When it was over

the guns were in our hands,

 

when it was over

our tanks were in their lands.

 

When it became history

the markets redrew our graphs,

 

when it became history

our media moguls wrote their epitaphs.

 

When war was still a raging

the dead inflamed our hate,

 

when war was still a raging

our mercy came too late...

 

 

htt...

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Poem 14 of 230:  NIGHT OR DAY?!

In the far north of Sweden
    (A "Land of the Midnight Sun”),
A strange thing chanced upon me -
    And I’ll tell you, just for fun.

Got off a train late-morning
    (Had to catch same one next day)
And trudged far to the Youth Hostel -
    Paying for a one-night stay.

I spent the afternoon sightseeing,
    Then, after a latish dinner,
Returned to ...

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I'd love to love your love, but

I'd love to love your love. 

I'd love to live your love, but

I'd live to love your love.

I fantasize about you;

you can fantasize about me too. 

I'd love to love your love, love.

But I'm here and you are there. 

But for me this is enough. 

Let's call it 'Write Out Loud'-love. 

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it’s never wrong and right 

never black and white 

always with poor framing 

truth escapes while we’re waiting 

 

you I can’t deny

“I” I can’t explain 

there’s another dimension 

that we’re always missing 

 

easy solutions feel so good 

crushing those doubts with boots 

if nature only gave us straight lines 

as if god was on our side 

 

it’s never green...

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On June 14, 2025, Donald Trump turns 79 and demands a military parade for himself—echoing authoritarian shows, not democratic traditions. This coincides with the U.S. Army’s 250th anniversary, overshadowed by his personal spectacle. The same day marks 40 years since the Schengen Agreement, Europe’s promise of free movement now challenged by rising border controls. Meanwhile, protests...

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Veil of the Known

The river speaks in hushed tones, its currents thick with secrets, folding into themselves— the weight of unspoken histories dredged along the silt.

I do not step in. The water remembers too much.

The city breathes metal and wire, a maze built on absence, corridors wound so tightly that voices lose their way, disappearing before they reach the ear that listens.

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Brian Wilson - RIP 🙏😇

 

Now you have passed I am grieving 
You didn't say you were leaving
We had a thing called joy
This very happy girl and boy
But your life it came to a close
What am I to do heaven only knows

Hope is gone it's all gone wrong
Hope is gone it's a sad sad situation 
Hope is gone I'm in total isolation
Hope is gone and I am bereft 
Hope is gone there's nothing le...

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I fully trust the process of life.

All that I need to know will be revealed to me.

I open my mind to infinite wisdom.

I open my heart to boundless love. 

I live each moment with ease and clarity.

In the eve, I slumber into peaceful bliss.

In the morn, I rise into joyous light.

I smile with well-being.

My cells dance with enthusiasm.

All is well, all is infinitely well. 

...

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With an abiding glint of love in her faded, smiling eyes, 
brown eyes that inhabit my dreams, spark my memories,
my mother tells me she has dementia, a cross for us to bear,
or so saith her silver-tinted hair. She laboured for our family.
with her handbag gripped in her laughing lap, taking buses,
while waiting patiently, in her mac, for the number 207.
She still smiles at my silly jokes and...

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I'm walking alone
Through this chaotic road
Through this desolated land
That my senses corrode

The environment is hostile
Full of greed and jealousy
People want everything
While forgetting our legacy

The values from the past
Now seems to have a cost
Honesty lost its meaning
While respect was lost

So I'm searching the darkness
For a sparkle of light
For the motivation I need
To...

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Even her heartbeat is lovely.

Keeping time with my contentment.

 

It doesn't assert, or insist.

But it holds me here, in between,

waiting for the next beat.

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Aged forty-one, she stirs; one eye inspects the alarm.

There’s no error; the constant ringing was previously planned,

Rising slowly, gracefully, and deliberately, she reaches for the switch,

Then grabs the drab dressing gown that hangs close to hand.

 

Showered, moisturised, and deodorised, she peers sheepishly 

Into the dressing-table mirror, and resigningly sighs.

In less th...

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You need to walk all over the Itchen

Find the bridge that will take you there

Cold hands clasp, hang tight on the rail

As rain sweeps all over the town

People in this city call you Mush

 

Stepping off this bridge of strangers

Hold hands tight deep into the night

Finding faces that will leave us

Lost and forgotten into the light

People in this city call you Mush

 

...

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The river flows
and we go chasing
the mysteries of living
We’ve been running
through the meadows
of wildflower notions
Tangled up in nothing but
the hunt
To give life meaning…

Beneath the meeting tree
we stand again
warmed by summer rays
It’s here I see you fully
and you truly look at me
We each bare witness
Tangled up in nothing but
the hunt - it is our nature
To give life mean...

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Brixton’s Orpheus shushing me asleep all night long

Pour into infinity the ashes of me

            when this work finally sets me free

Eating sausage rolls on the train

 

Writing to see how naughty Nigel will get

            and whether he put on his leather skirt again

Frosted breath blows sodium gold frustration

Some day you’ll be kings and queens not beggars

Dancing o...

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It was the year our eldest was expected

and emerged on a late August morning

to the cursing of her mother and the miners

being kicked out of their pits. Everyone

takes turn to be the enemy within.

 

The water towers which had brooded

with such immense solidity, for a century

and more, were soon to be broken.

City streets would overflow with human flotsam;

we’d redisco...

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There is a lion by the water, the green monkey eyes its prize, communicating fear and mis information, it's the origin of lies.

It's the face of imitation, the mimicking of a warning cry, the art of the done deal by deception, without the answer to the question why. 

It's the Code of Hammurabi which I see in play today, the one rule for the law makers, while the others stand in line, obey.

...

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Passers by stop to look and stare
they take lots of photos of me
Perhaps they think I’m cute 
or I’m something unexpected to see    

I thought I would rest here for a while
take a break from climbing trees
Just sit minding my own business 
chillin in the Mexican breeze 

I didn’t set out be a star
never wanted to be that way 
Now I find I’m the main attraction 
and highlight of some ...

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He took white wine but drank Belgian lager.

Everyone was in couples.

The talk was all about kids, cars and Ikea.

Fish out of water he decided to slip away.

On the way out he noticed the un-opened white wine.

So he took it home.

Blossom Hill. Tesco. 5.99

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Unrequited

 

She side-stepped my affections,

Unconvinced by the web,

Constructed from disassembled thought

And confusion’s thread.

 

I had sought to create a nest,

Cushioned with promises,

Fortified by unwavering service.

 

What materialised was unpalatable, leaving

Unsated need for escape and adventures

Beyond my sphere of comprehension.

 

To her mind,...

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Wrangling with stasis, 

As it menaces 

Meaninglessness, dangling

The lacquered idyll

As dreaded trophy

For having journeyed far

Through Falsehood's strange land, 

And, reeling now from the revelry

Rent asunder, in a Pandoran

Counter-attack, Truth

Reclaims its penchant

For reverberating with the urgency

Of dauntless, disowned decibels...

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thirteen to twenty,

that beauteous age

when a predatory virus

stalks young hearts,

there is no defence,

resistance is futile,

music ear worms

infect and burrow

deep within the helpless

young, becomes resident

as a lifetime’s curse

free to be sung unbid,

hummed, whistled

foot-tapped

widely played throughout

a life, requested at

many funerals too,

t...

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Don’t chase the echo in the hall,
Don’t shrink yourself to please them all,
The world was never meant to mould,
A soul like yours to fit the fold!

The crowd may march in a steady line,
But you were made to climb and shine,
To dance where no one is dared to go,
To plant your flag in virgin snow!

Your laugh, your voice, your blazing hue,
Are the brightest when it is wholly you,
No need...

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My heart feels like a galaxy,

constantly expanding,

trying to hold all this love for you,

yet still, it overflows.

 

No words are vast enough,

no universe wide enough,

to contain the way my heart explodes

with love for you.

 

How do I tell the stars that

my love for you stretches beyond them,

into worlds unseen?

Yet still, I yearn for more to show.

This lo...

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Sun-blinding vision

of a surfing state,

songs with their feet down

hard on the accelerator.

 

But the little deuce coupes

have long gone to the scrapyard.

The wild west is back,

if it ever went away.

 

Beady-eyed outlaws

who don’t like strangers

have taken over the town,

heroes replaced by villains.

 

Smile, the album

he never quite finished...

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Blur pedals,

In a range,

And grass to your knees.

 

Cows grazing by a wedding bell,

Distant and passing,

Different.

 

Dead mornings,

In finger nails.

 

Broken pedals,

Falling.

 

Good things,

And bound be true.

 

Good things,

Christmas bells.

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The middle of the night.

A word comes,

A phrase, a verse,

The first hint of a rhyme.

All, in the midst

Of sleep and time,

Are lost.

At no apparent cost.

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I sit on the bench, I ‘while away the hours’.

Mum’s rose stands out amongst the flowers.

I struggle as usual to find the right words.

As I listen to the choir of Springwood birds.

All around me such beautiful things I see.

Sitting alone with nature, that’s fine by me.

It’s all so calm here today, so still and serene.

I remove my Mum’s plaque, to give it a clean.

Hovering wi...

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A GARDEN JOURNEY 

A busy kitchen that seems permanently hot,

from cooking and baking, and eating a lot

Especially vegetables collected as fresh,

from a plot in the garden just over the hedge.

 

A vase full of flowers hand picked every week, makes such a difference in a room that’s bleak. The scent and aroma filling the room,

as well as the colours of each flower in bloom

 

...

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The old pitmen dug their last

Almost a hundred years had passed

Eyes blinking at the sun

Their time below now done 

And so began the great decline

No promised roses nor fine wine

Villages slept into decay

Along with hopes of brighter days

Boarded windows, children bored

Food & clothes to ill afford 

Softly, softly, catchee monkey

But the monkey's old & so so h...

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When things go wrong

And all's a mess

Don't stress, don't guess

Just rest.

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Dear friends! 

                Please, read my poem in the comments.

                      Regards, Larisa

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Evening fell—Papa returned,
Storm in step, and fire in eyes.
In the dim-lit room, he saw
A little girl curled in silence,
He touched her head—
A tired stroke, half-love, half-lost.

He saw her doll—tattered, torn,
Matted hair, a bruised cheek, a wounded lip.
His temper sparked, his face turned flame—
“Just yesterday, I brought her home with joy—
What ruined her so soon, this toy?”

Th...

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You’re always searching for a home,
one that shelters your soul.
But have you ever wondered
if it might live beneath your armor?

Perhaps the softest place to land
has been inside you all this time.
Even if it feels abandoned,
what if you dusted off the corners,
gently, without needing to be whole at once?

Don’t force the finding.
Even if you find nothing,
perhaps it’s just “not yet....

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The mountains are covered by human feet
The waters barely peeping from between the fleets
The tree tops hold more faces and hands
The air is a heavy with words and cadence.
The homosapiens never rest
They cut, kill and fell – that’s their best
They have overrun the planet and going far
If the moon’s not enough, then the next star.

Will they ever stop – the God’s worry in their land
Reme...

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Every time I let the tap run, I feel guilty

Every time I fill my belly, I turn away from the screen.

Every time the key clicks to my door, I can open and walk around.

But you and yours are raised to the ground.

No guilt from those who cheer on your genocide.  

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my tongue is tied

my mouth is sewn shut

my arms in a straitjacket

my eyes gouged out yet, still wanting to blink

 

to see / i want to see / i have to see / i need to fucking see

 

with all the blood and flesh of my own mangled around me

i broke my arms out

my bones protruding and bleeding black hot blood

i pierced my mouth open,

my black blood, teeth and flesh flus...

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do you believe me now?

by Lily Starling Eldridge

 

party lights flicker as my vision dims

words drop like acid on my skin

sinking in, i start to feel sick

the shame you spilled always sticks.

i’m happy you’ve never been burned before.

introduce me to a stranger

tell an “inside” joke that left me exposed

then wonder why i left without a word

i’d rather be the one hu...

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After the great battle was over

What in those stories they do not tell

Is that nothing was truly over

For this demon, condemned to hell

 

“You shall not seek power!”, oh what does he know

About how it is to dwell in the shadow

Loving indeed! banned for one mistake

The love shown to a witch on a stake

 

Do you think I wanted this?

Do you think I yearned?

For the ...

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Books are bigger than they look

Taking us to distant lands and back

Yet one can fit in your hands

Or several in a stack

Fifty in a dresser drawer

Hundreds on a shelf

You can get lost in them

Or you can find yourself

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My life, a flickering candle 

A flame through the dark of night... 

In a stand upon a mantle 

Casting shadows and light. 

Will a glow or glimmer remain 

When this light is no more? 

Or will everything remain the same

As it has always been before?

 

(note- I've never posted this poem even though I used it as a sample in my Bio section.  It addresses the question whic...

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The brevity of the daytime 
Can be felt in the city streets
Where employees walk in a certain speed 
Calling it the "rush hour".

A beginner enters the competitive crowd 
And gets immediately humbled 
By the schedules, tasks and follow ups
Being spoken out so loud 
That they make room in his mind,
Pushing his confidence a little too far
To be able to immediately find. 

He takes a sea...

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Beneath a sky of burning, blazing blue
The prairie’s vastness stretches, calm and wide
Where sun in glory casts its golden hue
And bold the breeze speaks secrets as it glides

Upon his horse rides the lone gunslinger
A shadowed figure, eyes dark and deep
He challenges night, that final ringer
As death’s own echo through the world shall sweep

Cacti stand tall, sentinels of the hush
Risi...

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All eyes on Greta,

God grant Madleen safe anchor,

our sunset’s blood red.

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Poor kitty, struck down by fate,
Pixies took pity on poor Miss Jay.
Left flowers to guide her soul to Heaven’s gate,
at crossroads is where her grave lays.
Puddles of black paint drowned the late dove.
She was stained with sin for falling for false love.

She was buried all alone,
just like she was in life.
Nowhere to call her home,
His betrayal was the knife.

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Skyline sanctuary hovering above

Ghost white clouds drift

Heaven allows one soul

To remember good times

Joining family and friends

Bonding together in prayer.

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SITTING ALONE, I ALWAYS THINK OF YOU.

YOU ARE THE MEMORY I NEVER LIVED- YET SOMEHOW, I ALWAYS MISS YOU.

YOU ARE THE BRIGHTEST STAR IN THE SKY, AND I? JUST A SHADOW IN DIM MOONLIGHT.

YOU ARE THE QUEEN, AND I THE PAWN -

IN THIS GAME OF CHESS, I'VE NEVER WON.

IS IT LOVE ? OR JUST A LIE ?

STILL, THIS FEELING I STRANGELY ENJOY.

I KNOW YOU'LL NEVER BE MINE,

AND I DON'T DARE PLUCK

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We walked past that inflatable lady,
Launching herself into the water,
Paddling hard to move along.
The wind so strong she blew away.

We walked by the mandarin, 
Forbears escaped from captivity,
Likely imported from China. 
Swimming free amongst the natives.

We walked on. Past
Joggers in the sun.
Headphones on tight,
Plastic smiles pasted on their faces. 

Cyclists streamed past u...

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Diplopia

When I consider how my light is bent

My two eyes capturing two converging scenes,

I wonder truly how my time was spent

In looking, without thinking what it means.

Before they parted ways, to circumvent

The natural perspective we expect

When Covid’s random danage caused these ills

Which fresnal screens do partially correct

 

Such minor injury should not deter

...

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A downcast little woman from war-torn Sudan, who had landed
on a raft from across the sea, beamed an almighty grin,
when she was greeted by Kenny, a kangaroo, saying, ‘Thank you, for welcoming me, a refugee.

‘My name is Miss Bullafleyo Kooazis.

'Don't hang about, you lovely animal, for I'm being chased by an Australia For Us’ possee.'

Kenny beckoned to his midriff, and she jumped in his...

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