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Tags: love poem

Also by Noris Roberts:

Remembrance... | I write because... |


You see, life and death are endlessly in love

Life, hurt from seperation, frequently gives death eternal gifts

Death, lost in passion, takes these gifts and keeps them with her forever



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Also by Summer:

I Saw You |


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The black soul of a sinner,
in a numbing amphetamine haze,
listens to the screech of bats
and considers his end of days.
Sitting in the suicide dark
in Marion County, Tennessee,
he has followed the stumbling ghosts
of the Chickamauga Cherokee.
He listens to the whispering water
tempting him in that cave
where he thinks no one will find him
to lay flowers on his grave.


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Tags: god,Johnny Cash,Nickajack caves,redemption,suicide attempt,the man in black

Also by Ian Whiteley:

Broken Doll | Art Attack | Cronos (The Reaper) | Resolution #9 |




Would you have the courage to disinter dream, to let sands of time take away what has been.


To hold your own peace under spiritual threat and give a smile at the ending of mournful regret.


To see children as teachers and evil men too.  Until you know silence as silence knows you.


Or lay patient in mourning for a time pain will pass when a vision of future i...

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Also by Ged Thompson/ Liverpool Poet:

The Train Ride | An Aphorism Of Mystery | One thinks |


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A sharp inhalation of breath.  Mine.
There!  Did you hear the snap of a twig?
Wishing you are not on you own?  No, I’m fine.
Pressing on.  Carefully.  A small touch of fear
That thrilling nervousness.  Presaging excitement.
Is it possible someone is near?
I can’t see anything.  Only hear.
Where are the others?  I don’t want to know.
With their inane chatter banishing the magic
Of moments ...

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Tags: alone,Dark,fulfillment

The Sermon of Reverend Collier

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Drumming across windows
In both of the toilets
Banging could frequently be heard
Dragging chairs under the stairs
In the entrance hall

Thawed in the cheesy music
Leading to the main bar
Twitching across your back
Like a whistle blower
Drowned out by the noise

Over the sticky floors
And watered down lager
Curving into a maze of bodies
Aglow in a series of frantic lights
Sweeping d...

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If You Don't Know Me By Now

you always hear them say this,
whenever they've survived some great natural disaster,
or a terrorist attack, or a nuclear explosion,
or even when they've won the bloody EuroMillions.
"it was just an ordinary morning;
no different from any other day."

Jean's husband had been up and about for thirty three minutes:
singing out of tune to Absolute Radio
and forgetting to rinse the shower.
thirty three wasted m...

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Tags: adultery,marriage

Also by Matt Abbott:

Open All Hours | Tony's Slip #twitterfiction | In Church On A Tuesday Night | I Matter [commissioned by York Arc Light] | Flat 1A - Marigolds |



How can an arch hold

the weight of a boulder,

Bowed over, not groaning?

It was the same with her shoulders.

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Tags: grandma

Also by James Roper:

A fall in the Morning |

Bunfight At The Kerbside Corral


She stands at the kerbside
It's what she does best
Stopping the traffic
In her high vis vest 
She scans all around
Through silted eyes
Never once blinking
Sight set on the prize
A battle of wills
Is the name of the game
Everyday is different
Yet always the same
She rocks too and fro
On the balls of her feet
Sideways glances
Up and do...

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Tags: driving,Humour,school

Also by Chris Briggs:

Spirit Of Christmas | Fuck it, I’m indecisive |

Love life

The way your hands attach themselves to my body

The way your lips stick to mine

That breif moment we stop and look deep into eachothers eyes

Trying to find forever

Love is mixed

Along with friendship



Together it made a clear view of our future

Take my hand

Take a risk

Lets start off our life

Somewhere new

Repopulate the world

Make it our ow...

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Tags: Happiness,Love,Relationship

Also by ashley-monet:

silence |

Autumn Division (1/18/2015)

a house of churches: banners of lament
built of pills, blood, love and cement
flags at half-mast, although
good intentions never fall
reaper-kind, what good we sow.

roads that spiral inward
shattered like glass
rewrote like victor's history
great minds losing likeness
drawn up into a mystery.
bridges burnt at sunrise
our compass, an impasse.

meeting's on sundays
the foundation of a so...

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Tags: fence shuffle posse death is innocence lost lost l

Also by Zach Dafoe:

Inept (1/11/15) | Marlboro's Men (01/09/2015) | Mosaic Meadows (01/08/2015) |

Instability. (Or: Apathy [leading to anarchy] in the UK.)

Instability, we've already got it globally; but here

in the UK we're still okay, so far. But what happens when

a combination of apathy and self interest have eroded  our 

stability away?

We take democracy for granted, but I'm hearing today, on 'BBC

Democracy Day', that in the last general election, 17 million

eligible voters (1 million more women than men) failed to

exercise t...

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Tags: BBC Democracy Day,global instability,sleep walking,the super rich

Also by Phil Fletcher:

The split infinitive. (Or 'Twisted logic'; or 'Running scared.') | The not too unusual occurrence of treading in dog dirt while you're out walking in the half light time. | Incredibly Stupid. |


How strange it is

that some dogs, though repeatedly

pushed away, or beaten

will return to the abuser

to be kicked away again.

Is it loyalty, or a refusal

to acknowledge they are not wanted

or the age old lure of running after the unattainable?

Or simply, lack of brains.

Me? I prefer cats.

Self respect is key.


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Also by Preeti:

Letters |

Mountains of Facts

So very many of them,
far beyond, far far beyond,
way beyond
any one individual's ability, 
beyond the capacity of any person
to read, to absorb, to grasp,
to know,
to understand.
Too much, too much
by a mind-boggling margin
as billions of new facts
are created every day.
Fresh mountains are added, whole ranges,
and you and I can manage
to take on board just six or seven
or ...

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Also by Dave Bradley:

Metaphysical musing |

The Picture

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My son has drawn the Sun circles

And all the land with the white dove.

The rays of the Sun had different  referrals,

But  they all appeared  in  everyone’s love.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 19th of January, 2015

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Tags: love,picture,sun

Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

Bile of Crocodile |

Cold and Broken

-the ramblings of another young girl-


  This empty sky, 

starless and dark,

reminds me of my heart..

and how you left it cold and broken 

and rotting in my chest.


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Also by .L.m.P. :

iloveyou |


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                                    When January wind its fist doth shake

                                    And wooden fences tear from their places

                                    When horses start, when cattle shelter take


                                    To the hearth...

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Tags: Liverpool Poets,Poetry,Subacchi,Welsh Poets

Dead Man Walking Blues

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If we are lucky, we grow old; if we are wise, we will remain forever young.

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Tags: Old Age,Spoken Word poetry


I don't think I can do this anymore

'cos I'm just another sleepwalker

with aspirations to awaken

Nothing special.

I'm in between the worlds

Can't unknow what I know

don't know how to get to where I want to go. 

The choice I have is clear:

Continue anyway

despite being navel gazingly centred on self

despite naysayers both in and outside my body

believing it to be po...

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Also by Lea:

Truth Will Out |

Leave Innocently

Leave Innocently

How can I ask you to stay when I'm the one to leave?
To want you would be selfish but this is my own selfish plead
This is like the first day, forever loving you eternally
So I leave with a heart full of love
And will reborn with that love once more
So I ask you, let me go please
And just watch me
Leave innocently...

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Also by Smash Lee:

Leveled Up | The Big Bang | Her Love | Whispers |


Emotions trickle out as two worlds collide


Forces pulling at every muscle

Making you want to smile day in and day out

For the rest of your life

Butterflies beating softly against your stomach

Attempting to escape

Knowing if they build up any longer

He will know of your excitement and overwhelming happiness


There is this funny thing we call fate

A single invisib...

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Also by Caitlyn Olszewski:

The Glimmer |


Their lips meet in a soft kiss 
She touches his face with tenderness 
As he draws her body near, their future from here is very clear 

Forgotten now, the world outside as you can see the passion in their eyes. 
His kisses warm, helped to escalate the firm connection they often debate. 
We have all night so don't go to fast, I want this sensually to last. 
Make love to me, ignite that burning fire as you...

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Also by Kate:

Wiccan | What It Takes | Stuck Lonely Girl | The Run | Dissipate | Escape | I do not feel, therefore, I do not fear | To You | What Have You Done? | Beautiful Disaster | Why? | Why? | Affliction | Rapture | Me & You | Your Eyes Won't Let Me Sleep | Sweet Heart | Forbidden Love | Fate | Who Knew | Essence | Changed | When I Was Young | Catch My Breath | Far too long | My blood | Convoluted | Beloved |

Stars of Eros.

The stars under my feet, the white country songs of 
the marble sun morn the western flight in waves and 
white robes and I see the other side with eyes of long 
veils. There in the eastern cave of serene shades the 
musk of Eros lingers in fair springs. O fair maid! O 
little heart! Ever watchful and woeful in the folly of 

I shiver in the starlight. Come, lily dreaming weeping...

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Three poems in Dead Snakes Magazine

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Tags: Dead Snakes magazine,poems,poetry,poetry magazine

Waiting for Nancy (XVII)

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Untraced in the darkness
Of bloodied roses
Over the next two weekends
My footsteps
Launched arrows
At various birthday dos,

Raw from realignment
Copped led
Pretending to be a tram
Ina turmoil of movement

Losing myself
In the acoustics
Of tender fingers
Lost in clenched fists

Polishing words
Falling through dust holes
Bottled up in hazelnut emotions
Of the birth of another re...

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Also by Gray Nicholls:

waiting for Nancy (XVI) | Waiting for Nancy (XV) |

Indian Summer

Indian Summer


An Indian summer in October

A non uniform day in the dirge of dreariness

In you swept unannounced

A hurling hurricane

A sea of calm

A pocket of promises waiting to be unearthed 

You found me in the dearth of my moldy life

You scalpel scraped the pallet clean

Sprouted taste buds where once before lay some withered woes

Alas, you’re an avocado!


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Tags: love

After striking a match

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There is a rubbing together

of hands.

An expectation in open palms

lowered over the grate

as a little cheery smokey spiral

ascends to be scattered by the icy wind.


From between the kindle rafted logs

the ballet of flames begins.

Slowly the gaudy dancers

perform their combustible leaps and curlings

snaking around the dead wood

caressing it like witches fingers...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Terrible place,revisited | 69's in our 68's! | Face changer | Dads d-i-y sanctuary | Natural poet | When the sky Lion roars | Perchance on a dying day |


Come back to me...this pain sucks!

I warned you like a giant box of never listened!

A fire is caught and I am burning down!

Deep down the street...somebody is dying in pain and the world is sound in sleep!!!

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Also by Rims:

Betrayal | Emotions | Tears of Blood |


There was a little old lady,
Cute a button and quiet as a mouse,
Her sky was very dark and shady,
I met her in a red brick house,
She had a complex story,
Not too many words but eyes with much to say,
She told me life will never be hunky-dory,
Her messages are forever with me from today,
There was an articulate man,
Full of wisdom to share as in a circle we sat,
His message made me see t...

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No Other Way But In Fantasy

No Other Way But In Fantasy


     My eyes sting as if

Pepper had been sprayed,

The tears warm upon

Cheeks so cold they could almost

Sit comfortably in the cavern

Of Man-kinds world,

     No deed had been done –

No spat with an authority that

Lacks a heart to confess –

But then; we’re all busy

Remembering the lies we have told,

     We’re all keeping


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Also by Noetic-fret!:

One Wall - Two Sides | Sprint |

Sepulchral Body.

I forget how once
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.

Sepulchral body
rhythmic dancing
rupturing those vessels
 from the  pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
 now barren and prickly
a dessert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.

I observe those migratory birds
soaring their temperate destination
as pe...

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Tags: hurt,love,migration,poetry


We crept downstairs in the dead of night
and crouched in the fridge’s sallow light
to savour hushed and secret sips.
We licked deceit off greedy lips
and put the tin back where it went.
Our yawning infant thirst unspent
we whispered back upstairs to bed.     
Now, all childish want is shed
and no forbidden thing as sweet
will spur me like that metal teat.

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