Murder mile

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Rome lays bare its bones,

a body dissected for sightseers:

the spot in 44 BC

where the Senate met and Caesar fell.

Pillars, ruined temples, marble lavs

uncovered, for the cats to roam.

Let developers

gnash their teeth in vain.   

 

Down a nearby back street

small shrine to politician Aldo Mori,

found in the boot of a Renault 4

on Via Michelangelo Caetani in...

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Wish

Wished to drive away the summer's heat

Did not expect it to come quick

Not once did it cross my mind

Be careful with whatever you wished for

 

Forgot to ask how it should be

Forgot to bring what I should bring

It came too quick, I'm unprepared

Now I'm not sure what I must say

 

Be careful with whatever you wish for

And be precise with what it is

For it may come ...

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Also by Clive:

Perspective | Saturday | Can't Sleep | Integrity |

Glad To Be A Dalek

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I'm not your average Dalek,

You know the sort I mean,

All bent on domination;

Giving vent to all that spleen.

I like to think I'm different

From other Dalek crew,

Who keep emotions hidden

While exterminating you.

I don't agree with killing,

With plans to subjugate.

The Universe is lovely

And I find it hard to hate.

In fact, I've got my own plan;

I'm working f...

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Also by Jonathan Humble:

Postcard ... | Cosy | The Sad Tale Of The Reckless Rhubarb | Message From The Monkey | A Happy Ending For Petrologists | Toast |

June Meeting

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Remember that our next meeting is a workshop, not a meeting! Sarah Butler, a successful author, will be enlisting our help to find The Heart of Stockport. Just bring paper and pencil (or bark and scraper if you prefer). Our work will be used in a text/textile project called Unpicked: Restitched, about which more can be found here: (https://unpickedrestitched.wordpress.com/).

 

Here is a litt...

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May Collage Poem |

ILL REPUTE.

The list is getting longer; inevitably so.
I number more acquaintances
and friends as men I used to know.

Yesterday they buried Lloyd
and I recalled that rain of fists  
I did my utmost to avoid.

Stiil, it’s shocking; dead from drink
and shy of fifty. Shifty, yes,
and feared once. I can’t but think

how reputations alter in decline.
He was trouble, but his troubles
far exceeded...

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Also by Travis Brow:

SELL BUY DATE. | 8.48 |

Double Dark

Double Dark  

by J. Otis Powell

The ugliest thing I’ve seen was removed from my body

It was multi-layered different shades of brown and wet gray

It was a flash-serving platter stacked high with dead tissue

I’m escaping skin again after eight years of recovering from

The last reincarnation of my even-devolving soul and

Body has no choice but to come along and suffer in pain

...

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Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):

Until Rapture Melancholy | Brass Rings |

Sleep

Eyes of grit, sand and sleep denied

blinking eerie glow of my smartphone reminding

me that someone someplace is awake too

and will always be awake

sometime, someplace

my head hits my pillow,

smelling faintly of broken dreams

desires pushed down deep, shoved inside 

a place which rises up like mist, at 3am

staring, or trying to, at the ceiling

wishing I was someone.

...

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Also by Preeti:

I can | Breathe | Apple Carts and Upsets | The Mediocrity Curse | Fishing | Leaf |

ruins

Ruins

 

Ancient ruins of Smyrna are threatened by war

they might be blown up by those who want history

to start now cutting off the umbilical cord of yesterday

and we are all victim of the day before. Yet, sad as

it might be everything will be dust, we should lament

but not cry, as we would the death of a child.

 

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

Baltimore | love story | a secret | Burundi | Kathmandu | Useless Money | (untitled) | War & Peace | biking | (untitled) | home alone | middle east future | the last forenoon | our future | Feline werewolf | Fatima | (untitled) | the unsung | Skin Cancer and Ayn Rand | the man who hates Irael | the sky | the black-winged bird | pilots |

Stand

Sir Henry Newbolt knew the score,

With words and visions he called you to war.

 

And whilst his words stir the English in me,

I’ll nail my future to an evergreen tree.

 

That won’t shed it leaves to the whim of mere seasons,

Or spill out its sap for unjustified reasons.

 

But will stand in a forest of fortified men,

Resolved not to repeat what we did, once again.

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Also by David Moore:

Edelweiss in Dusseldorf | Sketches | Folded Flag | A Week of Worth? | Every Kingdom Comes | The Smugglers Tunnel | Drummer Lee-Rigby | Squatting | Supermarket Soldiers | Resignation Note | Funeral | Leg on the Volleyball Court | A Revelation in Sainte Chapelle | From Beyond | Memento Mori | Child of No Hope | On a Platform | Surrender | Languishing | Beyond the Coriolis | The Daggers of Summer | Ode to Intellectual Property | Last Light | Generation of Ghosts |

deceit is my custom

Deceit is my custom. I am the trophy of my home The joy giver to my family The honored and respected Gratified not hindered But yet I disappoint, In war with my thoughts and heart. It's exhausting When I try to step away from, from the smoldering fire It attracts me like looking at a cosmetic set in a magazine. The falsehood population is increasing, I try to cease this deed, so that I...

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BOBBY'S GIRL

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(Written and performed yesterday at the wedding of my No1 daughter, Sarah, to Robert Shersby)

 

When people ask of me

What would you like to be

I think of all the dreams that I’ve had

I’d choose the perfect groom

Perhaps Orlando Bloom

Or Daniel Craig or even my dad;

Instead I am Bobby’s Girl

Here I am, Bobby’s Girl

But that’s OK cos I love him you see

I’m glad to b...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS | IT'S GOOD NEWS WEEK! | OLD AGE KICKS (RLS) | THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE (I Don't Intend to Die Rich) |

Remiss

The test over,
nervous wait commences
twenty-one days
slim brown envelope
rasp of letterbox
slaps cold tiles
hold think stare
future folded neatly
slow fearful opening
resignation bad results
exhale deep breath
negative news positive 
slow tear trickles
thoughts lost blindly
another year bought
relief reprieve sentence?


Revision 1
© Graham Sherwood 05/2015

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In search of Eden | Coming Home | Night Howls | Hustings | Bakers-Do-Zen |

On stolen sheets

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I washed her from my pillow-slips.

 

In a white plastic bucket

I soaked away her body's

breath,

and with bleach removed

the evidence she had left.

 

We snatched the time

to make our marks

with sweat

and firm commitments.

 

The stains on stolen sheets

proved easier to erase

than those she ground

into the fabric of my thoughts

 

I watched as trac...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Request of a Lady | Her wet truth | Is | Vertices | Is this what borders do? |

Twilight of the Raven God

In the distance I see him there,
smile spreading cross face,
hate and fire filled eyes,
he will be my demise.

With a mighty roar,
he advances.
Earth shaking as he sprints,
My fate is sealed.

I spur my steed,
Steel my nerves,
Focus my eye on the Wolf,
Knowing I will die,
I am calm.
My aim is true,
I throw the Swaying One,
and the Wolf yelps in fury.

Blinded is he,
by spear and veng...

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Tags: Famous Wolf,Fenrir,Fenris Wolf.,Gungnir,Heathen Poetry,Odin,One Eye,Ragnarok

RePlaCeMeNT bUs

On the replacement bus Created a bit of a fuss Told him the shuffling mass Being guided Onto the number eight Were on a journey Of 'Take That' Northern Cleansing To meet their fate The laugh he threw back Hit my face And we soon turned Into a disgrace Whispering loudly Over the seats You told me About Grinder And I, you, Of black puddin...

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Also by Lynn Hamilton:

;) | SOMETIMES |

A Second Chance (For Terri)

I dreamt about you

last night

for the first time

in years.

You were in a hospital

or refuge

or somewhere

like that.

I climbed a rope

with a rose

between my teeth,

up three storeys

at dark blue midnight

to your bed,

slipped in beside you.

There was a man’s voice

murmuring

somewhere

off-camera

and I felt the warmth

and the firmness

of yo...

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When I Sleep

It happens so rarely, 
this feeling of peace--
of tiredness that will surely
finally lead to sleep, 
that I decided to go with it.
To not be wary or cautious--
to just fully embrace where both
my mind and body were dragging me.
And I was pleasantly surprised that as 
my eyes drifted closed
and my body became heavy
My mind wandered into your open arms--
Your warmth spreading throughout ...

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Tags: dreams,kiss,love,sleep

Also by R Miller:

Battered Napkin |

Memorial Day

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The following was written by
my niece Cynthia Smothers Carter
and is used with her permission.


Rain...again...
But I have come to the conclusion that
it has always rained on Memorial day
and I have figured out why.

The rain is the tears of all our fallen
Soldiers past, present and future. 
Thank You for Your service and the
ultimate sacrifice You have m...

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Tags: Day,Memorial,Poem

Also by Shirley Smothers:

Hidden Acrostic Poem |

SHE LOVED THAT CARDIGAN

She loved that cardigan, really took to it

good quality it was. Had it from new she did

think it was made for her probably.

Not a strong colour but useful

warm and cosy especially when it was warm

outside especially. Never saw her without it

I expect she wore it to bed possibly

Her policy it was never to be cold,

now the story is told.

Oh one other thing I nearly forgot

...

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Also by ray pool:

ANSWERS ON A POSTCARD | IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY | GHOSTS | RETAIL THERAPY | THE ASHFORD MIDDLESEX ENGLISH DICTIONARY | IN THE BEECH WOOD | GASOMETERS | THE SUFFERING OF A CLOWN | TANK GRAVEYARD | PAINT ME PINK | FALLEN IDOLS | WOLVES | WHERE DID HONESTY GO? | WHERE DID HONESTY GO? | THE PRESENT GAME | FUNNY BUSINESS | ARRIVAL | BEDOUINS AT LARGE | WE WALK TOGETHER |

Drooping

Of self,

ashamed.

Discountenanced by libido.

 

His usual and well used

sex controls

are malfunctioning.

 

This new uselessness

is an enemy at the gates

of his pride

weakening the stanchions

of reputation.

 

Emptiness

is the only regular

in the passenger side

of his bed.

 

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Also by Rose Casserley:

Self improvement | The returnings | grabbing the giddy moment | Old man rising | think-WIDE BERTH! | Addicted | Leaving the footplate | was it a message? yes! | Weapons drawn | Off target | When the sun logs on | Dark side of Mr Nice. | Shroud | Full circle | The continuation | interring | Last night | gift of the gab,jab and grab | Split | Jetsam | Usurped |

Entwined

"Today”, introduced us

 She greeted in zealous voice

 I shook hands too;

 Keeping at my poise

 

Innate was her halo

I unzipped my rucksack

Hers’ was unexplored story

Mine was a setback

 

Grief is beyond abyss

I can’t prune in verve

She shuddered me & said

“Ah!! You never had the nerve”

 

Novice and yet-to-come

She had sheath of my wisdom

While I s...

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Tags: #life #time

Also by Juhi Gupte:

He too had a dark side |

A Petal Flutters

A petal flutters spirralling

Through the upper air

Like a breath upon a snow drop

Or a sigh upon a care
 
Frequent a domain of ages
Bestow your presence there
Gently light your scented candle
To show that you're aware
 
You see i've always loved you
An inheritance to share
Like a gift from all our ancestors
Of their collective love we bear

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Also by Mark Hallam:

My Gilded Benign Senses |

school field

in a world of false opposites
where very little has meaning
I pick at the word angst

first in the german
- then in translation
and back to the root cause

the necrotic neurons of neurosis
and dally in denial
at the prettiness of daisy chains

bitten lipped slit and threaded
and threaded by girls in summer dresses
cross legged
   they show the V of their knickers

 

http://blue...

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Also by jeremy young:

birth of a nation | alive | cinders | you have to be fair | father forgive me | 6.10 | roots | lunch on the go | thirty years | 56 | posing | ists | sketch | waiting for bombs | thug racists | bedsit | english carnival | after an early supper | on the royal birth | may | the dying wish of the shaman | twitter poems |

When Darkness Falls

When darkness falls upon your dreams, be brave
Allow your inner light to stay aflame,
Do not relinquish hope to night time's grave.

Hold tight your heart and ride the shadow's wave
Don't be seduced by dusk's possessive game,
When darkness falls upon your dreams, be brave.

Surrendering will leave you but a slave
Your life exposed, a mark against your name,
Do not relinquish hope to night ti...

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Tags: depression,formal,life,villanelle

Also by Helen:

Strength Of Man | Lilac Skies | Her Scent On Silk | Those Years We Had | I Bow To The Moon | Escape | Look At Me |

that secret

italic Sundays run with a poisonous doubt

a wronged wash in the what might have been

where we fidget like fleas on a rabbits hide

and verses drafted in the cross stitched sky

cannot disguise the well-practiced curses

with the pre-packed presumption of lilies

and static

abstract amongst the sheets

your limbs offer a confusion of choice

where context is lost

besides the arch and coil

...

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Tags: longing,love,lust,unobtainable,wishful

nr. 2

Humanity She is bound. Held down by the hands of many, all exclaiming innocence whilst the gagged girl lies fragile fallen flawless, in all but reputation. Meaty hands grope her broken body, caving into primitive desire that destroys virgin innocence, peace defunct.

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Tags: desire,humanity

Also by Lauren den Besten:

nr. 1 |

Pedestal

I hear you in my statements and see you in my face, Constantly I search for this place that doesn't exist, Where I was of worth to you, Instead I am an obstacle in your path, You have chosen to discard me all in the name of love, Or so it would appear, but it is clear it is only your fear that has left me here, In a disarray feeling betrayed, because of you I never measure up, You taught me ...

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Also by Nick Michaelian:

Bridge | Now She Knows |

"Sixteen Again"

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got on my bike

first time this year

fast as you like

in the top gear

 

“…things in life are not played for keeps

if it makes you happy it will make you weep…”

 

rode up the pavement

leapt from the curb

just for one moment

feeling superb

 

“…and if you want some more practical advice

if you can't think once then don't think twice…”

 

remember sta...

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Also by Colsibabes:

Brighton Seafront 1983 | I'm still watching the birdie | Watching Time | Dungeness | Old Stumpy Was Petrified | Route 66 | MeanTimeOne | MeanTimeTwo | Garden Maintenance | Ladies of the Valleys | Sticky Fingers | Jewels | Kazbah | roadtrip | Another One Born |

Arse over pip

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Uninvited as per

Mr Pear shape thinks

he can just come strolling in

free as he pleases

to deliver his mishaping intentions.

 

Not today!

not when I have got my walking (to determination) boots on

 which fit his backside nicely!

one swift kick and out he goes onto his stalky head!

 

__________________

 

© Patricia Wilde Saturday 23rd May 2015 

 

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Incision | Spooked! | Pointless | jumper on? jumper off? | cause and effect | Mockery | Croupier of my fate | Old flames old pains | Three downfalls | Looking for the sky | Severed | Flawless blush |

Napkin 3 (5/23/15)

Veritas,
A partner in crime
blowback better days

bought in parts
instead of by the hour.

How alien:
touched mid-post, mid-text, 
pyrex glass, winning
new old west.

a reign ended in splinters
busted in the heated crucible
of the apocalypse. 

Yet here we are
survived, only by ourselves for certain. 
never buried, close the curtain,
a history wrote by us as best
as best and brightest ch...

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Tags: no kisses here to speak of

Also by Zach Dafoe:

Sweetheart in A-Sharp (07/28/2011) | Captain Hook | cleanup (05/17/2015) | Solicitation (05/16/2015) | Mirror Prayer 2 (5/16/2015) | table scraps 2306 (05/07/2015) | slush time pun (05/06/2015) | Danny Nucci 0637 | Napkin Kiss 2 (05/03/2015) |

Never to be (for Oscar Wilde)

I want to reach you.
Want to touch you.
Spend time with you.
But if I tried to, I'd fail.

I'm desperate to speak to you.
Long, so hard to caress you.
Splash out and spoil you.
But the truth is, I know I'd drown.

Any tactic I try, would fail
I'm not up to the battle.
There's too much between us.
Too much history.

They say time heals.
It doesn't - it kills.

You lived before me.
...

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Alan (Henning)

Its Saturday night at the taxi rank

street angels are steering girls to the cabs;

legs over tits like a Picasso and

it’s wild, and it’s laughter, and songs are buzzin’.

 

So can you hear the people weeping?

can you see the children dying?

All you knew was love, Alan, all you knew was love

as you drove your taxi through this world.

 

And the laughter and the love in t...

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Tags: Alan,love,peace

WEEKLY WAV 13 OF 230: UNDERDONE

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Poem 13 of 230:  UNDERDONE

At the age of twenty-one,
Art and culture were just done.

At the age of twenty-one,
Adventure and sport were fun.

At the age of twenty-one,
For Paris, I was underdone.

(C) David Franks 2003; from - 

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Hung out to Dry

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Altitudes unfigured

Adroitly measured

Doubling in the distance

 

Peering into scenes

From ancient books

 

Ripening in prophesises

Trespassing on our future

 

Buried under bent grass

 

Hung high even now

Even in the shadows

 

Creaking into silence

Like going out to your own funeral

Left out to dry.

 

 

(For Michael Gove - wrote after readi...

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something i must hide

Breasts are something to be ashamed of, something to hide,
Yet something that a kid will suck on just to stay alive!
Something everyone once depended on once in their life
Yet something evil, something I must hide
A man's nipples are useless and yet just fine
The woman's are lewd tho to a hungry baby divine

To wear one layer of clothing!
A sin God forbid despite the sweltering heat
The s...

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Tags: breasts,evil,human,nipples,shame,society,tradition,woman

Silent Killer

They made you feel so wanted. 
They took your heart and bathe it on roses
They caress your old scars with kisses 
Make you believe there’s nothing else more beautiful than their existence.

They look into your eyes and touch your soul
They make you crave for them more
They say one word and it vibrates your heart in whole 
Make you fantasize you and them growing old.

They made you feel l...

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I guess I'm afraid to love you | Deny | The lying wasn't good enough. | Demon I can't live without | You came in right after he broke my heart. | Rehab | You | Serendipity |

Summer Worries

The warm and jolly streams of wind 

Are finding paths all through my hair

Just to escape the summer sun

And hope that it won't find them there.

 

They played this game all through my past,

But for today I couldn't care.

I have a problem on my mind 

Thant won't disolve in boiling air.

 

I dream of rest for broken minds.

I dream of peace inside my head.

The one I ...

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Tags: anxiety,lost reality,summer

Severed Connection

 
The connection between us
The communicating
The friendship
The love
The joy
It seems entirely gone
Just like our form of communicating
Or the internet
Or soon, my silver chord
Which holds my soul onto this plane of existence
This unbreakable cord
Just like the red string
Just like me
Has been severed

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Tags: confusion,emotional,hate,Love,sad

Also by Narset Yves-Serge (Torc/Shiek):

To Live Dead | A Broken Mind, a Sound Body |

Today.

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Today I will sleep in late

Today I will just sit and sit.

I will breathe deep.

 

Today I will clear my head

And supine on a bed, feel the folds

As they turn in and hold me still.

I will be still.

 

Today I will run outside

And with arms open wide,

I’ll feast on a sky wide and clear.

I will face my fear,

Today.

 

Today I will look and look,

I wil...

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Also by dazzer:

Do you Remember Heart and Soul? |

Shadow Boxing

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The closest my dad ever got to poetry

was when he savoured some word

like pugilist, or the tip-toe springiness

he sensed in bob and weave,

his unalloyed delight in the flytings

and eyeball to eyeball hype

that went with big fight weigh-ins.

 

I, too, might have been

a contender when I did my stint

in the ring, my dad convinced

I had style and the stamp of a winner.

...

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Also by David Cooke:

Easter 1966 | A Piano in the Alps |

I realised i was me

I didn't realise how bad life could be 
Until I realised I was me

Naked in front of the mirror
Bulges where there shouldn't be 
Time wasted, time wasted, time wasted me

I didn't realise how quickly the clock of time could 
Cover me, leave me, breathless, and not

how it should be

Me up a tree
Me with you Carl creating Marvel figures before tea

Time wastes, time wasted, time wa...

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Also by David R Mellor:

There is no party of the poor | A life laid out. | Shut Down | I voted conservative | X marks the spot , it will hurt |

DREAMING FOR ALL TO SEE

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You say that I'm a dreamer

and so I may well be

but the dreams I have

aren't just for me,

they're for you and all to see.

 

The dream is of love,

of life free from harm,

a dream of peace and

shelter from the storm.

 

The dream is the lifeblood

flowing deep in our veins,

the dream will always be

for all to see

and all that remains.

 

The dream is t...

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Tags: dream,dreamer,dreaming,dreams,hope,life,love,peace

Also by THE PEN AND THE PAGE:

THE BALLAD OF THE LOOPY HAMSTER | DARK PANACEA | DAD | CURTAIN CALL | BREATHE | CHANTING | THE BALLAD OF BOB THE BUN | THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER | A LONELY LAMENT |

Aionios Charis by Danny Metcalfe.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Aionios-Charis-Danny-Metcalfe/dp/1504937406 

http://www.dannymetcalfe.com/ 

“Metcalfe weaves rich, earthy imagery with vast dreams of the cosmos. He explores the inner through the outer, provoking visions of eternity, gracefully leading the reader through the edge of the solar system into the infinite abyss and back into the depths of the ocean bed. Love is emphatical...

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Silence

Have you ever thought about this girl?

The girl that does her hardest to please you

To go out of her way.

To take a fall to take a shot

But all you do it block her out

Hurt her to the point of no returning.

Silence.

She decided that being silent is the best way.

No one will bring her to her knees

Making her want someone to see.

What exactly she needs.

The silence t...

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Tags: Love

Also by Hannah Metsker:

Not mine | Mad | Remember | Unsteady |

GOODBYE TO A LITTLE LIFETIME

I took it for a paper scrap

Upon the carpet's dull brown nap,

But bending forward I could see

It meant more than a scrap to me.

Diminished in death it was the mouse

That shared with me this ancient house

And which had often passed my way

An early morning blur of grey.

Then I recalled a recent night

When I had seen a slower flight...

Much slower than the previous run

...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

QUESTION | PUBLIC RECORD | SEA OF RED |

Take hands and march

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A protest song I wrote recently. It fits to the "Prince of Denmark's March".

Out with a world of contracts to cheat us
Out with the lords who hoard their gold
Out with a world of sanctions to leave us
Starving in the cold

Take hands and march to show
Our strength shall grow
And we shall not fail
Take hands and let them know
Society is not for sale

These are the dreams of safety and j...

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Also by Thomas Thurman:

Fire and ice-cream |

Falling apart

You were supposed to be my knight in shining armour

You were supposed to prove them all wrong

Cause back then you were young, and dumb, and stupid

But now you are old enough

To know that you can’t be out here breaking hearts

I guess that’s where we fell apart

I was too busy trying to protect us

And you just didn’t care at all

Making me look foolish over and over again

Tr...

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Tags: alone,foolish,fuck you,grew stronger,heartbreak,love poetry,platonic friends

Unemployed

Today I am the immovable object,

A dented can of who-knows-what

Adorned with a loud sales tag

That screams, “I am less than I was.”

 

My worth has been discounted,

My status redefined: damaged.

My life has been provisionally shelved.

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Also by James Roper:

I Know |

You.

You.

Thrust me - palmfuls of treasure.

Woo me - waterfall words.

Blunt me - fickle full stops.

 

You.

Steep me - leaves in a teacup.

Break me - set me free.

Block me - wicked white coats.

 

You.

Flower me - pink carnations.

Lift me - red balloons.

Pop me – barrage of blunt pins.

 

You.

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Also by Natfastic:

Stolen | Killing Time | The Struggle | Regret |

The Sands

I made sandcastles here as a lad.

I’ve walked and ran with the dogs,

Faced the rain and the blustering winds,

Dozed in the summer sun,

And beachcombed.

 

When I die, burn my body like a Viking God

And bring my ashes to the sands.

When the tide turns and the wind blows hard

Then empty my remains.

Let the wind take them across the waves;

And watch while the sea foams...

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