lost souls

 

the tide had left a curving line of

debris along the stone scattered shore

 

           traces of her golden hair

           lingered between his fingers

 

the bruised and bloodied sunset

washed along the far horizon

 

            he spoke to the sea

            to the mother of his child

 

and from the waves she slowly rose

draped in strands of blood sh...

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Also by Colsibabes:

tortilla and chocolate | yawn yawn | caught out | moving towards an unknown universe | ...come.venture.out... | .. | carried aloft | . | cutting loose (for RM) | never said goodbye | job done | deep south | hiroshima | sleepnow and movecloser | been away too long | I'm here | Old Mother Hubbard | Lowku Supper | therapy | The Lowku Arena | boxes | headshot | paperlust |

Strong women don't crumble

A strong woman never crumbles?
Well if a strong woman never crumbles
then a goalkeeper never fumbles,
an acrobat never tumbles
and a public speaker never stumbles, stumbles
over his lines,
promising artists don’t screw up designs.
Boxers don’t get knocked to the floor,
salesmen don’t have to face a slammed door,
what makes them strong is that they come back for more.
So strong women don’...

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Autobiography II

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Looking back in hindsight
I wonder how some
Of my ex girlfriends
Would have handled me
Getting diabetes

Sian who lived with her wealthy parents
And who kissed me with a desire 
Beyond her tender years
Would have resented my inability 
To keep running down to London.

Helen would have sat in front 
Of her ever increasing cocktail bar
And have said what the hell
Can you drink now
(w...

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Also by Andy N:

Collaboration in memory | Autobiography |

RE DIANA, WEEKLY WAV 47 OF 230: A LOSS FOR HUMANITY

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Poem 47 of 230:  A LOSS FOR HUMANITY

Summer's end, '97,
    A car crash in France;
Then thousands of cut flowers -
    Some bearers in trance.

For Diana broke-even -
    Now resting in peace;
A loss for humanity -
    Her caring did cease.

For, while taking her perks
    (Perks there should not be),
She gave greatly of herself
    In kind-charity:

Charity good states would free.

(C) ...

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CROSSROAD

Along the long and winding road

You’ll reach a spot where paths will cross

There you know not where to go

For either leads to unfamiliar ground

You’ll never know where they may lead

Unless you choose to follow it

But know that you may never know

Where the other could have taken you.

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Tags: choices,confusion,crossroad,uncertainty

Upper Kololo

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The lush green set in the clay of Upper Kololo

Shoes stained red

The day passed

Smoke curls 

Drifting into a tree scratched sky-line

 

We sit nestled within the seven hills

An Askari wobbles on his wooden stool, feigning awareness

Dogs prowl beyond flimsy fences

Servant families wash babies on post colonial lawns

 

Talk of rebels just outside the city

No-one see...

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Tags: Africa

Also by David Moore:

A Mutiny | Diabolique | Even the rain | Market Forces | Vanishing Point (notes on a plane crash) | Angry and Pissed | Future Rhyme | Angry and Pissed | Bucket List | Open water | Mythical archery | Engine noise | Dean Street | Be you | The forgotten land | Shards | Tractor factory blues | Aquaplaning | Eppur Si Muove | Case File Notes (Poetic Assassin) | Nocturne | Haunted Places | Torment | The Words That Maketh Murder | I'm full I've had enough | My beautiful boy | Natural History | Old Bombers | Two short poems about Incarceration (or not) | Who only England know | Mill House Cottage | Moon washed | Temper tongue | Slabs |

Bloodletting

Bloodletting

 
Unfurl your talons from my heart
Black winged serpent
Retreat to your desolate moon
 
This hatred bitter venom 
coursing through my soul
Has too long been used to spew
your vitriol
 
I have carved your death wish on me
but will use the blade no more
Rocking, curled around my withered core
the last black red blood bead
falls
A seed
t...

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Also by Leander:

And I will be Boudicca | Bird of Paradise | Finding Freya | Mama I Wish I Could Tell You | Stage fright - a Fairy Tale | The Gift | The Tree House | Borderline | In the West | Don't Tell | Medicine | Only (?) Human | My Only Friend (the End) | Bitter Bitch | Ballad of Cool and Sad | Thank you Dorothy | Whoosh! | Existential Rambling | Flesh of my Flesh | Bedtime | Kick Arse Steam Punk Fucking Wonder Woman | Beachcombing | Who Would? | Song for Imar | End of Innocence | this is | Green Witch | Hollow | What if | Just a Story | Deserving |

fun house

It must be Wednesday

She is wearing the red dress again

The way it hangs from her

Like silk draped on a medical skeleton

 

its cold outside

we writhe together

like serpents

the fire blazing

inside and out

iggy sings fun house

we are sky high

our lips touch

the sky is golden

 

She has taken all her posters down

Implanted memories ripped from the wal...

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Tags: downfall

Also by Stu Buck:

the poet dies | wings | hokey cokey | sonnet | qwerty | kirigami | switch (for michelle) | stung | 30 | lost | swallowtail | Haiku Selection | a rich vein of form | Mayfly | Ctrl B | Ladder | Brenda #2 | spaghetti junction | II | sterile (i am not) | I | 10,000 lux | £1 | pang | Arlo #1 + #2 |

Waiting On Wind

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I’m standing on this ledge
in my life.
Waiting for one good wind to
blow me over.
One good gust to make this
decision for me.
This indecision is killing me
But it is still more comforting
than the thought of that fall.
This fear gripping my chest-
holding my heart tight and
squeezing,
is much more a friend than
that unknown happiness.
There is some thing about
that outstretched hand...

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Also by R Miller:

In The Dark | Fake | The Girl & The Old House | Just You | Snapshots | I Am... | The Crumbling | Heartbeats | Rainy Day Experiment | D.T. |

Great Tiding

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Blue Nile echo from shore to shore,
"Poverty in Ethiopia is no more!"

Above all,
From a precipice
To a valley when you majestically fall,
Thunderous over
The damp dell, mountain gorge when you roll,
As usual
With green, yellow and red
Rainbow arched,
Tell Ethiopia loud-
"You children thee very much adore,
A lip service they now abhor!
‘Blue Nile has no lodging,
Yet it loafs a log hau...

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Tags: Enviroment smart,hydropower dam,mutual regional growth

Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Think before you ink! | Don't be a sheep in a goat's age | Newton Fourth Law | To win or to remedy? | (untitled) | The survival of the slickest |

The Voyage of Edwr

The days of feasting and hunting seemed unending:
The seasons passed: the hart in the woods bred
And reared its young year on year,
We ran after them, the spear sang a song
of whistling death. We joyed.

We painted on the walls, drank mead,
The feast-hall lit by dancing flame on flame
Chewed the meat, swallowed, wiped gravy off our lips
And threw the dry-sucked bones on the midden.
Unt...

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Also by STEVE RUDD:

Brodick Seafront | Weather Forecast | Building Sandcastles With Sir Iasac Newton |

10

10

 

     We ventured in for ten minutes,

Our little circle of Globe Trotters and SAS Sigs,

But there was no life,

     Just acrid tobacco smoke

And stale alcohol,

But the Rebel MC was having none of it;

A Newcastle Pub dead as a dodo

And nowhere to go-go!

 

     So we pissed what we could

And let fly a dance,

And before we left the whole

Pub was in trance...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

Adventurous, Forthright, Calamitous, Old! |

Nothing

A few years back

I knocked around with a really nice girl

Called Trudy

 

She drove a white Mercedes two-seater

And lived in a big gaff with balconies

And stables

 

A friend laid low with bad guts gave me

His theatre ticket and that’s where we met

 

After the show we shared a few drinks

Then took a drive to the river

 

I remember she had on really tight jea...

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I'm on a Road

I’m on a road –

it’s no longer brilliant gold

but paint and glitter.

 

There’s the odd cobbled stone

still solid, splendid -

the odd one covered in shit.

 

I knuckle down

on hands and knees

scrub them clean;

claw back the gleam.

 

He’s on a road -

sees mine and veers along

next to me.

 

I gently push him back,

reset his course,

build a fence...

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Also by Natfastic:

Severed |

Welcome

hunt down refugees

fence off migrants

denounce clandestines

jail illegals

refuse asylum

expel exiles

but...

search the heavens

for an alien

 

 

© Graham Sherwood 08/2015

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Grey Area | War of Words | Now? | Overview | Perfect |

The Calm

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Three more rain drops beat

Staccato, full stops, to leave

A promise on the wind:

The storm will soon begin again.

 

 

 

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Tags: short poem

Also by James Roper:

Short and Sweet | A Passing Thought at 5AM |

THE YARDS

Ferguson, thirty years old

in his first floor room

pulls back the grey lace at the window.

Out there the railway yards

metal sinews etched in slag and rain

morose with burden

fretting in the disorderly queues of

 puffing and clanking engines.

 

He replaces the lace across the evenings' unwelcoming face.

 

On a good day he can watch cattle trucks

vegetables in cr...

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Also by ray pool:

IN THE VALLEYS | IF YOU STAND QUITE STILL | KU KLUX KLAN | IN THE TOWER | WHO IS WORTH MOST | TOWER OF CASSETTE | LET'S HEAR IT FOR BLACKPOOL | a simple message | ABOUT NOTHING | PEAKS AND TROUGHS | MARY CAN'T MAKE IT THURSDAY | THE BABIES | I TRIED TO REACH AN AUDIENCE | EDUCATION | MOTORHOME | CLIPPIE |

Behold !!!

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A higher placed Authority arrived out of the blue,

Resplendent in a long white robe and sporting massive beard.

To say that I was shocked would be to understate the case,

For I was bollock naked in the bath when He appeared.

"Behold!" He said, with mighty voice "I come with joyful news,"

And round the bathroom scanned as if unsure of the address,

Then spotting me within the tub, ...

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Also by Jonathan Humble:

There Was A Merchant Banker ... | Don't Fear The Reaper | Daydream | Calliphora Soup | Extreme Northern Pastimes |

Smart Little Johnny

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This story happened in one school 
But … for God’s sake, keep cool,
it can't be taken as a rule.
Once when a teacher of math fell sick
A teacher of physical education came, named Nick.
He wanted to show how intelligent he is,
So he said: Solve my problem please!
-A car moves at a high speed.
To go to Spain a plane I need.
Can you tell me my age
If I read a book on the last page,
a pea...

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Tags: humour

Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

Smart Little Johnny | Smart Little Johnny | Smart Little Johnny | Humor | Humor | Elijah The Prophet | Elijah The Prophet |

HEADLINES

You'll have to have been where the mail doesn't drop

Or where the papers and TV don't find you

To be unware of "black man shot by white cop"

Ad infinitum - just to remind you.

But the absence of the following has my mind in a whirl

"Black man shoots white TV news girl".

.....................................................................................

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

WEB | YOU BET'CHA | MEASURES |

395

Heading down 395

With a head full of gold rush stories

An eye full of mountain ranges

And a gut full of the first solid food ingested 
In days,
The dirt on my fingers is starting to taste
Of a memory I was born so far after collecting,
And I wish things were harder.
I dream of another good work day,
And when the check comes.
And how "hard" I tell myself things are now...

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Also by Corr Lens:

Security I Guess |

May It Be

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May it be that you and I
Spend an eternity together
May it be that you and I
Live and Laugh forever
May it be that you and I
Live happily ever after
May it be that you and I
Always start a new chapter
May it be that you and I
Love the way we smile
May it be that you and I
Walk 500 miles
May it be that you and I
Hold each other tight
May it be that you and I
Always know when to fight
...

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Tags: love,love and romance,Romance

Also by Granger:):

Today |

Kids

This bad kid 

good kid thing
I don't get 
The bad kids want 
to be good
The good kids want 
to be bad
What the bad kids want 
the good kids got
Except they don't understand 
except maybe for 
the want
What the good kids want 
the bad kids got
Except they don't understand 
Except maybe for
the need
And what you folks 
don't get 
however much 
...

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THE BALLAD OF THE BALD HEDGEHOG

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Have you ever heard the tale
about the hedgehog with no spikes,
such a sweet little boy
who all the other’s didn’t like?

A case of alopecia,
there was nothing they could do,
such a sad little hedgehog
who cried and cried, “Boo-Hoo”.

But soon the lad grew older,
he wanted to look more lush
so onto his back he tied himself
a little scrubbing brush.

His friends, well they just laugh...

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Tags: ANIMALS,children's poetry,CUTE,funny poem,HEDGEHOG

Also by THE PEN AND THE PAGE:

THE SPOILS OF WAR | THE UNINVITED GUEST | THE LIE | WHAT IF | POOLS OF LOVE | POETIC PULSE | RAW EMOTION | MOTHER | OH ENGLAND |

Bore

Over cheap wine, where you might as well have offered me white vinegar

The smell assailing me but drowning out your bull crap

Steepled fingers as you waxed eloquent. Intellectual, some?

And your yarns about poetry and form and structure

The candle flickering, what a waste of a good candle

I could have put it to better, use, mmm

Nice and thick

But you drone on, buzzing, humming...

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Also by Preeti:

Mountain | I, never | hurt |

Morphine

All the faith carried in your soul
all the morphine lightening the load
they play a strange sad game
they lie in bleak dark ways

I listened to the doctor speak
while you read some ancient tome
and, yes, you know your body well
but pain isn’t the cause

This belief takes its small toll
the colour and the hope both drain away
defeatedly you feel you’re fading

But you’re not fading
y...

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Tags: drugs,illness,morphine,mother,sick

Wheels

Wheels

 

I’m going to write a psycho-list,

A peloton that’s better missed

Those Lycra clad with ugly shapes

Untrained unwanted jackanapes.

 

At two abreast and six ranks deep,

It’s up the hills they weave and creep.

They think they are the public good,

But only serve to boil the blood.

 

Of course they have a right to be,

But so again has little me.

They p...

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Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985

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the sadness of sundays
persists
even amidst
the various
reds, yellows, browns and golds
of stormy autumn

and as I walk
I have in mind
the fragility of a veined
porcelain
hand

and who am I to resist
this child's
every imperative?

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The Wonderful Irony

Come gather around you good people,

As I tell you this little story,

I warn you, it's a bit gruesome,

Because it concerns a hand of glory,

Which was a body part from a hanged man,

The jailor would sell it for the highest bid,

Bought by one versed in the secret arts,

(The next verse tells you what they did).

 

They dried it out and then embalmed it,

Muttering words of ...

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Also by Ledger de la Bald:

The Spider In My Beard | You'll Be Old Yourself One Day | The Turd | ...And Along Came Jeremy | South Sea Island |

DIPSO FATSO BINGO ASBO TESCO

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(Someone far cleverer than me wrote the title as a 5-word summary of how foreigners view the English - an old post)

 

I never cease to be surprised while we're on holiday

At the number of occasions that a French waiter would say,

“Hello.  What can I get you?” in perfect Ang-a-lais

How did he know so quick that we were English?

 

While you're shopping in the mall you see a fami...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE VERGER AND THE MAGISTRATE | Happy 35th Wedding Anniversary | WHAT DON'T I KNOW ABOUT CRICKET? | IT'S NOT 5-0 IS IT NOW, GLENN | QUI ES IN CAELIS (...who art in Heaven...) |

I Need a Friend

I need a friend,

Someone that wouldn't need my words to know something was wrong,

My body is weak from being strong,

I want to lay down my broken and lost thoughts,

I've lost track,

Of tears that I've forced to keep in, awaiting the second I get home to let them fall,

I need someone that would see past this wall,

The wall I've spent a year building up.

I can be surrounded b...

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MUSHY I AM

Can I remember my   password; sorry I meant are the frozen peas still in my bag

 

Mushy I am

 

I leave bank cards in a supermarket pay out tills

The whole of Wirral is riding round on bus passes I leave

 

Mushy I am

 

Droplets of my money

Are rolling down your street

 

I type in endless passwords

All wrong of course

I’ve given my bank pin number

To a te...

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Also by David R Mellor:

Just a bit part in life’s big movie screen | We Can’t Corby wrong | It’s 1979 again | The Big Picture | I HATE YOU, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART |

Memorial.

As the car's circle round me,

I nary a blink.

 

Bones of cement, muscles of granite,

It takes more than graffiti to take away my pride

 

I stand through all seasons.

Time will not hurt my posture.

 

Tattoos brazen across my chest,

the names of heroes who could never meet me.

 

Generations will disintegrate,

And I will always remember.

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Also by Toby Woolley:

Break Up |

Mr Glen Coe

~~Standing proud
He hangs out
With the clouds
Absent without
Leave
From the skies

Who surround him
Like the remnants
Of a Cuban cigar
Well received

He checks his
Reflection
In his still
Washbasin
Covered in
Scars
From weathers
Not sent
To calm

Grumbling
He sends
A warning
To his
Siblings

’Sisters, you
Are about to
Be walked
All over again

In swarms
To escape
...

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Also by Lynn Hamilton:

SOLUTION | No Answer |

The wordsmith

Is it the destined way of man

To plead to beg

To scratch and scrabble

Clawing through naked earth

Like a desperate hungry animal

To dig down to the very depths

Of all that he holds dear

To snip and to sneer

At his own ability

To watch himself flounder

On jagged rocks

Cut and bleeding

To chip away at every sliver

At every splinter of every letter

Of every w...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Down the pub |

One of Those Days

 

Trying hardest to dispel

but the feel’s returned

 

Perfect thought utopia

has tables since turned

 

Back at a very juncture

bit uncanny and unsure

 

Strong urge to move on

for an  enigmatic allure

 

Environs are inhibiting

lackluster same routine

 

Needs ditching tedium

& explore vistas pristine

 

Mettle’s taken beating

but the intent s...

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I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 I’m sorry.
 These
 are for
 the promises
 that were broken,
 and for
 all the days
 that I
 could never
 take back.
 These
 are for
 the woman
 who put
 her faith
 and trust
 in me,
 and for what I
 put her through.
 Had I loved you gently,
 perhaps,
 these letters
 would’ve been
 writ...

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Also by Ameeracle:

Was for her |

Lactose intolerant

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"Ignore the unfounded rumours

of pus- in your milk,

and others

which are also quite scary,"

said the white coated chap

with the clipboard and cap

and the man who's

in charge of the dairy.

 

words and foto T Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Sodden | ...take those lips | Vertices lll | "Oh you are a mucky kid" |

You & I

Isn’t that what it’s always been between us?
Static.
Electric.
Lightning rods taking every hit.

The shock was inevitable.
The passion was undeniable.
You are the bolt of pure energy.
I am the body of water you longed to touch.

Together,
we’re deadly.
But by God,
we’re lovely.

S.S.R

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Lost Dove...

Relationships despair,

With thoughts becoming words,

Walls that once stood surrounding,

Now stands in between, mocking.

 

Restlessness haunts eyes,

Moments of Vows, fires denies

Paths once chosen together,

Now stages reasons for fights.

Reasons found once to stay,

Seems melting away like ice.

 

Cowardness blinds submission.

Arrogance blinds Love.

Moments t...

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Also by Jojomon:

Love Alley! | Curse, at a Price! |

Paxos (end)

Paxos, with it`s gnarled groves of olives and crazy stone walls, is a goblin island. It leans to the east, as though some giant Titan of antiquity strode across it and tilted it. The ground water is brackish due, it is said, to greedy exploration for oil. One suspects, though, a more tolerant attitude before the project failed..


The `real` town square was the triangle glimpsed through the churc...

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Corbyn and and the death of Marx? | Paxos (cont) | Little David | (untitled) | Form and function |

A Suitcase in Berlin

“Ich habe noch einen Koffer in Berlin” an old popular song in Germany

A Suitcase in Berlin

I still have this suitcase in Berlin,

It’s stuffed with receipts for comradeship,

Paid for anonymously by hours lived in fear:

Of  betrayal, of interrogation, of the camp,

Of footsteps on the stairs at dawn. I listen

For movement behind the wall of this day.

The hours pass slowly-the ...

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Winning the first Poetry Slam Online interview

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Poetry Online Slam was created by Bristol based Poet Matt Duggan who won the erbacce prize for poetry in 2015.

You can find out more about Matt here http://www.mattduggan.webnode.com  

Why did I create the Online Slam? I wanted to connect poets from all over the world who wouldn't get to see some poets reading LIVE! Plus, None of that dodgy judging or rent a room Poet B/S. I hope this projec...

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Tags: interview,Slam,Spoken Word poetry

Also by Myriam San Marco:

The Chocolate Poetry Club |

motel (8/23/2015)

BLEED BLEED BLEED
soaked innit and spat out
a reign of fists and averted eyes
split from spine to stomach
stuffed back in with crime and malice
COWARDS--

DIE DIE DIE
a hate stamped thin with leather boots
prostetic burning incest, battering
spattering: spit and bile and semen
storms of slamming doors and midnight, smiling purges
BASTARDS---

FUCK FUCK FUCK
Lipstick theives of ruby red
...

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Tags: faster,this is hell this is bliss chasing at your fingert

Also by Zach Dafoe:

karaoke 3 (08/21/2015) | afterthought 2 ( | lucky lager shuffle (08.16/2015) | Ray Charles 0414 (08/11/2015) | Scott Peterson 2049 (08/09/2015) | first will prompt (08/09/2015) | why i don't mow my lawn (08/06/2015) | Ray Charles 2428 (08/05/2015) | echolocate (08/01/2015) |

Epitaph

Forgive me as I dip my pen into blood of the past.

Memories.  Hanging bright as the whitest moon

in my blackened, indecorous thoughts.

 

I was his lover, his muse, his friend,

his counsel over secret canal side walks.

Both sharp suited, professional by day,

we drove fast through boundaries

into love first after taking vows of never.

Towpath widened into world of champagn...

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Tags: Katypoetess,love,love poetry

Also by Katypoetess:

Caring through Silence | Residual Haunting |

White Candles of Hope

Orange glow

Blinding light.

 

Black metal

Petrol ignite.

 

Motorcycle riders

Blooded mess.

 

Bangkok carnage

Innocent victims.

 

Lives taken

For what?

 

Blue bag

Killer bomb.

 

The shrine

Stays strong.

 

To remember

Flames return.

 

White candles

Forgiveness flickers.

 

An act

Towards peace.

 

A symbol

Of ...

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Tags: For one evil act a million candles are lit for the

Also by Nigel Astell:

Born of Dark Blood | Born of Dark Blood |

The Velvet Conversation

 

 What do I want? What do I value?

           What do you reject?

 What matters to me? Whose opinions do I heed?

           Whose do you ignore?

 I no longer care what anyone thinks of me,

Or my actions.

           You realize, of course, that you have fixed

           The anomaly of your state:

           You are trying very hard not to care;

           But you do...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Li Po | For her | Two Formal Poems (re-posts) |

Final Excuse for Fetish

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A perfect excuse to 

Delve into my darkest 
Urges and still come out a saint.
 
A moment to celebrate and 
Chance fate to find ecstasy 
At the end of the pitless 
Rainbow. 
 
To tempt psychosis and paralysis
To find a deep pleasure, 
To be momentarily happy and 
Become who I could only dream. 
 
I've searched for a reason like this 
My entire life, but ...

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Also by Harvey Williamson-Knight:

Days |

Last one.

Can't believe you didn't add.

Makes life sad.

Back to work on the first,

David makes my life worse.

Shut the window.

That local girl,

Stalked her in your pictures.

Fat face.

Not looked at her baby yet.

Do you want me to look for you?

Message true.

 

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Rail replacement bus from Manchester to Bolton

Speaking volumes with their eyes
Before the coach had even left
Let alone hit the motorway

Stabbing words echo deep
Petering on a seat
Tirelessly moaning spray haired

Oxidized in seconds
Climbing walls in a closed space
In a language not yet wrote 

Microfilmed in barely suspended anger
Snow like in a silent explosion 
Observing just one thought 

Just one sentence over and over
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