If the Scots become the late departed

Will we English be downhearted,

Knowing they're gone beyond recall

On the darker side of Hadrian's Wall?


Or willl we sing aloud in praise

For leaving us our longer days

And New Years free from Haggis and Burns

With wailing pipers taking turns


To make us deaf to proper tune

And gentle voices born to croon.

Let English...

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Tags: independence,Scots

Also by M.C. Newberry:




Not old enough to vote or wed

or give consent,

but old enough to be transferred                   

by men to men;



Not old enough to drive a car,

have overdrafts or credit cards,

but old enough to be exchanged;




Not old enough to live alone or own a home,

but old enough to be deceived;

to be percei...

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Tags: child sexual exploitation,Rotherham

Also by Laura Taylor:

Twisted Harvest | Ward 3D |

Broken Love

Broken Love

A rose whose petals have fallen

Where once was sweet, is now bitter

Where once was a crown, is now a ring of thorns

Where once was friendship, is now emptiness

What was once a kiss, is now a memory

What was once exciting, was my downfall

What was once love, was yesterday.

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Also by Toby W:

My Lady in the Meadow |



The misfortune.


The white sheet moved gently in the summer breeze,

under it a still body we could see his motorbike boots.

The police had done their measuring up stuff, waited

for the ambulance crew to take the body away.

It had been such a splendid summer forenoon, but now

cars drove slowly by the accident scene, like a funeral

procession, we are so fascinated by ...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

From Petersburg | Nocturnal Hum | The Restless Heart | audio poem | the rape | sand, sun and nuclear insecurity | the cancer ward | Old Lady in Black | My Twin Brother David |

Blessed are we

Blessed are we

As the morning night, does turn to grey, We see the coming of the breaking day
Birds will sing their morning cries, to welcome back the morning skies
Fluttering their wings up in the trees , enjoying the touch of the morning breeze
Clouds will drift and float away, bringing the promise of a beautiful day
Creatures that moved throughout the night, disappeared, now out of sight

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Tags: Feel good

Also by Biscuit:

Light or dark | The friend I love | Capture your beauty | The guy | The end | Walking the dog |

Hive Mind: Coup I

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Find a pocket,

       Coup d'etat of unregistered double EKG helix woven time, Spend the maths of an imaginary unity illusion in any second's occurrence as a positive initial to negative laboratory perfected experiment of abstract equations notified in vocabulary and logged as experience... Chasing different age identified moulds of toxic self-nation no contemplation to support the linger...

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Also by Juton, Villain of Truth:

Hive Mind: Home Security, A Lost Comfort | She... IV | Maleficent Religious Condescension: Hive G-D | Socio Religico II | Hive Mind: Creepy Sickness | ... Beyond Abandonment's Court I | Maleficent Condescension: A Bargain Gone Wrong! | Socio Religico III | Hive Mind: Simpletons Donated Vibes II | Maleficent Religious Condescension: Palace of Displacement II | Socio Religico I | Hive Mind: Simpletons Donated Vibes I | Maleficent Atheistic Condescension: Dusk on Religion I | Malefic Condescension: Bitterly Crying (Out) III |




Having betrayed.

Hungering for reconciliation

he hopes to kill the death throes

of a damaged love affair

with a kiss of wanted forgiveness

humbly sweetened

by his prostrated heart

for her lips

to favourably savour

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Also by Solar:

Weighed down | Fantasy trips | During spills | Regarding the taking of bites | Coloured poem | Being here is a................. | Ragamuffin | Sexperimentally dangling | Out of the blue | Old memory | Clarion call | choices | Angel | Everest or Ever rest | In the afterglow of a beloved life | Skip to the skip my EX darlings! | Unreturned | Romancing the Orb | Recluse | Roadie | Babbling mirror |

Made In Correspondence

My cat, beside me takes up 


And I say that although

It isn't true

Because it sounds better

Than sitting alone

A year or two of empty

Lunch table

Brown shit chairs

With cold legs

That stare back at you

Evil experience of your lunch-face

While me and my PMS Lucifer 

Lay comfortably on the edge

Feet curled up on the wood holding 

A lumpy mattr...

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She smiles and walks towards me

entry picture
Everything is repeated, 
remaining un-resolved
at the same time,
I then step back.
. ï»¿
words and foto  T Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Shoulders | Left Luggage | Traffic | She watched him waiting | The Touching | Hockey anyone? | Algiers |

The Horses Don't Run

And out of the 
Come the 
And out of sight
Comes the mind
What I'm trying
To say is
These things
These things
Surround us
This world
Is full
Of life
And you can spend
All your money
On a horse
That didn't run
Or rain
That didn't 
Or you can 
At everything
Around you
And walk
Along the
And as long 
As your fee...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

The Truth | Journey man | The Witch | Walking | The Bone Shaker | Empty plate | Retreat | Mother Hen | Bombay Train | Pieces of life | Looking Glass | Bugs | Parents | Teacher man | Water and Air | Orphans | Deity | Apeman | A Prose Poem- the forgotten memory | Honestly Dishonest |

Only in Bangkok

At night time

This place is Sin city

One million different faces

passing by

But really all the same

The same goal

Looking up from swigging my beer

To see the blind leading the blind (literally)


The local girls

Make eye contact too long

You get offered anything

With a with a wink of the eye

I carry on supping my beer

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Also by Quiet Comet:

The Dreaded Haircut | Mind Game | Big Man | Beautiful photos | Oh Katy | (untitled) | A million miles away | The order of the sandwich | The same but different | Dreams collide | Bertha | Wide Awake | Wooden Bridges |

The Rules

entry picture

Do not describe the sunset, regardless. Never
write about the buttery moonrise,
especially near the beginning: everyone
just switches off, and if they don’t
they should.

Do not mention war; any of the many.
Those possibilities are nothing to do with me.
They belong to others, to a family friend
who knows mountainsides blooming
great mushrooms of dust.

Everyone has had enough of tre...

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Tags: contemporary poetry,Graham Clifford,Poetry,writing


Ting Tongs in Bong Bongo Land.....

it's all becoming clear.

UKIP's policy statements

were penned by Edward Lear.

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Tags: UKIP; politics; Lear;

Also by Attila the Stockbroker:

(untitled) |

Midnight in Shouldbepulleddown Street

Street lamps

meekly glow

in the dying hours

of this night

as it tumbles past

damp dominated

slummish terraces

and down pungently

piss reeking

alley ways.


A lonely

beer pleased staggerer

half whispering

half mouthing

wonderous promises

to no one

but his inebriated self

goes on his way

undisturbed by

yowling hissing cats

defending th...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Prophecy | Incomprehensible conversation with bush mush | Toying with Sylvia | illusional babe | In the corridors of after light | Followed by Mr Dark | 9teen6ties pussy hunter | Reshaped | In echoes of Nanoo! | An attempt to Devil dodge | Looking for the impossible | In passing | No forked tongue for me! | Bag Lady | In the mirror's of eyes | Mamma Elliot's menagerie mansion little minder's | Sips of self redemption | prim'n'proper | And still we charge (into the past) | Upon leaving the scrapyard |


they shared each others juices

they shared each others gas

both thought of perpetuity

which didn't last

both found other partners

the years rolled quickly past

but juice and gas and earthiness

can sometimes clash

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Also by Philipos:



Your considered indignation

drives the hearse

carrying the corpse

of my sorry, spent infatuation

towards its unmarked grave.

As I see it interred,

from a discreet distance

my wizzened frame, hollowed out

falls like a paper bag

spilling crumbs of pathetic prose.

These littering skerricks,

tumbling unheard

you deftly sweep with bare toes

into the vacant tomb


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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Le P | On Beauty | Age-Old |

Show me the Moon

So you have the sun,

that's fun,

I have the moon,

You think you can lie,

When there's no smile in your eyes,

The laughter's overated,

The smile outdated,

The jokes heard  before,

another time, another shore ,

freedom is a state of mind,

what's been done in the dark

shall be brought to the light.

we all have our plight,

midnight blues,

yesterdays news,


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Also by :

to be of love ............. |


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Seaward Pool of Life, music city

built on trade of shame, by river-sea

sundered from your Celtic heart.


Decaying foothold of a wayward race

littered with shells of drug-discarded faith

salt-winded strand for jetsam peoples


weathered haven

of  continents and centuries


gulls calling, ever calling

though no ships call today

for trade in tea and men


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Tags: liverpool,manchester,mersey

Also by J F Keane:

Place of Power | A for Apathy | Return of the Will | Indecisions | Mersey Quest | Hidden Source |

Ice Ice Baby

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Hey good people what’s going down
Iced water is flowing all over town
Everybody tells me it’s just a craze
It’s got me in a complete daze
Why haven’t I yet been nominated?
I am becoming increasingly frustrated
Cold and soaking wet is the way to go
You too can be the star of the show
When am I going to make a splash
And be relieved of a load of cash
Could it be my lucky day maybe?

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Also by Tom Doolan:

Heaven Help Us (Robin Williams R.I.P.) |


These memories fade into me

Each time I gather

They become seamless


They've woven themselves into the stars


Beauty as they are

It is my past


To the melody of my soul

I caught them dancing

As if they didn't mind the memories that cried

They thought them loveliness


Please watch for when they fall

That is you or I falling to harmonize


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Tags: awareness,Awoken,beauty,forgiving,love,past,the

I Feel Fall

I'm in love.  

A soft breeze rustles the leaves on the trees just outside my window.  All is silent save the ocean roaring in the distance at a rhythm too lovely for words.  And the wooden clock in the corner holds his pace, savoring this time of night when his tick tick tick is finally heard.  It's dark now, all around, except some photos sliding in and out on my computer screen.  

I ...

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Tags: fall,leaves,love,seasons,trees

Also by Candice Reineke:

Discontented Diabetic | All I Want to Do is Write | The Beach: My Remedy | Somewhere... |

My Amazing Free Advanced English Dictionary App.

The science of computing and internet technology is a

mystery to me; it either works or it doesn't. Recently, on my

very flaky mini laptop, shortly after it had come back from the

repair shop, my Kindle Reading App got the chop from the computer

gremlins for the second time, just after I'd pinned it back up again

with my ebook library

I've been working my way through the Delphi C...

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Tags: Apps,Currys,Emile Zola

Also by Phil Fletcher:

PC (Pretentious Crap.) | KEEPING DEATH ALIVE. | The Poor Defenceless Male. |

The Shadows On The Wall

I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall Nobody hears my cries, nobody notices when I call
Although I scream I am here! the words just won’t fall
I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall.   When the night comes calling, then you might see me,
Just a mere reflection of the man I used to be
My life is now over, the end is yet to come,
I am the man in the ...

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Tags: Anthony R M Andrews,Bullying,Heartbreak,loneliness,Pain,Suicide

Also by Anthony R M Andrews:

Lick It | Freedom To Live | Growing Old Disgracefully | Eternity | Depression Is A Killer |

Oh! My Dilemma

The moment you shown dilemma
Whether to stop or to move on,
Has put me on to a dilemma
Whether to stop or to move on.

Life looks playing a mock
And wants me to weap,
That seems flirting with luck
And made me to wait and peep.

The moment you shown dilemma
Whether to slap or to smile,
Has put me on to a dilemma
Whether to be sorry or to smile.

Your innocense seems hurted a lot
And has made me to be sorry,
But the...

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The Blessed Man

The sun rose bleakly

But the old man said,

“Hail to the morning!

I am not yet dead.


I have music to hear

And words to be read;

Enough in the cupboard

To see me fed.


Through the march of years

Many tears I’ve shed.

The closeness of friends

Has long since fled.


But at close of this day

I may lay my head

Upon the sheets

Of my own warm...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Wishes |

Force of Nature

Lay me down in river's rush,

carry me to the shore,

dry my skin in the smile of the sun,

-leave me wanting more.


Take my hand through meadow's mist,

scent my hair with flowers,

show me love with one sweet kiss,

share with me night's hours.


Dress and clothe me - leaf and moss,

be my love forever,

take me far but keep me close,

- nature bound together

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Also by sian howell:

Forse | Forse |


entry picture

The carnival
    Of Notting Hill:
A cultural
    Quite-overt bill.

    On big lorries -
Their beat echoes
    For all to please.

Whistles, drums, hands;
    Soca, reggae;
And steel bands:
    All make crowds stay.

Red, yellow, green -
    Grouped together -
Are often seen,
    As is samba.

Huge cl...

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for Grant Tarbard


Northern kids, their futures

predictable, they grafted dourly

five days a week down pits, in shops

and on the factory floor –

paying their way with some left

for vinyl, speed and threads.


Travelling miles by train each

weekend with a change of clothes

and a box of classic tracks

– minor hits and rarities

by blacks the charts ignore...

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For Stefan Kiszko

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And always the silent smell
Of music follows
Each time his name is mentioned
Never justice,

Covered in ignored pleadings
With pinpointed accuracy
Constantly kicking
The ladder away
From his freedom

Evidence suppressed and misplaced
For 16 years
In cross currents
Of ignored medical reports

Miscarrying justice
And innocence
Constantly brushed
Under the carpets

Drawn back on ...

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Also by Andy N:

Wilfred Owen Montage |

A Librarians Concern

A Librarians Concern



     Once the word has been written,

You cannot necessarily erase it,

For no matter how hard you rub

The page,

     The word remains.


     You could if you so wished,

Rub so hard that the page itself,

Becomes tatty and frayed,

Leaving blemishes

Upon the page underneath,

A page that may have been

A future not yet...

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Tags: Big Brother.

Also by Noetic-fret!:

Who Goes There? | The Farming of Innocense | The Habitable Zone |


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We stare across the open field at each other,
Battle is in the air,
One of us is going to Valhalla today.

We charge across the field with spears,
plunging it into the hearts of our kin,
it is too late to ask questions now.

In the midst of battle, I hear your screams
I am anxious to face you, my brother, my blood.

Two brothers meet, on the field of blood, our eyes are full of hate,

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Tags: amon amarth,norse gods,Odin,Vikings

Also by Rollo:

The cry of the black birds | I was lost, but now I'm found |

How Dare You

How dare you say

That everything turned okay

That my dreams didn’t diminish

And that the pain could now finish

How dare you say

You would take away my fear

Give me a place to call home

And begin a dream here

How dare you say

It wasn’t you that betrayed

Whether it was the love of a daughter

Or that daughter’s real father

How dare you say

I would make it ...

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Suncream, Sandwiches, Sea and Sand

Warm sheltered rock-pools on the beach

This British green and pleasant land

Where Donkeys'  poo and Seagulls' screech


Grandad’s hanky on his head

His rosy cheeks a shade of peach

His Daily Mirror long since read

Where Donkeys' poo and Seagulls' screech


Grandma’s at Bingo every night

Her handbag with her like a leech


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Tags: beach,donkeys,holidays,seagulls

Also by Daniel Dwyran:


In Remembrance of Grandma - Poem & Background

Now that people are becoming more aware of my poetic efforts, interests are being expressed regarding the background of my poetry - in addition, to my spiritual muse. In this installment, I share the background and poem "In Remembrance of Grandma".

I recognize that most of you reading this article will not know much about my maternal Grandmother, other than what you're able to glean from this p...

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Tags: Background,behind the poem,In Remembrance of Grandma,Poem,poetry

Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:

Poem: Dust (Humor) | Behind the Poem: Enjoy This Season | Poem: Human Matrix | Behind the Poem: Enoch | Behind the Poem: Evening Sky | Poem: Eternal Wellspring | Poem: Experiencing God | Poem: No Elaborate Pretense | Haikus: Exerpt #4 from: Hook, Line & Haiku |



Amongst the bitten twigs and fur caught,
low shrubs where each of us
is half in the tree and half in the rock,
a skull the thumb size of climbing sleeps.

If you do not come back
I will untie the ribbons
from my hair and open the hollow
parts of my head to the wind.

You said I would do that
enough myself  -  my teeth cut,
my goose feather torn  -
no excuse for you 


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Also by Marianne Daniels:

Pink Tree |

Pre-Loved Skin

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Barely worn,

impossible to tell,

the previous owner,

wore it well.


Callously made,

so you can you feel,

rich and successful,

sexy and ideal.


So this season!

Screaming to appear,

on catwalk and red carpet,

at awards and film premiere.


Dying to be worn,

bequeathing the thrill,

of impressing at events,

and dressing to kill!



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The heart

Deep inside, where the beat goes on, 
The pulsation of life, where the beat is strong
The heart is the place, the foundations of trust,
The place of emotions, Including, passion and lust. 
From the day we are born, to the last moment of breath, 
It will keep on beating, until the, inevitable death.
The mixture of emotions, That defines who we are, 
The feelings that dwell w...

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-The rablings of another young girl-

written: 8/20/14

People are such selfish creatures. 

They say they love picking flowers.

But when you pick a flower, you kill it. 

People take another living things life,

just so they can have the pleasure of looking at it. 

People pick things, and will pick them, untill they destory everything 

..and that, is just so very sad.


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Also by .L.m.P.:

Help | Painful Poison | Best friend | The Cycle |

Roy of the Rovers

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He'd not expected to find much.
To tell you the truth he was just killing time.
Lanyard flapping as he walked down Wood Street;
the plastic branded shackle on his neck.
A badly pixelated photograph
that makes him look a bit like a convict
who'd both shat himself with a death glare
at exactly the same time.

As he entered the shop,
he could hear the old Ferguson radiogram;
just like th...

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Tags: comic books,football,Nostalgia

Also by Matt Abbott:

National Rail Would Like To Apologise For Any Inconvenience Caused | Fucking Metro | Arriva DJ | Seaside Shenanigans | The Time Lord |



How kind the rain

to tiptoe


my window pane

As I lay down to


How kind the breeze

to whisper


the autumn leaves

my eyes in slumber


How kind the sun

to cast a


golden, tender

making way

for a glorious, glorious

sunny day.









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Also by :

(untitled) | Nobody came | Why | Metro ride | I am |

Look at me

You look at me and what do you see

You look at me all the time

With that supercilious grin

Scanning me from head to foot

You pass no comment

And yet you say it all with your eyes


They say that every picture tells a tale

But you never draw, paint or photograph

What you see

You never describe or make a photo fit

Instead you just stop, blink and stare

You lookin...

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Also by Martin Elder:

memory | Somebodys son |

Sincerely Molly

entry picture

Please don't go, leaving me up here all alone in the cold
Please don't go, no blanket, no hugs because your too "old"
Please don't go, too busy, too good, not childish enough for me to hold
Please don't go, I need you, my mommy, my sunshine my gold
Please don't go, I'm lost now, without you alone and covered in mold

You loved me, you held me until college came
Your boyfriend, your lipstick, you just wer...

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Tags: abandon,doll,love,poem,poetry,ragdoll

No More Page 3

Sunny mornings spent alone,

Calls for news named as such,

Yet scrawled careless between
pages isn’t news so much - 
‘Britney’s back with a hit!’
‘She’s 19 and she’s got tits!’
‘Chris and Gywneth finally split!’
I scrabble hungry for underestimated wit,
Yet,  between licking and flicking I find this is it-

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Also by Charlotte:

(untitled) | Reluctant Return. | Thirty. | Cats |




Long straight rivulets of light,
flowing out into the bay of night, 
returning on the back of dawn,
o’er skeletons of long ago forms,
a wretched heap of memories and fears,
moistened by a sea of loved ones tears,
happy times forgotten in the daytime bright,
return again in the after light,
to briefly stay before returning,
on tho...

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Also by Ken Eaton-Dykes:

Eleven Eleven (repost) 1914-1919 1939-1945 |

those were the days ..

 deep red eyes tell stories lips are afraid to speak 
 the lies and the worries that everyone's eyes are afraid to see 
 you hurt me 
 I say to myself every night trying to make the pain go away 
 but in reality the pain cuts deeper than a knife and I forget the words to say 
 you liar 
 seems to be better than realizing i had a part to play 
 seeing with my own eyes all of the evil ways 

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Tags: khirstynwaggoner,love,poems,poetry,Spokenword

Also by Khirstyn:

what is love .. |

The world`s most beautiful city
























letting in













are thrown










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Also by Neil Francis Brooks:

Paws | Drift | Dream Dogs |

The Crooked Beast At The End Of A Crooked Path

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The Crooked Beast At The End Of A Crooked Path

I saw him rise like a dark spectre
in the clouds
at the end of a crooked path
his horned head cocked
spreading his cloven claws
astride the graves that nestled
safe beneath the trees
his wings unfurling
across the sky
and gathering in
the long dead souls
beneath the ground
and I thought
I heard the demon say
“I told you I would not ...

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Tags: crooked path,devil,graveyard,lost souls,prayer,richpix,the beast

Also by Ian Whiteley:

Armistice (Gods Of War) | Death Of A Poet (Anthem For Doomed Youth) MUSIC VERSION | Death Of A Poet / Anthem For Doomed Youth | Dead Men's Boots |

Do All Dogs go to Heaven?

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Do all Dogs

go to Heaven?

I sure hope

It's true.

Cause when I

get to Heaven

I want to be

there with you.


You are gone

now but

for a

short while.

When I see

you again

I'll have a

big smile.


I'll sit upon

the ground

while you run

that crazy li...

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Tags: Dogs,Heaven,Short,While

Also by Shirley Smothers:

Our Peanut Puppy | A Slightly Dirty Limerick |

The islands of Stockholm

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Water, water, bridges everywhere:

a mini-Sydney harbour, serene streets

reminiscent of Edinburgh, too.

In the old town, close to the royal palace,

museum of high ideals, the Nobel prize.

Einstein, Mandela, Solzhenitsyn, Mother Teresa.

And that’s not all: nearby a hall of fame dedicated

to a band that made the world smile.

Benny and Frida, Bjorn and Agnetha,

wearing the...

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Tags: Abba,Stockholm,Sweden

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