All I can do is follow my heart
The one that you fill.
You made me unique.
So I can follow no one else.
I wait for your still small voice.
But I don't hear anything.

I am blind, but I know it,
So there is hope.
I follow my heart
Where it leads, I go.
Yes, I am blind...
But I can feel the light.

 

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Flourished, and quintescence,

A ghoul to be,

And we are but the marbles in machines.

 

I am too the body of yore,

It was a dancing glory,

It was but another day between.

 

It heard in sight,

And day light being,

The crescent of a moon beam.

 

I am not shadow,

Nor white,

A dad in the moon beam.

 

It's just a saying,

The world of rapture,

And in ...

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While sitting on a couch,

My mind came with a fable

On the clock placed above the table.

White, shiny, silver and style

Depicting every journey of mile.

 

Side by me was my mom

Sleeping soundly like a baby born.

Then I took a deep dive in pond

Of thoughts, confusion, worries and all.

 

Baby assumed was a baby ago a while

And certainly would be same for me after ...

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Sitting, watching as the world goes by,

Life passes in the breath of a sigh.

Casually takes everything in his stride,

Bowled slow, missed stumps, scoring wide.

 

There’s no rush while others steadfastly run,
Content to view what had already begun.

For those who chase their eventual prize,
See only stillness behind his glazed eyes.

 

Others measure worth in what they’ve wo...

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Oh lord please give me 
a little time on these legs 
I need to get to the store 
then climb those stairs 

If I could have just
a little while on this back 
I need to sit for a while 
to give the feet a rest 

I wouldn’t ask too much 
another day with these eyes 
to see her face once more 
before I lose my sight 

then maybe a moment 
with these hands 
I just wanted to touch 
the...

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That, which could not be me:

That where wasn't safe. 

It's burnt to the core like a Phoenix

dashed into The Volcano

fierce, The Heart of the Earth.

And I'm surrendering to music now. 

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(If you don't know who this is your life is indeed impverished)

 

Grimy windows, door jammed shut

Fat man snoring, scratching gut

Empty bottle – he's half cut

Beware though, it's a sham.

His suit is from Exchange and Mart

Fat man wakes up with a start

Snoring broke by his own fart

The Legend – Jackson Lamb.

 

Trainer of Slow Horses

The legend- Jackson Lamb

 

...

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They are not dumb,
They are numb.
They just believe
The world will never let them grieve.

They are searching for a way
To believe they’re okay.
In quiet moments, they often say,
“Sorry, I can’t go back today.”

They need strength,
Not to hold back their tears,
But to admit their inner length,
And name their fears.

 

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“Some Assembly Required” is a satirical poem that peels back the layers of illusion in romantic relationships and beauty standards. With sharp irony and vivid imagery, it tries to explore the humorous yet sobering moment when surface perfection gives way to unexpected truth. A witty reflection on how we fall in love with appearances—and what remains when the mask comes off. I dreamed of ...

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hope is a bloom bursting

into the noonday sun

 

a breeze that lingers

and piques the senses

 

saltwater welling 

behind unblinking eyelids

 

a moment of silence in memory 

 

and another page waiting to be revealed

in the chronicles stretching from the cradle

to the place where so many wordless prayers

are offered 

 

to home and a place where the hear...

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On metal steps he lost his life

left the keys in his cherished car

falling backwards struck his head

ascending to yellow council skips.

 

Appearing in the local press

a column and a photograph

a much respected electrician

constantly required, recently retired. 

 

Nobody could work it out

it just seemed so unfair,

but life and death are mysteries

that hide beh...

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Screens are the crematoriums of yesterday's news,

we switch them on

we switch them off,

between the static seeking brighter views,

our interest gone

the pyres excused...

 

We rant and rage for our own need,

we curse at this

we curse at that,

between our fast we sate our greed

we crave all bliss

we waste our seed...

 

While borders bloat and bellies sh...

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I cannot remember the last words

I’ve had with people I’ll never see again

(probably best in a few cases, I’m afraid).

 

Thinking back on this, I wish I had noted some of them

in a treasured journal I’ve often thought about.

 

At present, I can never know when these words will happen.

So, attempting to write them down would be absurd.

But even if I could, I would hope th...

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Beer. Chat.
Beer, chat, beer.
Chat, beer, nom, nom, chat. Beer.
Beer.
Beer.
Oh god, I need a cigarette. I remember those.
A night cap.
A long short wobbly walk home.
Whiskey. TV. Beer.
Chair asleep.
Bed.

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The ethnic cleansing was a beautiful thing

It really was

Those herded into pastures new

Gobbled the green grass gratefully 

Joyous in subservience 

One day, they may be allowed to return 

To play a round of golf

Or sip cocktails on the sands of their forefathers…

In distant lands, a glorious dictator glows

Like the sun

Basking in magnificent megalomania 

Estab...

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Joy so swiftly’s turned to sadness, now,

what heavy hearts for Liverpool, these days.

Along the Strand I’ve walked with dad,

he loved it there, up Water Street,

pints in pubs, their voices music to our ears,

real wit and wisdom, working folks’ true class:

they’ll never walk alone, those hearts of gold.

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spring ephemerals
popping effortlessly up
just past the surface

to lift our sorrows
and remind us all; goodness
comes around again

it lives in moments
we create in space and time
neighbors, friends, strangers

hold one another
make the goodness stick around
once, twice, forever

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UNDERWATER WORLD

By the Urban Poet

An underwater house

In an underwater world

With underwater guys

And underwater girls

In a subterranean homesick land

Where mermaids take you by the hand

Their bodies gyrating to water music

With a strong backbeat

you can shake your booty

Some of those maids 

are raunchy fish

But not in it for the money

If you get my drift

...

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Shovel it up, shuffle it down

Mix it until it fades

It freezes everything

So best to let it stall.

 

Stalling the inner city,

Stepping into different gravity

Escaping the choking air,

Polluted with disharmony.

 

Wash it, ignore it, suppress it—

Then comes the wave.

It floods the senses,

Shatters the lenses.

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Fred Bunting, TV gardener, retired,

Confessed to the world that he had sired

Three sons and a daughter, handsomely aged,

With Mavis Malarky, alluring, unwaged.

 

Fred ran a farm shop while still on our screens,

Where Mavis would pop by each day for greens.

They say Fred was smitten the first time they met,

And soon their encounters were steamy and wet.

 

Friends notic...

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From The Liver Buildings, up high.

Tears, they drip from Bertie’s eye.

Through the red, foggy haze they fall.

Bertie, our Liver Bird, he saw it all.

Bertie protects our City, as you know.

Now in horror, his tears sadly flow.

Bertie saw the whole incident occur.

Jubilation and cheers, filled the air.

Then the sounds of screams and cries.

Rang out loudly, in the Liverpool ...

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Okay, okay, I see that you are distressed.
 I see that you are feeling like you want to cry,
  you're frustrated,
 lately you've been feeling
 angry more than usual. It's ok to not know exactly why. 

I feel the boxes
 maybe I can list them:
political targeting of trans people,
 the unreliability of [redacted]'s access to HRT,
 the amount of work needed to ensure she is 
as safe
 as po...

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For a claustrophobic, a lift ride feels a death ride.

For an agarophobic, a crowded place kills like a cyanide, sucking away lungs’ oxygen.

For a glossophobic, a social conversation is more of a choking spell, while being tongue-tied.

For a scopophobic, it is quite easy to die, just by a burp in a hushed office. Well, the grouped glares can slit throats.

How to die earliest?

Be a su...

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Climb the staircase of the outside fire escape
The only way to reach Margaret’s salon she ran out of her top floor flat kitchen 
Widows entertained with tea and gossip as cats clambered over their chairs 
taking residence on their laps 
Enjoying the company whilst having their fortnightly blue rinse 
 
Mum went to Margaret 
Her mum went to Margaret
Her mum went to Margaret 
 
Hair as tra...

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She leans down brushing her hair

Across my cheek

I feel the warmth of her breath

Her brown eyes flash and

A smile breaks over her face

As she asks whether I am alright

I swallow hard and manage a yes

The death of dark days pass

As I realise that she is there

In the moment

I feel life surge through my body

My brain acknowledges the light

And the fight is over

...

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Dear friends!

Please, read my poem in the comments.

          Regards,

         Larisa

 

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I watch in retrospective lens
Piercing through the dense smoke,
Certain dramatic objects evoke
Certain vivid memories of the past.

Bitter made to feel sweet;
Fallen feather or intentionally plucked,
Nobody noticed, no one ever 
Was curious enough to know.

A keen-sighted bird watches a
Wrong touch made to feel right,
Does the sun have an account
Of the happenings of the night?

Blu...

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The quill of a forgotten moment, 
a signature of time upon the sky, 
languid white clouds drifting by, 
spurs a sharp pain that wouldn't go, 
strikes paper filled with imprints, 
ink staining along a cracked soul.

The hand moves in quiet rebellion, 
scraping against the silence left behind, 
words spilling like embers from a fire 
long thought extinguished but still breathing, 
its w...

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Image: Deparure day time to say goodbye for another year, Jojo with her grandson Josh, he loves her to bits, really looks after her and teases her relentlessly at times, as we say in Yorkshire "A reyt grand lad". 

 

 

 

 

 

08.05.25 – 137) Rise with a feeling of sadness after a month of gladness

Poetry events an’ more, sharin’ my latest score on my 13th Texas poetry tour

Tr...

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I'm on the edge of myself,
where skin is not enough
and desire spreads
like a nameless flame.

On your body - a mirror of absence -
I search for myself:
a burning instant
between now and nevermore.

The flesh longs for verb,
but all is silence
when I touch you with my soul.

I am a lit shadow,
I am a blind word,
wanting you
where you no longer are.

And in the dark of the room
...

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Home. 

The only home I ever truly had
Lays beneath the skin and bones I was born with
I’ve wasted so much time
Filling bricks and mortar
With memories and bric a brac

I’ve held onto things that no longer served me
Paid money for memorabilia left to gather dust
My hands have scrubbed and screamed
At the things I once held dear

My cupboards bulged with clothes
Never worn
Books neve...

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Summer sky with spitfire.
My wife says it's her dad.
And loud the old engines roar
holding my attention.
Ants shall raise their antennae
wild birds make for a perch.
Our vision extends to a distant speck
hard to say exactly when
its gone.

Hold hands and carry on.

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Our planet

Our breathing home

Where all life roam.

8.7 million known species

Coexist in unity

Lighting each new day.

 

But a silent tragic scream rises

From one million souls on the verge

Of becoming numb 

Of vanishing 

Of their stories being lost to time...

A silent extinction.

 

This cruel unraveling 

Threatens the very balance.

The essential resou...

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if you lost it, if you broke it, if it went away, was it really love then?

if it  hurt you, made you uncomfortable and confused you, was it really happiness then?

if it was heavy, scary and restless, was it really freedom then?

 

Yes. I think.

 

Love, Happi...

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Deeply into beauty

I dip, I dive, I settle, I rest.

No holding, no expecting, no preference,

just there, I abide, I observe.

My heart beats,

sending out waves of love.

I attach no meaning to this or that,

I simply soar and land--

a bird on a branch,

a melody floating in the gentle air--

of this day, this opening day.

 

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My dear fellow writers, 

It's been quite a while since I wrote something and even longer since I posted on this site. It wasn't merely a lack of time that caused this break. My life has been a roller-coaster ride filled with strange occurrences and emotions I never thought I would feel. It was crushing to experience them, but enlightening to know that they can be overcome. However, it's not eas...

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Wake up world, it is a brand-new day,
Shake those doubts and fears away,
The sun is up, the sky is blue,
And greatness waits inside of you!

Put on your shoes, go chase your dreams,
Life is more magic than it seems,
Don’t just wish, go and make it real,
Fuel your fire, spin the wheel!

Stumble? That is part of the flight,
Fall down seven, stand up eight, right?
Each small step, each da...

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Writer’s Block

 

My mind almost blank.

Not many words in the tank.

A reservoir drained,

But it can be explained.

The will is exemplary:

Concentration is temporary.

There are things to be said,

That are stuck in my head.

Views of the world,

Constantly swirled,

Force procrastination:

A deliberate reservation.

Motivation is slight.

Exhaustion, my plight.

...

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Womanhood

I am tender like a flower, sprawled like a panther, soft like a dagger.
Waiting to pierce you, I will not make you stagger. 
I sit pretty, cross legged, waiting for you appraisal. 
Firmly embedded in a lagoon of earthworms, snails, and emotion. 

My neck has thorns in my upper echelons. 
Watch me grow as I glow!. 
Don't hide me from sight! I'll fight with all my fickle might!. 
...

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As years shifted

            you gifted me

                                   your blessing

 

I could not receive it nor even hear it; still I will try

 

It’s just --

I had never met anyone ever who passed, aced, every test

                                                                                          albeit one

So wisely young;

               So imperfectl...

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Jim was brought up on a farm by his dad,

An ambition to move to the city he'd always had.

In the city he got a job as a shoe-shine boy,

His new occupation  brought him much joy.

 

His dad was sad to see him gone,

But made hay when his son shone.

 

 

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Wherever i look
I see people around
I live in a society
To which i am bound

When i close my eyes
And want to hear a sound
All i can hear
Is a noisy background

I’m surrounded by people
Surrounded by their wills
Surrounded by their fears
And the way they feel

I interacted with the world
With my individuality
I have my way of thinking
A unique personality

I have my way of seei...

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Green grass cut

Dedicated lawnmower mover

Topless next-door neighbour

Both gradually turning brown.

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"hair in the wind"

Brown in the sun
of the midday born
Silken strands
of crested corn

sparks light the sky
brilliant welder's flash
jewel in disguise
jouster's winning prize.

Jack was nimble
he was quick
but he's not taking
that candlestick.

All the queen's horses
and all the queen's men
run their own courses
then run them again.

 

 

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I have so many Pinterest boards, they overwhelm me... but it’s necessary I check them every night before sleep. Gazing at the beautiful photos calms me, prepares me for rest.   It’s a mystery - drives hubby mad considering for hours... glittering jewels, intricate designs, glamourous clothes. Royal fashion icons addictively inspire imagination.   A girly t...

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I know what people think.

I know what they say behind my back.

I've heard the whispers and the laughter

I've seen the pitying looks they give me and the expressions of

        disgust that cross their sickened faces as I shuffle sadly by.

I know I embarrass them

I know I make them feel ill at ease

I know they'd rather I sneaked away and died in some dark,

        forgot...

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Perched on a milestone,

Spy considered offers from fylgjur,

haunting woods like fox wraiths.

Night worn as a cloak, tired bones

aching under breeze ruffled feathers,

his conspiracy betrayed by brother silhouettes

circling in tempered moonlight.

Revealed by flecks of white in beads of jet,

he watched ghost clouds drift like lost leaves,

disturbing stars floating ...

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Good morning Mr Squirrel 
nice to meet you, how do you do?
I left some delicious nutty treats 
there on the ground for you

So very happy you came along 
I just wanted to say
This magical encounter with you 
has really made my day

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