Us/We

On tip toes,

A one-legged dancer,

Twirling, precariously

Reaching out,

To hands that do not exist,

Carpet pulled from under feet

A ground that shakes

In defeat

I stand.

My future, with you

Uncertain.

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The Farty Party Manifesto

 

Hark hark here it comes!

I’ve got a solution for dwindling fuel,

I’m sourcing renewable energy.

 

I plan to campaign on flatulent change;

promoting emissions,

employing the parp,

exploiting my arse

for the nation.

 

Hark hark here it comes!

Sustainable bums are humming for heat,

producing renewable energy.

 

Think of the children and all of their kin.

...

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Orbit

Orbit

The infinite stars of the cosmos
But you're my only one
Amongst the brilliance of diamonds
You're the brightest sun
The center of my universe
And I, the satellite that covets your love
In an endless orbit, we waltz on and on
To the beating of our hearts...

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Also by Smash Lee:

Seasons |

On the Road

Dancing in the streets
With no shoes
In the summer heat
Laughing out loud
Singing out of tune.

I'm dying for an adventure
A new thrill ride
A new journey
There a whole world
To discover out there.

Packing up my clothes

Looking for car keys
Grabbing my favorite cds

Party shades on
I'm out the door.

Driving down the road
Blasting the stereo

The sun blazing over the horizon
Something is up ahead
Something amazing

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Also by Keebler The Elf:

Your Eyes Are Like Stars | Masterpiece | Stuck In Space | Now I Am Death, The Destroyer of Worlds | The Summer Song |

Heaven or Hell

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-the ramblings of another young girl-

written: 3/04/15

 

The Angels in my heart

whisper to me,

"Love him."

 

But, 

my love,

 

The demons in my mind

scream at me,

"Leave him."

        .L.m.P.

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Also by .L.m.P.:

In The End |

NORIS ROBERTS INTERVIEWS NORIS ROBERTS

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1. Who is Noris Roberts?

I am a simple, dreamy, cheerful, sensitive, restless, sensitive, sincere person who loves life and above all freedom. I strongly believe in God and I thank him to let me see every day with a smile on my heart. I love sharing and as the song says "I wish I had a million friends buttoned to my skin giving me relief and happiness". Laughter...

2. Lawyer, writer, Peace A...

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Today

Today, I woke in the same place,
That, last night, I lay down to sleep.
It's apparent nothing has changed,
But something has happened to me!

I look in the mirror; same face,
Same brown eyes looking back at me.
It's apparent nothing has changed,
But something has happened to me!

Everything's as it's always been?
But something has happened to me!

Doing what I do every day,
I go abou...

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Tags: kyrielle form,poetry

Featherweight (03/04/2015)

the world's a bunch of pink and white faces painted silver and gold, 
skins outgrowing souls, gnarled as inpatient fingernails
clipped by death as they grow old.

Beauty is fleeting; ugly moves in to stay,
mining cracks in the asphalt, bearing roots and twisted leaves
meaning well, being honest
smoking cigarettes and swearing
ladelling light-touched showtime beer soaked love
clumsily on o...

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Tags: at least i tried

Also by Zach Dafoe:

Ray Charles 0553 (02/28/2015) |

Lady Spodden

Follower of the Sun,
Her liquid fingers caress,
Cooling, calming.
She dances in diamond clothing,
Swirling lubriciously,
Flirting with the overhanging foliage,
Taunting it with release.
Promising all,
Then passing on,
Giving nothing,
Its thirst for her,
Unquenched.

Libertine lover,
Carrying fallen heroes,
Dressed in their angry uniforms,
Brown, Yellow, Orange, Red,
Swept up in he...

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Also by Jacqueline Phillips:

R.A.M. |

Conflation (a work in progress)

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A Paradox is a conflation of stigmata: The absurdity of mathematics and ones inability to describe (in language) what we experience. This confusion is the point at which motion obeys all laws. A paradox owes more to poetry than science. A paradox is a conflation of contradictory assertions. At no time nor space, are you able to ascertain the point at which a changeover occurs... Movement never occ...

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Limpet

Wanting him

continues writing

desiring,hungering thoughts

that lift from the pages

of my mind

in between every second

 

disturbing,offsetting

the steadiness of breathing

through lips untouched by his.

 

I can't put up much longer

with just hurtfully dreaming.

I mus'nt continue like this

allowing those beautiful jolts

to seminally emerge.

 

Perhaps...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

Out of the ordinary | Hara-kiri | Illicit (extended) |

Grecians

Grecians  

 

Hellas and the port of Piraeus hold a memory

in my seafarer’s heart, civilised people, no

they are not leaders of efficiency but you can

talk to them and expand your knowledge.

Not forgetting whores, they had time for a drink

sharing of a joke and didn’t hurry you.

 

In Hamburg it was never thus, no smiles, no foreplay

efficiency ruled; money on the table...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

early morning sonnet | Not a sonnet is | house ants |

MADDDNESSSSS

im watching this girl 

almost two hours into a deep intelecutal converstation of human anthoropology

her bordum pushes her to write on her jeans

one leg proped up close to her chest

knee straight in her face

pen ink to denim madness

she has never thought about them

there is no way

those shivering legs

the starving minds

excess of choice 

potential negotiation

co...

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Also by Cierra Breeze Potts:

luv |

Needs and wants

My heart wants what her heart needs

 

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Also by giovannie:

It takes | stranger | just for you and i | just craziness | the best of me |

Self Love

It’s been more than a while,

Where I haven’t had to fake this wonderful smile.

I can feel deep inside a beautiful light,

That I know is shining ever so bright.

I now know what I have to gain,

As happiness showers on me like thundering rain.

I see no reason to feel angry and blue,

Because I know this exciting feeling is true.

I feel it in me, it’s not to cover my emotions,

...

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Also by Jojo:

The Days To Ponder | Trust | One not to mess with |

Small World

And the cold 

comes again
And sometimes 
it is forever 
winter
And sun 
or no sun
you can't warm 
your bones 
and you can't change 
your past
your present 
or even 
your future
Sometimes 
you can't change 
your life
You live it
You lived it
And sometimes 
though you've managed 
before
you don't survive 
the avalanche 
dressed ...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

Pointless |

Happy Spring!

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Tenderly stepping on the last snow

The first of March is coming.

Spring will release the love arrow,

Beautiful songs of love humming.

 

The feeling of spring is known to all,

It happens every coming year.

My loving spring has no wall,

Its sounds I can clearly hear.

 

March is a harbinger of changes.

It smiles happily together with me.

Its grace has the wid...

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Tags: spring

Darkside

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'Thats one small step for man

one giant leap for mankind'

 

Oh really?

 

Should lunar inhabitance

come about

will she also

receive the same damage as Earth?

 

Man needs to deal

with the far more important conquest first.

 

That of his self.

His REAL self.

 

_____________________________________________

 

 

© Stef Wilde 2015 

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Every days dying menu | Settled |

Looking back in Anger

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Shorter and shorter
my poems fall out
less obviously nowadays

spelling out their messages
less clearer

more mysteries
and less obvious

freelancing through
life

no longer
looking back at things
in anger.

 

 

(For Sarah)

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Tartan Beret

Fat raindrops tumbling into slate-slick puddles

like dropped pennies, splashing.

Holding out your hat, upside down

the tartan beret,

you comically try to catch them

laughing, as if you could win a prize,

before emptying them out with a flippant shake,

all interest gone.

I watch you as your body floats,

perfectly, a sculpture brought to life,

moving through my astonish...

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Sky Writing

What flights of fancy
Captivate my reverie.
Fathomless blue, etched
With lines, straight as arrows,
Criss-crossing as if fired
In a frenzy.
Blaze their path in silence,
Trailing fragile lifelines
Insubstantial as vapour;
Whilst clouds obey the wind,
And build castles.

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Also by Tilly:

Success |

Dexteram Patris

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Dexteram Patris

Uncomfortable
seeing him that way,
and she,
ever supportive,
gently touching
his arm
for reassurance.

but there is a failing,
something not the same,
although in looks
we are so similar.

The Prodigal returns
and sees his father,
straight of back
and stern of countenance,
falling to pieces.

The once proud frame -
busted

and she,
as beautiful as always,
...

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Tags: declining health,dementia,father,favourite chair,prodigal son,richpix,right hand of the father

I Think I Know You

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I think I know you, you was their plaything
 for too long you coped alone with the pain
 they'd only hurt you more if you spoke out...
 Never invited to parties or their camping trips
 for hours you would sit alone in your room,
 your safe haven where nobody could harm you

You tried so hard to fit in, changing yourself
only to be hurt more, to be abused constantly,
You wanted to be part ...

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Also by Tony Kasazkaja:

Through The Eyes Of Innocence | Next Year Will Be Different |

Overcoming Fear

-Caught in vague phobias

of all future may present

 

Riddled with ambiguity

 it might never represent

 

A fear of ensuing failure

 logic gets to wear a veil

 

Inhibiting valid outcome

it otherwise would entail

 

Unless strange tried out

not known if be achieved

 

Nothing stays impossible

what’s earnestly believed

 

However much be darkest

...

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Tags: life

The liberation

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Trapped in a small cocoon,
Long have I been waiting
During many a moon
For this second coming.
I was wrapped up all warm
In a shroud of cotton
I was merely a worm,
In a land all forgotten,
A changeling, in this hold,
The cosiest of jails.
My wings were in a fold,
A mesh of tangled sails,
Hidden from all to see,
Colours of vibrant blue.
Now is the time for me
To arise and be true.
A...

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Also by Marie-Anne:

RSVP |

18 years

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This poem today is a tribute to my late departed father, whom left this world 18 year ago. 

18 Years

18 years
a lifetime of tears shed for a controversial hero, now
reduced to a photo on marble stone
here in the cemetery
you can't be alone

surrounded by others
taken before their time
some young, some old, and some new
but in this place of rest
all that matters to me is you

a faded ...

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Tags: death,memories,poetry,unwanted day and month

THE FAMILY - an Acrostic poem

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There’s one word that everyone should know and treasure

Hold in reverence for life long companionship and pleasure

Even on the darkest days when pain and distress abound

Family is the one word that can bring a comforting sound

All can benefit if they simply recall their sister & brother

Maybe they are distant people they have yet to discover

In this world there is but o...

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Tags: family,humanity,Love

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK

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(a jaunty form called an anacreontic)

 

Raise your voices; sisters speak!

International Women’s Week.

Banish weakness.  Let’s be strong.

Time to right what has been wrong.

Linking arms in sisterhood,

Pledged to Justice, pledged to Good.

Standing proud and standing tall,

The worth of one the strength of all

Yellow, brown or black or white

Joined together in the figh...

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The Tree House

Last day of summer

and our golden nearly-double-digits fairy flute child

is giggling with her almost-first-best-friend

sharing silly secrets

in amongst the branches of the tree house,

whilst beneath them

our deep dark ancient little man

is lurking in the shadows, as he does,

revelling in the role of villain,

plotting their demise.

 

On days like this I have to shad...

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