Poetry Blogs

Salvation. - prose

He is my Salvation, 

When I say I am strong, 

He sees my body is weak, 

Again he trys to rescue me, 

His unconditional regard 

His love sees me through the nights, 

Long ago I met him, 

In younger troubled times 

He is my Knight in shining armour, 

Even though he is torn, 

Even though he is a father and now 

In romance again 

Straight through and through, 

I ...

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Also by Nicola Byrnes:

Angel wings | The Secret - prose | Quote | Angel 3 | Quietness. | Boats in the night. | New horizons | Serendipity | Angel 2 | Thank you | Little do you know | Rain drops, | Pages. | Love Set you going. | If Only | For Fundraisers | Pamela Anderson, |

encounters

They tell you to speak up

they tell you to smile

but all I hear is shut up

your big fat ass is vile

 

they tell me to be me

to be scared no more

but all I hear are urgent plea

and warnings of war

 

they speak of themselves like angles

if you hear them you swear your head its true

but inside they are devils

dressed to please the new

 

don’t you dare come...

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Also by racha:

voices | reversed | unexpected friend | father figure | closure |

Madeeha Gauhar

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we always remember social activists

who have always insisted for all

the equal rights and honorable place

with disregard to cast, creed, and race

 

even though she has departed for Jaanat* (heaven)

she has left behind the big void screen

we can only pray for her peaceful stay

we, the powerless, human beings have no other say

 

being vocal opponent

her absence may b...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

The world is open | Nice people struggle | The destiny and after | Poetry for peace | The feather in a cap | good to learn | Thank you, Prime minister | When darkness descends | Don't rob her | Attack on the judiciary | Let us utter | Beyond the boundaries | No shame on all | Love, no poetry | It is no good | The friendversary | The need for an hour | No need to fear | Sunshine | I shall not be cowed | Going to be | No possibility | We may call | What an amusement ! | Women's role | You will know | Yes, lot more | Right or wrong | Yes, we were | No one can say | What is poetry for | The life story | Let us not shed | How to remain | One must pick | Vast difference in | Love overcomes | I love her smile | No stoppage | Shame on our origin | Unfit to be human | What for am I? | Be silent | I will tell you about | I may not | An artist | Mothers come out | Mind is ..... | You kill | What to see ! | Total reflection | Their funeral | Life is not a problem | International anthology for peace | I may say | If i was a poet | O death! beware | O death! beware | No escape | The sun...A reality | Not only big | Within me here | No misunderstanding | As a golden day | Doesn't matter | Love and beleive | Decency code | I share it honestly | No, I never knew | ifs and buts there | I hear from | Not forgotten at all | Whether true or not | One must say | The poet everywhere | An ordinary woman | Don't prove me wrong | Lies help nowhere | You are right here | Life! teach me | Only link | Not reached | Tears call | Wrong notion | Only lady star | Strange accusations | Return to mother | Thank God | The soul travels | Watch keenly | We die | Oh! our future | Wildfire | With appreciative words | For humanity | Compare souls | With the hope | I feel at home with | Little hut | Fair enough | Simple in behavior | Create an anarchy | Who is to be blamed? | Ring the bell |

 

jadia4708au

old soul

old soul

good you understand 

not many do 

some are judgemental

yes its possible 

to have too much 

of a good thing

living on a mountain than hikes

we are all old souls

some just dont realize

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Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:

Biplanes Attack! | On Camera | Death Cash | Uncle Sam | Fake Believe | Lady Pee | SMASHED MIRRORS | ACRONYM | HEY ALANIS | THIS CITY | Lads | Nailed Indeed | Corrupt | Satire | Headstrong Tornado |

 

lifeoldsoul

editor at large

incongruent and awkward

always fit well, one with the other

 

but each make beggars choosers

in this ridiculous world that hides

inside the disguise of normality--

 

in this world, the jester is made king

 

and, though supplicants

only sing his song in mock

 

he remains fixed and frozen

to the throne waiting

for what might be sung next.

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Also by elPintor:

darkroom | INCOMING...onlookers regrouping at the summit | timeline | frostbite (maybe come next spring) | bodies in motion, bodies at rest (repression and repose) | undivided |

The End Times

The End Times

 

A black whirlpool lies before me

as the world´s evil is sucked out of sight

The ground shakes and buildings collapse

asteroids and comets race by

with fiery tails ablaze in a cataclysmic sky

Lightning flashes with pronged forks

to the accompaniment of rumbling thunder

Screams, shouts, explosions in a cacaphony 

of hysterical sound

The room tilts as ...

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Also by keith jeffries:

A Grey Blanket | War Games | A Woman of Substance | The Rock of Friendship | This and that |

Haemo-Chemo

( Churchill Hospital Oxford, 25 April, 2018)

 

Blank, sallow faces

wear the ashen scars 

of badly delivered news.

 

Supermarket delicatessen tickets

are selected for the blood test queue,

a jocular nurse announces

each lucky draw winner in turn.

 

Forgetful out-patients start!

jump up too quickly, wobble

then whisper oops!

as they are carefully gathered

...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

The cost of living |

on the fringe of realms


flight paths criss-cross on the fringe of realms
the robin lands on a confusion of chicken wire
looks about before darting in to feed his partner
sparrows and blue tits fly straight into their nests
away up the slope a thrush like an arrow nearing
pauses for one moment on the rusted fencing
then dives into the tangle of hedge and briars

 

in the bottom field a squadron of carrion crows 
...

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Also by Colin Hill:

"Daddy Was an Old Time PREACHER Man" | wild thing | another poem | a poem | escape routes | nothing else matters | Dead Dove Sketch | She showed me Seven | Red Snow in the Morning | Montana, 1879 | 21 Short Poems for a Rainy Bank Holiday Monday |

The Moment

Resting on yard bench,

                                                                passing Bumble Bee  pauses, hovers

                                                                                   face to face

                                                                           We share the moment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“No friends”

I’ve been stabbed by dead moments too often to hear the depths of my own voice driving to keep purpose loud and clear.

What would it mean to hear all?

How often is it true what one wills for them self?

How seldom is truth far below the surface.

What’s a will like this doing in a wasteland of misfits?

No one is where they want to be. 

Not a single one is satisfied. 

Be who you ...

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Prisoner of the Mind

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thoughts INTRUSIVE,

                                     ALONE with my mind,

sleep is for the WEAK,

                   but I’m weak WITHOUT my sleep,

the demons HAUNT me,

                        I fear I have LOST my control,

the EVILS have tainted my soul,

                                   is there an END to this,

only the end will fabricate a new

BEGINNING.

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Also by Emaz Malik:

Love & Cigs | Clipped Wings | Haiku - Quest | Touch | Bitter-Sweet | Three | Change | Jaded |

Young Thief

The taste of you leaving for good 
Is a taste that I can't stomach
No wonder I've been vomiting
I haven't felt like myself since you

I heard the old tree on the hill 
They cut down and made it into a cross
They're going to put me on it for the sins that I've done
Just a young thief looking for a ring

Love is always there
But I'll die for love
Because without you there's no hope

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Also by Damon Blackery:

All Alone | Absolute | Just Another Night (lyrics it's not a poem.) | Khantilian | Promise (lyrics for a song I'm working on.) | I've Already Made This Poem | Homegrown Pain | Words of The Waiting Man 9 | Cannaibal | Aza'timohgo The Feeder | Ye | Wendigo (This is a story.) | Enchanted Desolate | Drwoning Self Worth | Another Sad Song (Lyrics.) | Pros of a Broken Heart | Vow 2 | Bravo lime Oscar Oscar delta | Mama | Autumn Wind | The Raven | The House I burn Down (Death Part 3) | The House Sister Hates(Death Part 2) | The House That Father Built (Death Part 1) | Ashes, Ashes | Beautiful Storm | Deep Red | MLA | By Hellogoodbye - Here (In Your Arms) | H,O,P,E | Rambling of A Madman | Dope Died For | What's Real Anymore? | I Can't Breath. | My Twisted Side | Devil In a Suit | The Ghost | In Her Honor | Ghost | Pine Sap | My Family Misses You (Lyrics) | The Friction In your Mood | Nothing Like You | Because of Her | Monster | The Walk | The Devil Son (lyrics) | Unconditional | I'm Drunk And Will Always Love Her |

I want this to last forever

The greatest smile I have ever seen,
the most gorgeous voice I'll ever hear,
with stunning eyes that turn me to stone,
I feel like a child when I'm around you.

The little time that we spend together,
I wish it would last forever.
Talk about nonsense,
yet laugh at everything.

We create memories,
with only our fingertips,
never mind the spoken words that cannot be heard,
we make promises ...

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Also by LeGou:

I can see your face in dry paint |

 

crushpoetry

Teenagers

I've got green stained knees 
they remind me of you.
its the color of what once was your room
that you always said you hated,
yet you never bothered to paint it.
where we stayed up till 4 am
dreaming of our future flat.
visions of blue walls
and pictures of waterfalls
because you were in to that sort of thing.
Now I'm laying in the summer grass
as God’s tears come trickling down,
storm...

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Also by Karin Seaver:

plastic protection | Nerves |

 

love lostlove poetrynostalgiaromanceteenteenagers

The illusion of freedom

Biorhythm the muscle memory of organic time, 

an unconscious reflex

breathing in then out,

 

we spin and fall inconsequentially

everyday a simple plagiary,

entwined in limb and thought

free thinking independents

 

at liberty yet caught.

 

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Also by Wolfgar:

Southwark | Take these eyes | Gods most beautiful creation | When the truth breaks free | Aspirations limitations | SAD (Seasonal affective disorder) | A message | What dead grunts might think | Night flight | Meeting Ali Baba | Meeting Ali Baba | The transparency of species | Too horrific to title |

Murray River

That first time I sensed you at the old Tocumwal railway bridge,

I peered out the window like a child

at the window of a lolly shop,

It was night,

I could barely see your glittering reflections

In the darkness, your breeze surrounded

My face with a scent of fresh cool water

And a hint of parched eucalypt

 

When I returned you welcomed me

like a fostering mother,

So...

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Killing the Piano

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We tried to save you with small ads.

Free to good home, must collect

but nobody called.

 

We tried schools and churches,

community centres,

but none were prepared to accommodate you.

No room for the past,

no use for tradition,

and each back turned

was another key condemned.

 

Once we dragged you a hundred miles north,

and later a hundred back,

my faithful ...

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Also by Joe Williams:

Street Food |

women of Gaza

Gaza women  

  

Mothers

Of Palestine

With heavy heart

You sacrifice

Your children

In the name of freedom

I kiss

The earth you walk on

Your hatred

For the enemy

Runs deep

As do your love for your children

You will cry

Yet you do this

For a high course

I`m with you

All the way

To freedom 

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

appointment | a river | ducks | madness | failure | stay at your lest | alone in the night | this crazy world | at the cardiologist | a security guard | the voice | Alfred in the wilderness | the fucking spring | at the end of rural idyll | poets and intellectuals | Alfred Like dogs | a few words | ALfred has arthrites | Martin Luther King | sailing |

What The Leaves Say

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They're making trees out of paper!


Oh, it's all in a good cause.


One leaf says "I wish I was better."


So many others are much worse.


What leapt out at me in the cold 


corridor, where anyone might pass 


was a crinkled leaf I had stooped to pick 


from the tiles, which read


"Am I going home with you?"


Well, no one paints just to cover the canvas


as we speak politely...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

How Long Is Love Enchanted | Magnifying Glass | Oumuamua | Verses one, two, three | Equal |

Life in the slow lane

Sam was in the kitchen mopping up the floor.

Suddenly he stopped ,there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door thought it was his daughter Gail

But there was no-one there except a sweet little snail.

"What do you want  I was expecting my daughter?"

"Please sir may I have a glass of water?"

"Certainly not !"Sam picked up the snail and pelted him away.

But the snail knocked...

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Also by hugh:

Fred's Dilemna | The Unlucky Vicar | Alcoholic Frolic | Raise them and praise them |

I’m Ready

 

Come here, let me love you.

Allow me, to adore you.

Grace me with your wish,

I will fulfil your will.

 

Open your door, 

so tightly closed.

With a thousand locks,

eternally sealed.

 

If you will trust me,

I promise you,

that I’ll be there for you.

Through thick and thin.

In everything...

 

My love for you will grow.

Rise above, to shield us 

...

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Also by Anya:

The Wasteland Hotel | Confession | Your Song | Never | Square One | Black | Scissors | Welcome home... | Vodka | Fairytale Prophecy (Volume 2) | Lost in Space | A Humble Pie | The Balance | One | The Light | Together | Ode to Inspiration | Where are you? | Mary | A piece of cake | The Golden Time | Nothing is promised | I am done! | Foolish? |

Dreams don't come true straight away

I met her once

Under a white moon,

On the lake

With a gentle breeze.

 

I stared at her

Not knowing what she’s thinking.

We reach out for each other

Under the beautiful sky.

 

We talk, laugh and sing.

I’ve never been so happy.

I look in her eyes,

I see hope,

I see truth,

I see all I’ve ever wanted to see.

That mystical glow,

The moon reflecting off...

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Also by P C Kenet:

Playing the Game called Life |

A River, Kent

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A River, Kent

 

Between the vales of Lune and Kent

with gentle climbs and sweet descents,

Our gifted time was heaven-sent

and not a day too soon.

 

All life an undiscovered beach,

forbidden fruit, once out of reach,

Unkent - then kent, new truths to teach

about the hidden moon.

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Also by Chris Bainbridge:

Pride | Rebellion | Caravan Planet | It Can't Be Bedtime Yet | Hidden Chains | Castaways |

You weren’t the one

You scare me

You manipulate me

You used me for your gain

You thought you owned me

You weren’t in love with me

You were in love with the idea of me

You sucked away my happiness 

I tried to leave 

You followed me everywhere I went 

You degrade me when you have a tantrum 

You called me your wife and treated me like a possession

I don’t owe you anything

You changed ...

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Also by iesha washington:

L.O.N.E.L.Y |

Last Word

 

Were I to write especially for you

Admitting emotions, far before they're due

Were I to feel a longing for your touch

Confessing my sin of wanting it too much

 

A noteworthy charm your messages convey

I can tell that you are smiling as you write to me that way

A playful endeavour as we natter back and forth

Both parts teasing as we equally want more

 

Were I to m...

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Foxtrot Fergus

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Foxtot Fergus

 

He slicks back his hair

And knots his cravat

This king of the dance floor

The world’s dapperest cat.

He can tap out concertos

With only his feet

And his Tango has been classified

As “officially sweet”.

His hot chocolate eyes

Say come dance with me

I’ll show you paradise

And if you’re very hungry

I’ll buy us strawberry ice!

He has tutored...

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Also by eve nortley:

Grimbly Jones | The bravest cat of all! | Free range Easter | Cats Paw Mc Graw |

Haikus 1

Fair objects - all trees

leaves combining frost and fire

bird homes hidden ‘neath

=====

Fiercer than pinecones

no breadcrumbs to follow there

a walk in the woods

=====

A loss of epic

in the space where stars are killed

a little less light

=====

I am glad you failed

I take pleasure in your fall

no guilt - just light heart

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Also by Douglas MacGowan:

Dancing and Shadows |

RESTORATION

A chair is a chair is a chair

but the one upon which I now am sat

gives me the support I need

and its history is its own,

shaped by restless hands and minds

who know their sockets

their integral parts and how they fit

before the body becomes part of it. 

 

I know their hearts and souls,

have trodden where no average man

has sat before, that is to say

I will not ...

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Also by ray pool:

IN THE GARDEN - AGAIN | THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ROGER MOORE | VIP TREATMENT | PENSIONER POET | THE WRISTBAND | ROSE KWARTZ | LATE DEPARTURE |

The New Love

I have a neat little wristband I wear at all times.

It has a slow throbbing pulse

Which quickens to a series of beeps when he wants me.

He has a wristband just the same

And we conduct our love affair this way

Though we have never met

And never will.

 

We were matched up through millions of couples

And with the aid of new technology

And with advanced telepathy we began...

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Also by Hannah Collins:

The Tree |

My Dreams

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My dreams they have died
Buried deep within myself
Hope to renew them

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Also by Shirley Smothers:

Open Your Eyes | My Name is Sarai |

 

DreamsHeartHopes

Ambition

Passion comes from deep within . It's something your born with . It's where you begin . Forever striving never give in . Hoping some day for that special win . Never put off it's in your soul . To try Forever to fulfill your goals . If you fight the good fight to reach your ambition . Rewards are likely . Rewards are given . So if the passion is there . You have lots to strive for . Never give in ...

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All the bad things and the bad people, I am not thankful for, but admire the strength they made me make in myself, when they took it away.

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Also by Taricia Whitehurst:

Poverty |

The cake walk poems 17

(for  my friend who is terminally ill..)

 

Till 
the end

lean 
on me.

baptize 
yourself
in a 
piece of
sky,

and I 
will hear
your 
prayers.

roll down
a meadow
hill as
a child
of our
mother
earth.

and 
I will
celebrate
in your
laughter.

lie down
to dream
at night
and whisper
all your
doubts
and trials
by fire.

and my
soul will
be your
pillow
and keep
you ...

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Also by david patrick simon:

The cake walk poems 16 | The cake walk poems 15 | The cake walk poems 14 | The cake walk poems 13 | The cake walk poems 12 | The cake walk poems 11 | The cake walk poems 10 | The cake walk poems 9 | The cake walk poems 8 | The cake walk poems 7 | The cake walk poems 6 | The cake walk poems 5 | The cake walk poems 4 | The cake walk poems 3 | The cake walk poems 2 | The cake walk poems 1 | The kissing poems 39 | The kissing poems 38 | The kissing poems 37 | The kissing poems 36 | The kissing poems 34 | The kissing poems 33 | The kissing poems 32 | The kissing poems 31 | The kissing poems 31 |

Our First to Now

I know not from when you came.

How my insides echoed hollow.

I know not where my conscious went.

My mind forgot to follow.

 

I knew not of what empty meant.

At least for a couple of hours.

I know not what empty meant.

 Our love forever flowers.

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Only Scratching the Surface

Sharp blade cuts I panic

Trying to get past them

The problem solving never wrong

I told you so people.

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They ask too many questions

To That Person Who Chips In To Finish A Crossword For You

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To That Person Who Chips In To Finish A Crossword For You

 

It is much harder

To answer all but one clue

Than the missing last

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Pub Quiz Theory | Let The Night Fall | The Collector & The Collected | Back To The Park |

 

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I Cannot Write Another

 

Ballads, odes, hymns, lists,

advice, nostalgic memories,

myths explored, journeys, paths,

unfinished drafts and anecdotes;

rewrote Red and other tales,

discovered prephonation,

haibun about horse racing,

comedy, and tragedy, quoting positivity,

but today I cannot do

what NaPoWriMo asked me to.

 

I have wrung out symphonies

from bitter fruit inside of me,

...

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Also by Laura Taylor:

Quoting Positivity | Ballad of Narcissus | Disobedience | Sunday Morning Overthinking | Floral Evensong | A Little Smash of Plaster | Offside | Charity Begins At Home | Springtime at Aintree | State of the Utopian Union Address | Subjects of Denial | Superseding Planets | Kontemplations | Not Doris Day's Armpits | Hotdesk Almanac | Origin | Advice For Free |

 

NaPoWriMo2018

What if: nightmares, angst and fears

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what is a dream; what is reality?

what is death; what’s on the other side?

it’s perhaps our vulnerability

our most distressing convictions

our most dreadful nightmares…

 

what if you die tonight?

 

how do we differentiate between

what is considered to be reality

and what is deemed to be a dream?

in what we assume to be the reality

is the actuality effectively a ...

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crown shyness

 

Abraham told us to come again

next year when the sky would

pother with ash from the fires

because right now we could not

see the stars just the faceless

children playing basketball on

the streets and you know they

never miss a shot so we spent

the year in our tiny homes with

aggressive mould coating the

walls and the things we gave

names to like Table and Lamp

...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

it is a sphere |

Love - Hate Relationship

 

When I was young I loved you with a passion

A few years later I still loved you

though now not as much

In my thirties I could take you or leave you

You were fast losing your touch

 

As time passed I started to dislike you more

Eventually this turned to hate

and now I despise you

But please don't take it personally

I hate bloody vegemite too

 

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Also by Brian Maryon:

New Client Presentation | An Early Sunday Morning Gift | Ronnie Peaked Too Soon | Mid-life Crisis Beard | Jump | Tennis | The Tedious Poems 1 | Scraping the Barrel | Touching No-one and No-one Touches Him | I F-worded Her Sister | We Are a Grandad | Health & Financial Advice for M. Jones | The Bloke Next Door | A Foolish Man? |

The White Gate

The White Gate

 

The path is Agapanthus strewn

Freedom for Women colours;

green and purple heads bob

in the Freo Doctor, interrupted

by blossoms which match the gate.

 

Hung upon squat solid upright stone,

it swings inwards, inviting entry

to this secret garden, lusted with

love, Christmas feasts, familial

fecundity, rapturously shared.

 

Reluctantly close...

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Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:

You stare at me... | Epitaph for Gregory O’Donoghue | I Used To Enjoy Knitting... | Haiku at Burns Beach Cafe |

 

 

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No room for doubt

A chair calling the anxiety I call bad, misinterpreted.

A doll covering a hole in the ground calling my shallowness vague.

Through the light, where I can see, leave me no room for doubt.

 

 

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Also by Seven Charles:

Wild is the wind |

Ageless love

The old man left everything to her

A full share of emotions felt

Their love had flourished over the years

Blossoming and blooming

Faithful and giving through time

 

They had met when only a youthful seventeen

Love had flown down and settled  on their hearts

Never more to ruffle a feather in flight

But to remain nestled there

Safe in the knowledge that it was safe, sec...

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Pleasure | Good night, my love | Renewal | Invading my personality | Dining on knowledge | Past, Present and Future | Standing on the doorstep | It's just not cricket | Going through the emotions | Can't sleep | Grey day | Terrible words | Rose in a vase |

 

Love

THE TURKISH BARBER

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Let me say from the off that I hadn’t paid for a haircut in thirty years.  Our Gert had always cut mine with a Remington set to No 3 all over.  The downside has been that I missed some young bint pushing her baps in my ears while asking me about my holidays.  There’s not quite the same frisson with the wife.  But the upside has been that it’s free, albeit a little vigorous and my head resembled a ...

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Also by John Coopey:

YOUNG HOOLIGANS | VLAD ALL OVER | HUGGING CANDLES | THE BOY DOES NOTHING | THE WATER METER |

Vicissitude

I've been trying to fill a void, shamelessly I have to admit 

by subsituting our late nights in with even later nights out 

Friends once lost or forgotten reappear into the abyss that long ago were hours I would have dedicated to someone else 

Like water filling a gap in the ocean floor, it is difficult not to let them pour in

But these are the friends I need

Night time drives with ...

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Pain

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Pain


 

Pain

All I know

All I ever will know

Is pain

 

Because of

One mistake

One action

One mess-up

In a flawless life


 

We got seperated

Far away from each other

Where we thought

We would be better

Off at


 

I let him go

Out of my reach

Where it would

Be next to

Impossible

To get him back

Into my life

Into...

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seperate to pieces

Painless Torture

This night oh this dark and lovely night where the moon dances with my eyes and till the sun rises again

I have not felt a pain so uneasy as this in years it brings me to the edge of my seat

My heart wont miss a beat

The heavier my eyes grow the more the night glows

And I must refuse to sleep

Body exhausted and my mind a bottomless pit of potential

Thinking of things of old and n...

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restlessnessSelf-awareness

Marsden Junior School and Lily Lane Primary School Pupils' Cuckoo Festival Poems

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For Marsden Cuckoo Day April 21st 2018, Pupils of Marsden Junior School and Lily Lane Primary School, Moston, Manchester, wrote their own poems which they performed at the festival, and which appeared on posters in Marsden shop and café windows.

The theme was Our Words Have No Limits 

 

Our words have no limits, 

I can do what I want, 

Nothing can stop me, 

I will always be free,...

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Poetry in schoolsPrimary SchoolYoung Write Out Loud

Bare eyes to the world

You speak awkward 

Struggling for words

Yet you captivate

with your desire to be

Someone who cares

In the clean gaze of your eyes

Honesty is a realm 

Corporeal

I drink in your tears

They cleanse my mind

And bathe my soul

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