I didn't want a sister.

~I didn’t want a sister.
An attention seeking, always shrieking, barely speaking
ball of snot.
I didn’t want a sister.
I never asked for Igle Pigle to dance and prance before my eyes
taking up my valuable TV slot.
I just did not want a sister.

A stroppy nine year old, boisterous and bold, who was
never willing to do as they were told,
I thought I would soon be forgot.
I didn’t want a s...

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Also by Eva Curless:

Beanstalk | School. | The Ones We Call Leaders | Rabbit in the Headlights | Heavy Footed | Barbie Doll | Every Day Battles | Flander's Fields. |

If I Die



If I die I won’t have to worry

About alien invasion and unclear fission

A meltdown with some flying saucers

And laser-beamed annihilation


If I die I won’t have to worry

About pandemics and dodgy medics

An online virus like E-bo-la

Coughing up blood like cherry-co-la


If I die I won’t have to worry

About runny poos and chicken flus

Asteroids and bloo...

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Also by Colsibabes:

Big Black Clouds | Just How it Feels | Take it Out 4am | Sibling Rivalry | Eyesore | Stir Fried Emotions | cutting down trees with small blades | Lisa Says | Yellow Triumph Dolomite | I'll give you money | Sex in Cars (the process) | Sex in Cars (a quickie before bedtime) | Up for Sale | Miklos Panos | Fun in a Fiat 500 | no idea why | From a Faded Photo of a Little Boy | Albino Poem | Glue PhotoPoem | Goodbye Gunter | Spine PhotoPoem | Love You PhotoPoem |

One From My Uni Days!

10am - I peel back my moth eaten eye curtains;

recoil from brash bright light; fight to pull my

security blanket back over my lead head and

snuggle into the comfort of my bed. As the room

around me spins like a merry-go-round (minus the

merry), my head feels so heavy. Suddenly conscious

my tongue is a prune – I long for the tap, I sit up too soon.

The ceiling crashes dow...

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Also by Natfastic:

Love Me; Let Me Be | You Bore Me | Reravelling | FUN! | My Pretty | On the Lake | A Learning Love | Everything Changes | I Used to be Defensive | Oh, But I Am Not |



I wanted to be a singer of popular tunes, but I didn’t have

The voice for it, sounded like humpback a whale’s mating

call  it was said; how would they know I swam with whales

along the coast of Alaska in my younger days, only gave it up

when a flipper was damaged by a propeller


A school friend became a singer made money travelling

around fairs singing what was in ...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

Nepal | self repressing | moon and sun | dream reality | mie | Parisians | BEAUTY THE SIGHT | all about writing | the loving feeling | the race thing | Athens | recorder | meandering in Pireaus | spring sonnet | gone ashore | the ocean | our tolerance | poetry reading sonnet | Lonely Christmas | Costa Rica | published poet | the money note | the author | dispossessed |

Throwing a love-epee

Take that!

As I pass then parry with haste

You may be much bigger

but your size is a waste.


Take that and twice more

As I parry with plume

You’ll never defeat me

you say with a boom.


And back you swine!

I assert with a lunge

And back, and back,

away you vile gunge.


Mal-parry and I wince

His line it fell true

Redoublement be damned

I had t...

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simple statement

amid the scrunch and phut
and patter and putt
and the squeak of my right boot
complaining at it's over use

I limp through the rain
and think of all the reasons
I love poetry

but they are the scrunch and phut
and patter and putt
of limping through the rain
in an anorak hood
with my left boot
laughing at the rights over use



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Also by jeremy young:

in praise of wb yeats | africa | sonnet of the hanged man | behind the hedge | for a dead child | litter | alernate past | coppery lunch | school disco | please don't say that | spitting in the street | lomographic sound poem | art day | I saw the light - 1 | elliott poems 2 | elliott poems 1 | eli | ennui | dawdling | buxom | bow bell | normal for boys | stonepile | warham fort | dales | paralax | spirits |

What Lies Beneath

Time has erased your younger shell

Still the beauty that is you oozes to the surface, gleaming through a weaker frame

Your hands tell many tales, the one of strength tower all else

Toil, pain and tenacity…..what I see from a distance

I see a woman loved clothed with the pigment of courage

With a life time of wisdom enveloped in her wrinkles    

Unwilling to fold under life’s neve...

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Tags: beneath beauty surface within inside love


I looked into his lying eyes.

I cried to him:Why!?


I wanted my voice

to shake the air

and beat against the door

of his inexcuseabilty


foolishly expecting

a reason to open it

and ask for forgiveness.But no.


Mine were going to be

the lips his betraying mouth

would never kiss again.

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Also by Rose Casserley:

Shadowed | Royal Telegram | Reprieved! | Keeping the 'ME' faith | Drained | Out of the blue | Towards the shoulders of a giant | Them outpacing us | Romancing the Orb | observing grown ups | moi-warts and all! | from looking cool to chemotherapy | oh no! I've fallen for the same old shite-again! | Grave concerns | my give-a-shit just retired | beware the cross hairs | Hanging the gloves up | Remedy | never too late | Using you to use me | La Luna | Westminster Wolf |



I lay under white smothered duvet

Beneath folds and creases

Fighting coughs and sneezes

Until at last

I snooze and creep

Doze and sneak

Far away from the illusive vaunted

Much talked about sleep

That of a dark Calling


 Into a chasm

Into the deep


At last encased and shrouded

Not daring


Or wanting to move

Barely breathing


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Also by Martin Elder:

The Truth | There was a time | There was a time | Die tomorrow |

Sex and Cigarettes

The smell of sex and stale cigarettes, Two bodies connected in life and death, Chapped lips meet between the sheets, Lust in our bones, the Reaper in the air. How rare an oxymoron, neither with clothes on, We follow recreation with deadly inhalation, Skin touching skin, lips wrapped around uncertainty, Two separate entities leaned inwards somehow gently, Feeling so alive, ...

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Tags: cigarettes,death,life,love,lust,meaning,oxymoron,reflection,sex


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(As Verger at Selby Abbey one of my responsibilities is to ensure the Eternal Sanctuary candle remains lit.  The first two lines are familiar to me so I may have poached them.  Suggestions from whom?)


God made the hawk; He made the dove

And neither with a lesser love;

So hence there can be little doubt

He made me let the candle out.

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Also by John Coopey:



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Her eyes were stern

For each wrong I did

Whenever my wants hiked

Her wish-list got buried

Eternal place was her womb

Out I am in a far-off land

That lap is a "Silhouette"


Abided by values; he taught

What life ought to earn

Those spectacles scolded me

For "habits" had to learn

Desk is clean; though silent

Newspaper is lying unfolded

Chair re...

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Tags: family,relationships

Also by Juhi Gupte:

Ever since I met him | Equinox |

finally at peace

Just when you think everything is going bad. But then you think? Is this suppose to happen? Is this a test? Because right now im failing.  You need to show them your indendence,  show them how much you have matured.  You are not the same person you were three years ago. Show everyone who doubted you, that they were wrong. You dont need them or their help. Show them that whatever they threw at you ...

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Also by michelle hatten:

family problems | sadness with anger |

Our voyage

From so long ago

I have sailed

through so many storms

created by my own inadequacies.


And you

my lifes passenger

held on faithfully

no matter how rough

the journeying.


Your beleaguered belief in me

became the star

able to guide us

to a destiny.



The calm waters

of understanding.




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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

9teen6ties pill popping pussy hunter | Wearer of shit tinted glasses | beer house bust up | Running on empty | Man |

A New Beginning

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A New Beginning

In this life there are many paths,

some of them may lead you to the past.

It is like a never ending spiral,

Love to me has never been so vital.


Why do I return to the past?,

A thousand years of darkness, I see a light at last.

It gets brighter every step I take,

After all, there is a decision I have to make.


Why are the hardest thing and the rig...

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Also by Jonathan Piedra Rodríguez:

The Spiritual Battle |

The Ghosts of Old York

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The Ghosts of Old York

In almost two millenia
you could say
little has changed

Modern technology
does little for the poor
who still beg
on the streets
where Constantine once walked

Red tinged walls
of tormented souls
in Clifford’s Tower
tell of barbaric times
so the folklore goes

Overlooking the majestic Ouse
where boats ferry passengers
just like they always did

The Min...

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Also by Jeffarama!:

I thought this was the UK!! |

freudian slip sheet (04/26/2015)

breaks the ayre waves,
tidal-powered pools
dried, applied on graveyard days.
make me painted brave,
a white ghost haunting,
hunting for a resting place
gilded and gliding,
rankless and writhing
chained up to the tides of better ways.

coming, going, lapsing and lapping
pleased as a summers day
to soak up, dabbing away
the vibrant laughlines of the world.

Draining, drawing, determined,

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Tags: worst best horsekiller history

Also by Zach Dafoe:

short n sweet | shared (aug/sept 2013) | Removed the Silver Ring (04/12/2015) | Tiny Tim 0716 | Kimura 1 | First Laugh, Last Laugh | notes 3 | Let's Talk, WoL | Late Night Acousma | speech oil (03/31/2015) | 14/30 (04/01/2015) |

Letter From The Lake

Dear friend
a sigh of relief is leaving me
I can concetrate now, finally
a statue standing on the jetty
the lake’s slow wash below the boards
hypnotising me

I feel freer now than ever
more than I could have been back there
I don’t know how you toil on
those boiling days below the city
tinned-life crammed together without air

You wrote of the love you found
that you always dreamed w...

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Also by Tom:

Kelvingrove Memories | Division Street |

Love in an open wound


I sat beside you on that fateful day,

As they sutured your wrists in A&E,

Their failure to keep you safe,

Was no failure of ours or me,


For try as we may to get you help,

Their ears were as deaf as their eyes,

Now we sit..... in our tortured state,

In the hollow your passing creates,


You will always be with us inside our hearts,

For as long as our minds wi...

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Tags: death,despair,Loss

Bed Time

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Bed time

'Mummy, do you ever wonder why we're here?'

His four year old eyes are completely sincere,

and he follows this up, to make sure I get it,

'Not just here in this room, but here, on this planet?'

'Oh mate,' I say slowly, 'that's a great question,'

all the while trying to come up with a plausible suggestion,

but knowing he'll catch me if I tell lies,

I have to be h...

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Also by Lea:

Flesh of my Flesh | Thank You Dorothy | Existential Rambling | Whoosh! | Ballad of Cool and Sad |

Jeff returns to England: May 2015

Hey kids.

Think you'll be in the Manchester area around the second week of May? How about Worcester? Are you going to be in Halifax or Sheffield before that, or London or Wales later on?

If so... come out to one of my gigs. It'll be a laugh.
They're listed at http://www.JeffCottrill.com.

Huzzah and whatnot.

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Poor Alice turned seventeen on the day that she passed away, her funeral was held on a bleak, overcast day in mid-winter, no cards were sent, nobody ever took the time to know her name, the church was isolated, only a small handful of mourners came, her coffin, an old wooden crate which was donated by a local shopkeeper, lay barren of flowers, as barren as the ancient trees in the churchyard, ...

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Also by Tony Kasazkaja:

Through The Eyes Of Innocence | I Think I Know You | Next Year Will Be Different | Memories Of A Soldier | The Hero A Nation Forgot |

Staring at a hoopoe

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         ilare uccello calunniato


Caught in the moment,

there is no way of knowing

who might have blinked first –

the old man or his visitant,

the bright, crested

ambivalent bird. A few

scattered objects

implying a workspace,

the room is otherwise

unfocused beyond

the reciprocal stare

of two survivors.

The eyes of one are stoical,

but lit by a...

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Also by David Cooke:

Local Music | For Howlin' Wolf in Heaven | The Fly Past | In Loco Parentis | Weisz | Urban | Nothing | The Ice House |

Trading places

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Being in love is different from loving someone,

One's a familiar, comfortable cocoon

Warm and tucked in, like a glass of

Lukewarm milk.

One's a shot of tequila, followed by others

Pure adrenaline, trailing hot kisses

Till your toes tingle.

One's good to come home to

One's good,



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Also by Preeti:

Obligatory |


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Poem 42 of 230:  IMPRESSIONS OF LONDON IN 1997


E F# G G A G F# F#
E F# F# F#-G F# E E
E F# F# F#-G F# E E)

Cabs all uniform in their shape.
    Good galleries make one gape.
Hard-going people on the move -
    Things matter much in this groove.

About the weather lots of moans.
    Solicits stuck on pay-phones.
Summer weather - not bad, I’ve felt.
    Lads giving...

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Also by David Franks: Walkabouts Verse:


Two Tens

(Prior to becoming the Lancashire Fusiliers the Regiment had been known as the 20th Regiment of Foot often recorded in Roman numerals as: XX Foot. Lancashire Fusiliers often referred to themselves as 'Two Tens' and the old timers still do today).

25 April 1915
World War I – Gallipoli
Lancashire Landing
1st Battalion Lancashire Fusiliers
3 Companies, 1,029 men
1 mission - W Beach
4:00 a.m. shi...

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Tags: Gallipoli,Lancashire Fusiliers

Also by Shirley-Anne Kennedy:

For Fox Sake! |


black crows white sheets,

orange eyes, ivory beaks

grey slabs crimson blood

green spears brown corpse,

yellow puss pink tongue

blue skies gold sun,

black crows white sheets.



© Graham Sherwood 04/2015

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Up Marden | Petrichor | Sky Anger | Easter Haiku | Virtual Realm |

Trev does Texas again 2015: Austin

05/04/15 - 24) Disembarkation, then to Customs and Immigration

Scan you passport and four fingers

Answer four questions, it's quick, nobody lingers

Bag collected passport stamped am I'm away

To  "Welcome back sir have a nice day".

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Also by Trev the Road Poet:

Trev does Texas again 2015: Departure Day |

National Poetry Month - Celebrating the Bathroom

In honor of National Poetry Month, the team at The Bath Outlet have let the creative juices flow and unleashed their poetic powers to produce some bathroom-inspired poetry!

Showers in April

By: Jessica Akiya

April is a time for showers

Outside for plants and inside has powers

From the shower head the warm water flows

While outside the warm spring wind comes and goes


We en...

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Tags: bathroom,bathroom poetry,national poetry month

Learning to live, without loving you

You confessed your love for me so soon
Brought light into my dark seedy life 
You had my heart, as the stars have the moon 
But you've ripped it apart like paper to a knife 

I cannot continue this path much longer 
For my efforts are always dismissed 
I'm weakening where you are stronger 
I've been at my knees since we kissed 

I beg of you to loosen your grip 
Let me go and tend to my...

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Tags: love,Love lost,romanticism

Also by Mike Ligorio:

Learning to live, without loving you |



I think too much, I think.
think I think too little too;
too little of myself, perhaps.
I think far more of you. 

I think of you as resolute
adaptable and brave.
I’m about as resolute
as flotsam on a wave. 

I think of you as capable,
adventurous and bold.
I am pressed and starched
in every paralysing fold.

I yoke myself by thinking
there’s no risk I ...

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Also by Travis Brow:




I don’t want to be in a hundred places.
I don’t want to drown in a million faces.
I don’t really know them.
I don’t want to show them who I am.
I just want to dam this increasing flow
Of places, faces I can’t put my finger on.
If I close my eyes they should be gone.
But they linger, hanging on,
Banging on like a spoilt brat.
Droning on about this ‘n’ that,
Like a coll...

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Tags: Poetry

Such Indescribable Hurt

Such Indescribable Hurt


     All human dignity is gone,

Shattered into billions of sharp

Fragmented pieces for her to swallow,

     And the taste of blood and pain

Like metal that cannot be chewed!


     She dreams she has been

Forced through a meat grinder,

Bone and gristle pulped

And oozing contagion

She fears may season all,

     And she longs to touch


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Also by Noetic-fret!:

To Rescue Them All |


In that location existed one junior male person bearing the title James although this was often shortened to an abbreviated form of address, A person lacking in flesh to an extreme degree, This juvenile lost his footing atop a small thin broken branch of a tree, Which caused said adolescent fellow to go head over heels in a perpendicular manner from top to bottom into a gouge within th...

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Also by Jacqueline Phillips:

Sitting On A Chair Arguing About Computing | BRAIN BUGS |

Vellichor -(The strange wistfulness of used bookshops)


Bookshop owners are in essence collectors,

Word hoarders.

Suspened thoughts encased, ordered

And set in space and time.


Booksellers don’t want to part with their collection.

Sit and drink and lose and hour,

Scouring the dogged edges of

Space and time.

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Also by dazzer:

If Cameron Came To My House (audio) | Deansgate Bridge (audio) |

When I lie.

There is me...lying.
Not lying like you say.
Lying on the floor, lying like I say.
Begging, weeping, asking.
You carnival figure, you.
You war hero, you.
You champion, you.
One leg propped upon my stomach.
Where are your gold stamps, your badges, your medals?
The trophy you stand on is all battered.
You have laid me out on the floor, the doormat
Withholding the welcome sign.
You roll m...

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Tags: apologise,feminism,lie,passive,relationship,sex,sorry,submit,torment,weapon

Tick Tock

Oh time! how you pass me by

Tick Tocking away by the day

The years fly past even as we lay

But not much we can say


Tick Tocking away as mama begins to shout

Tick Tocking away as things start to pan out

Tick Tocking away as the hourglass runs out


Some despise your perceived cruelty

or could it be a timeless beauty?

Others delight at your ability to heal what we ...

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Also by Grace:

What is? | Changes | Beautiful Chaos | Floating |


Stout is the drink that I savour

A glass full of chocolate flavour,

The glass to my lips  -  What a kiss

Down it goes just like bliss.


The devils liquid I have named it

Joining Camra is to blame - I admit,

I buy one more and then I think

Oh! The consequence of another drink.


Oh dear! empty glasses

My how quickly time passes,

Stout, my love has gone too far


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Also by Hazel Connelly:

A Bow | Ghost 2 | Ghost | A Room With a View |


Have you ever stood on a city street

And watched the pace of passing feet?

How quick they go as if they dare

Not to be seen to linger there.


Their owners trapped in headlong rush

That takes them to another crush

Of hurrying humanity in its need

To avoid attention by its speed.


How different from the village street

When people pause and actually greet

A passe...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

TICK TOCK | THE VOICE OF SUMMER | THE PRIMROSE - a re-post for the renewal of Spring! | LOVE TAUGHT HIM |

Let me Bleed

Blue sea below stormy skies
No one sees bleeding eyes,
Or the pain and the heartache
That keeps me awake
My dreams, all are shattered
My head truely battered 
This pain that I feel.....
Is surely unreal. Surely unreal.
Pierced my armour 
Down goes my shield
Broken defences
Just let me bleed
Just let me bleed
One day you'll regret
The things that you've left.....

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Tags: heartbreak,love,lyrics,song

Also by Mojooohhh:

Brutal is the Beast |

Natural Addiction

Love is a drug,
One perspective shifting trip,
Unknowingly stumbled upon.
Now you’re consciously falling.

For a splitting second,
You’re suspended in the rush,
A swift inhale,
Heavy eyelids-
Collapse shut in suspense.
One. Last. Relaxing, sigh-
It hits you.

Their tender embrace,
Exhilaration, tumbling acceleration,
Both induced by the physical materialisation-
Of the innate fear of falling.
Into this eup...

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Also by Sharlie:

Silly Mistakes. | How it is |

Song For Jean Duluoz

Little Jack, he’s on his own

In the wild American night

Chasing down the mystic road

Trying to keep his star in sight

He last saw Neal three days ago

When he shot his arrow into the sun

Now his magic shirt is hanging down

His mouth is half undone


And the kids in all the mid west towns

Are hanging on his tongue

Jack yawns and gapes and scratches hard

Says “Jesu...

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Also by Russ Litten:

Goodnight Colleen | This Place Is Not For Sale | Walk Me To The Station | Atlantic Breeze | Waking Up Too Fast | Weekends | Filming | East Coast Situation | A Heart's Supposed To Last | Do You Think You'll Get To Heaven? | What's The Word? | Carver | Neighbourhood Watch | Thrown Away | The Harpic Brothers | The Grass Won't Grow Till Spring | Unanswered Prayers | Boothferry | Rex Everything | It Is What It Is | monday morning, 10am | Lolly Stick Stuck In Slot Causes Cascade Of Copper | Dean Licked My Balls | Beneath The Flyover, Summer '82 | My Best Friend Tony, Who I Only Met The Once | Prison Song |

every night, the same dream

the stink of diesel and of fear which
everyone’s pretending is not here
because if they do not name it, it will not be real
but in the hot bodies of the strangers pressed
around her she can feel
the tension of a panic only held at bay
like sea-sickness, with iron will, good fortune,
muttered prayers
they rise and fall, jaws clench and clench again

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Tags: Katie Hopkins,Mediterranean,refugees,tragedy

Paragram Chapbook Challenge

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Paragram continues to offer writers a wide range of publication ventures. Returning the focus to poetry this year, the all new Chapbook Challenge offers two amazing opportunities. The first is for one talented poet to realise an ambition to publish their short collection. The second will see over40 poets published in Paragram Spotlights, the 2015 anthology.

Paragram will add to the short collec...

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Tags: chapbook competition,Poetry competition

Longlisted for the Melita Hume Prize 2015

Poetry collection longlisted for the Melita Hume prize 2015: http://www.eyewearpublishing.com/

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Tags: Eyewear Publishing,Melita Hume prize,poems,poetry,poetry competitions,poetry prizes

Also by Joseph Robert:

A poem in W.I.S.H MAGAZINE |


Standing there silently
Just having a wee
Staring at the wall
‘Cos there's nothing to see
Just wiggling it about
To alter the stream
Peace and tranquility
Is not what it seems
There’s ying and yang 
And other forces at play
The imps are at work
Set to ruin your day
It starts at that moment
When the bladders half empty
Half ...

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Tags: Bawdy humour,Comedy,Toilet

Also by Chris Briggs:

Put It Away |

Concrete Eyes


I need to shade my eyes

From the grit that’s

On these streets

From dirtying my windows

And setting in my mind


The nine year old

Screaming gutter abuse

At her mother

While she pats her

On the head

Caves in and

Gives her another


The compensation vultures

Circling the pool of claims

Planning their next gain

Picking out riches

From between...

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Also by Lynn Hamilton:

A&E | My God |

Ghost story II update

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Ghost Story II is still developing along nicely guys and girls.

Currently it is up to Part 19 

See here http://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk/ for more details.

Lots of guest poets on here including Write Out Loud regulars, Hazel Connolly, Tina Ford, Natfastic (Natalie), Ian Whiteley Gray Nicholls and loads of others.

If you are still interested in submitting a guest poem, get in touch.

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Also by Andy N:

Ghost Story Part I |

What if this is all real?

Stumbling with great form,

As ready and stable as any other hungover,

Willfully sick step could be,

I caught a terrifying question 

Posed to no one.

"What if this is all real?"

He was a toothless mess,

Wishing he could feel as bad as me.

Longing for the self defeating luxury of excess,

And stuck with piss stained slacks,

Feeling the true bad I thought I was complainin...

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Is this what borders do?

In Algiers I held a glass

that held a face's stare

In the glass the face that stared

stared back at me in fear.


We came upon slowing traffic.

Inside the ancient bus

the standing passengers

were gently rocked as it edged

along the unfinished road.


We passed the sun-glassed occupants

of cars and busses

and the rolled-up sleeves of lorry drivers.

Tanned a...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Is this what borders do? | (untitled) | Licking |
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