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LOVE POEM

LOVE POEM

I love the cool simplicity of you

that you're not complicated,

that I know how to please you

and the shape of happiness today

will be the same in a year.

 

I love the way you wake and stretch

towards the promise of morning,

that neither unkindness nor injustice

have tainted or diminished you.

 

You are spring dawn perfume

the suggestion of distant c...

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Also by john short:

MARKET DAY |

Rescue

Stranded on this figmentation of reality 

Deciding between light and dark

Overshadowed by our failures 

Head kept afloat by all that is good

In the arms of the great abyss 

You have two options 

To give oneself up

or to tread the seamless glass

 

 

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Also by Cody Roach:

Woman | Dream a dream | (untitled) |

LOCKDOWN FUNERAL

After the cremation service the fresh air.

"I never forget a mask,"

I said to someone i'd never met,

an attempt at grim humour.

 

The embarrassing marquee behind us

pallbearers upright in their black masks,

so long in the waiting. 

Truth is I had felt disconnected

 

but grief can spread like ripples

from a stone cast into water

at the downcast head of one

I k...

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Also by ray pool:

RAFFIA MAT | A HUMBLE COTTAGE | THE WONDER OF WOOLIES' | CANINE CAPERS | AFTER THE CLOCKS GO BACK | HYPOCHONDRIAC | NON ESSENTIAL |

Used To

My heart loved like a racecar

But my anxieties never let me switch lanes

I saw you from afar, I admit

Though I believed your curious eyes

Were a figment of my imagination

 

Then we collided,

And you left me cold, frozen in the snow

 

My heart still loves like a racecar

But the collisions don't hurt as bad as they

Used to

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Also by M3RK:

End of the Road | Hurt Me | Long Gone | Star Gazin' |

Juice Wrld Tribute

Lufituaeb er’uoy

 

let your index finger 

gently lift towards her

in one smooth motion

 

keep your eyes

fixed on hers

let your jitters simmer

 

open your hand

thumb pointing at your chin

fingers pointing up

 

roll your fingers across

the front of your face 

in clockwise fashion

 

like a carousel 

lightly turning

shadows to glimmers

 

end with your fing...

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Also by Candice Reineke:

Pink Lady | Overthinker | Drive |

ASLdeafflirt

As Kamasi Blew

I was out walking today

Trying to clear my head

After a morning of too much study, Twitter

And coffee.

On the way to town, listening to jazz

I tried to slow down my mind

Counting flat, fallen autumn leaves

Making words from number plates

Avoiding kids on their bikes.

I came out of Boots with

My blue sweets for the weekend

And stopped for a double espresso.

Havin...

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egolifepenny drop

Country Life

"Hello, little boy, could I speak to your father?"

  -Father's in the dairy milking the cows.

"Okay, little boy, could I speak to your mother?"

  -Mother's in the meadow shearing the sheep.

"All right, little boy, could I speak to your brother?"

  -Brother's in the hen house collecting the eggs.

"Well then, little boy, could I speak to your sister?"

   -Sister's in her bedroom...

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Also by branwell kent:

Be Careful | Self Pity | Food | Every Single Word Of This Is True | Help | Dance Dance Dance Dance | Unmetamorphosis | Priorities |

LABYRINTHS

 

The mind is full of them of course

the passageways of thought which

brought us to this conversation - I

have shuttered now my receiver on

the phone, having spoken at length

to my grandaughter for our catch up

conversation - about the Inns of Court

 

and grand Metropolis - where on the

foggier nights, wraiths go drifting by,

bringing those yesterdays into presence

...

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Also by Philipos:

MIRROR IMAGES | ALAS | POIGNANCE | CATNAPS | HOLLOW IMAGININGS | TWINKLES | BACCY | ORDER, ORDER | POLYHEDRON VIEWS | THROUGH PASSAGES | AWAKENING | BEAKS | SPECIAL DELIVERY | OCEANS DEEP | A FOREIGN FIELD | LOST SIGNAL | EXPOSURE | A BLUE RHAPSODY | MIASMA | EFFUSIONS | HARROWS | NIMROD | SPOT CHECKS | MARCHING ORDERS | UHM | ASHES TO ASHES | SIRENS | FORTUNE'S LOT | OFF SHORE HAUNTS | MUNCHAUSEN | WAVES | CAMERAS | THROUGH CURTAINS | GOLF BALLS | MASQUERADE | BRANCHES | HARD HATS | SHADOWS | PRUDENCE | MUD | CAUSATION | ESSENCES | THE TOWPATH | A RURAL LANE | OBLIVION | THE LIGHTED CANDLE | UPSTAIRS DOWNSTAIRS | SHAMROCKS | MULCHING LEAVES |

field of screens

Lets take a walk through the field of screens,
And the laden angles,
Besides dirt carved with plyers.

Being the grass,
May wave in wind,
But I know the sun burns holes into dark rock.

Stepping forward,
And feet laden,
Heavy with my blood.

But don't waiver,
Because it can tell,
To not tip in the sea because fascism is still alive.

The rats that burrow beneath lands of steel,
And arrows that lay laden by the dea...

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Also by Alita Moore:

Slimy Hands | Dead Dreams | waiting | mine | It's all the same | selfishness | winter fell cold |

Not Not Not

Life may not be perfect
But sadness isn’t worth it,
And no matter how bad it gets,
Or whatever the world may expect
I’m not done hoping yet.

I could weep, I could cry
But what would that buy?
Another moment of misery?
Or instead I could smile
And then at least I’d be lifted.

And life may not be great
But happiness shouldn’t wait
So no matter what
I’ll enjoy what I’ve got
I’m not ...

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Also by Aviva Rifka Bhandari:

Lost (Where is Home?) | Imitating Nature | I Thank My Fortune |

determinationHappinesshopelifemeditationself esteem

Winter Solstice

Inspired by: The Land is Fallow  by keith jeffries

 

The Winter Solstice 21st December 2020

 

On this the shortest day, our year shall die

And echo down centuries humankind’s cry

People singing and dancing to drive away the dark

Lighted candles, the smell of pine needles and crackling bark

 

Hung in corners with evergreen hues

Holly berries so red that birds have not...

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Also by Paul Sayer:

sad but true | It’s Black and White. | Cloud seeding | Please HELP! | Winter | Justice Of The Peace | That Vacant Gaze | Wheres that poem? | The Smegroyd’s Moonlight Flit… A Norfolk Mardle* | Anti-social media. | Cummings and goings... | Dead behind the eyes | The Poet who dared | Kowtow | 6 Today, Happy Birthday | Guy ‘Guido’ Fawkes… November 5th 1605 | Picture this Scene | The Day of all True Saints |

Winter Solstice

Helping The Poor

Helping the poor

Is on my list for sure

They are still one of us

Without money and shelter thus

My duty is to look after them

Being a beautiful gem

With a generous heart and soul

That has always been my goal

Giving some of my earning

Without betrayal or turning

Hoping to put a smile on their face

Showing them my love and grace

Probably not their fault

That th...

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Also by Aisha Suleman:

Flavours Of Cooking | The Perfect Poet | That Time Of Season – Winter | Want To Party | Size Does Not Matter | Never Loved You | Single | Trust | Move To The Rhythm | Memories | Festival Of Lights | I Am The Girl | Smile | Fly With Me | Freedom | I Am Real | Father | The Missing Sunday | The Parcel Courier | Loneliness | Lockdown Blues | Keep Trying | Hatred | Dance It Out | Love Is Blind |

The Land is Fallow

The Land is Fallow

 

The land is fallow, the virus has struck

the grass weeps and the fields sleep

Trees stand bare as onlookers stare

the land is fallow for a while, a year

 

The land is pock marked with tangled weeds

no longer is it time to sow the seeds

People retreat to the warmth of their hearth

nothing is achieved on inertia's path

 

Clouds and rain no lon...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Stillness | Held in Abeyance | They danced the Tango | After the Cabaret - impending doom | Lockdown | Acceptance | A Tribute to Decency | The Divide of Prejudice | Inner Conflict | You would have found me.... | A Mysterious Warmth | Darkness and Light |

Repeat

Past pain learned
Burned within our hearts
Anything related
We set flames 
Agitated
Our inner demons
Slowly seeming
That anything that provokes
The insecurity 
Fixated on the remote 
Event that occurred
Reliving the feeling
The heart's been concealing
We push away
The one we think is causing the pain
When it's our own projection
A reflection 
That we need to heal
Slowly start to ...

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Also by Amy walcott:

Withered | Blinded | I'll Be There | Story | Withered The Storm | Always | A Nights Journey | no one wins.. |

Learningnew experiencesold ways

Two-Stroke Counsel

After checking the oil for the chain
and a quick pull on the starter rope
my father’s chainsaw cuts through the branches
Stainless steel teeth offer no quarter

The quickly turning blade suggests danger in unsure hands
regardless, his grip is firm and confident
Swift and experienced strokes 
make short work of the green and sap-filled wood

Fine powder sawdust drifts across my arms
We s...

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Also by Mike McPeek:

Axel | Squirrel and Crow | In The Night | Bad Poetry Blues | The Mayor of Occidental | cassie and josh |

Adventure

dream about turning it off

think about getting up

 

fantasies become elaborate

as the mirror moves away

 

sweat you know nothing about

dreaming in the supermarket

 

words in advertisements

start to call your name

 

adventure adventure

waiting for you

 

giving up security

is all you have to do

 

adventure adventure

embracing your fears

 

...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Your Cult | Teaching a kid to read | My sick sense | You left the meeting | Different Countries | Moi??? | Moving Situations and Overheard Conversations | Review of "Pocket Blues" | half-fascists | Browsing History | Twinkie Defense |

DIVERSITY

 

 

I don't like the word Diversity

all it means now is

someone is not allowed to speak

because they are not

the right color

the right sex

the right race

the right minority

diversity now means silence

 

no one can have a different opinion

if so they are shouted down

and barred from speaking

as strange as that sounds

it is what is going on today

on...

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Also by d.knape:

Enjoying My Self | Bathroom Candle | Writing Out Loud | MISTAKES | Success Rate | NIGHTLIGHT | LITTLE WREN | LEGACY | INSEX | Customer Survey | Footprints On Our Floors | My Teeth | Little i | Busy People | Autumn Leaves | Hope In Their Hearts | The House Guest | Someone Said | The Company of Crows | Two Days At A Time | Taking Chances | A Place | Coin Toss | Platform Guidelines | Ode to Terry Quinn | Tree Stump---a poem by O.L.Buzzerd | Blue Moon |

Fantasy unveiled

As I sit back and look at life in front of me.

I see mostly shades of gray of what could be.

Out of focus paths to take each with their own rewards and of course pain.

What’s the cost going to be it’s a gamble in all honesty,We play the odds at best we guess.

The reason is because we don’t know all the facts about anything in life or death.

Can you be sure any of this is reality, I ...

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Meat

butchery cuts it for Ruby,

well known for her brisket,

who gave men a wide berth

for she didn't like to risk it

 

offal unresponsive, so she

fondled the odd carcase,

pined for sheep's eyes to

tenderize her pining ass

 

Ted sold her pork products,

poor Ruby was easy meat,

his pies and sweetbreads

just swept her off her feet

 

his pig's trotters stumbling

...

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Also by simon lucan:

Trapped In Amber | Downstage | Back To Basins | Cinematic | Drop The Tears | A Long Walk | Ageless Heart | Needles Under The Tree | From A Clear Sky | Blooms | Heartfall | Ella's Fitter | The Swinger | Smouldering | Out of Somewhere Blue | A Handle For My Pillow | Longbow Covid | Oiling My Machinery | Beaten By The Belle | Desperate Times Two | The Chapters I Remember | Unbuckled By Angels | Left Luggage | Love Left Rusting In The Rain | Pins Drop | Her Sunset Came Too Early | Carnage | The Woes Of Needy Lovers |

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HE'S A LIABILITY - GET HIM OUT OF HERE

On a visit to the Morrison’s I took a bloke to task -

The dozy twat had no idea of how to wear his mask;

He wore it underneath his nose; I asked him in the shop

If he wore his underpants with his prick flopped out the top.

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Also by John Coopey:

THE NOB NURSE | THEY DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE BORN | THE FASTEST STEAM TRAIN IN THE WORLD | TORY BULLY | WEREWOLVES OF SELBY | BARN DANCE (PROGRESSIVE) | I MISS THE MAN THAT I USED TO BE | IT'S ALL OVER NOW | "IT WAS 20 YEARS AGO TODAY" | BUCKET LIST | I'M A LOSER | BOOTS | LITTLE BASTARDS (TRICK OR TREATING) |

The Arkles Lane Daydreamer!

I notice something while I wait at a red light.
It happens most days when I look to my right.
I just happened to idly look around as you do.
The sort of thing you do in long traffic queue.

I see a man standing by a large window bay.
I see the same man standing there every day.
He's about 3 floors up in house standing tall.
An Arkles Lane house with a red bricked wall.

The man looks imm...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

For All Our Bus Drivers! | Arkles Road/Stanley Park | Suerte | The Lifeblood | No Shop Tills Ring | The Sun and Stars | To Be A Fish | Longing For Normality To Return | Friday The 13th 2020 | The Carry | Never Born To Fight | The King of The Fair | Sun and Ice | Pictures Of You |

The Grimstone Vampire

 

 

 

The Grimstone Vampire

 

Granny’s Slugshaw was sat watchin’ t’telly

When something rattled her windowpane

She thought.. What the chuff is all that noise

It wasn’t forecasted to rain

 

So she got up and pulled her curtains back

And saw Vlad… just hanging there

Upside-down.. by his feet… like a bat

With his cloak, and his raven-black hair

 

“You soft...

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Also by kJ Walker:

The Man Who Could See Behind Himsen | The People I Never Have Met |

What Does It Take?

What does it take to be able to regard yourself as a good person, hmm?
What does it take? 
Is it that you always give to charity? 
Or have the clarity to never make a mistake? 
What does it take? 
Maybe you tithe, give money to God and think it odd that others don’t,
Or won’t, is that their mistake?
To want to have and eat every single slice of the cake?
And if all of their professed notio...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Because | Roy | Moments | Counting Sand | The Cracked Glass | Conscience, My Conscience | Sewing Needles | Cricket Bats & Persian Cats | Defiance |

Writer

stop sitting in that Paris street

you know I hate it when you crash

through all the flags that people wear

and all the chords are played by shoes

in the music of the crowds

 

with melodies of rushing by

while you sip coffee graciously

the whole wide world will brush your arm

and stirring won’t control the flow

your thoughts are slowly leaking

 

eventually the da...

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Also by Clive Culverhouse:

Myre’s Mire |

The hook

Because I am what I am.

And I do what I do.

I leave hooks in the water,  for people like you.

My bait is different,  a curiosity you see.

I fish the bottom waters also.

That is where I knew you would be.

I put it out there,  this is true.

Everything about me you already knew.

While I play with your women.

And have them freely,  as my toy.

You bit the hook also.

Bri...

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Also by J.D. Bardo:

The Gift | My life | Meeting St. Peter | The Thanksgiving Poem | What I do not see, cannot hurt me. | Within the confines of my Cranium. | My Best Friend | Caution ! Door swings both ways. | My Prayer for Peace, (and its answer) | Giving "Thanks" | Thinking | Memories | Patience | My education | A letter to Leah (untitled) | a BAD start to the year 2020 | The LAZY student | THE FIFTH BARDO | What scares ME |

Redemption song

 

I can hardly speak but I try:
my brain falls silent, still
it is the dying of the day
when a ferment of tenses
leads me up many cold-cut cul de sacs..

I linger on a moonlight-figure
palely mirroring the sparkling frost,
she’s gone but never lost.

Suspicious of the silences within
outside is wild, the colour of blood
soaks into the sky.
A barge meanders down the river
on a ...

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Also by John E Marks:

Johnny Keats and the Footloose Cavaliers | Hypocrisy | The stolen child | French kissing | My Sweetheart the Drunk | A Rainy September | Feed your head | Squaddie | For Jack Merritt and Saskia Jones | Roman de la rose | The time of our lives | Milk and Honey | For Kassia: a bold and beautiful Byzantine poet | GHOST WRITING | Shadowland | No place to be | An inception into art | A withering | Along the Unhallowed way | For the stoic and the silent | When the poet ceases singing | ALL SOULS’ DAY |

PoHo

When I read your poems,

I fall in love with you. 

But then I read his poems, 

and fall in love with him too.

I admit it,

I can’t quit it.

I’m a PoHo, 

like Phoebe Snow! 

 

https://youtu.be/lihbaHfnDhk

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Also by Vautaw:

Shadow Dancing | Malignant Love | Get Your Affairs In Order | Full Moon Rising |

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WEEKLY WALKABOUTSVERSE, E.G., 199 OF 230: BEDE'S WORLD

Poem 199 of 230:  BEDE’S WORLD - WINTER 2002/3

During Advent, I returned to Bede’s World,
    Where I, already read, was further schooled,
Via walks through the museum, the farm,
    The ruins, and the church with its old arm,
Plus the herb garden - raised beds, kept with care:
    Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme all there.
With gifts, I left, after some four hours,
    To round off, at ...

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The Figure

 

I thought the fog was thinning
walking along a country lane.
I thought a figure, just like me,
walked ahead along the country lane.
I thought the figure seemed suspended
puppet-like, on a cord
feet just happening to brush the ground.
I can tell you now that later
I would practise the same technique
when I needed to raise my game.
Discerning no features to the figure
I provided my o...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Poetry For Health | Poor Lives Matter |

The homeless man

Evicted from his house

    In a dark and cold night

    He walked down the deserted alley

    A bright light slowly showed the way

    The path of hope that was crossed by shadows

    Is this really the right path?

    The wind whispered

    The dead leaves were creaking

    An owl hooted

    What was the hidden message?

    His stomach was growling

    His body wa...

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Also by oussama elmanar:

The cold war |

#sad #pain #death #society #politics

A MAN OF LETTERS

At the end of his life

in ignorance

he became a man of letters

 

On the bed

above his head

the letters DNR

(he's better off dead)

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Also by Brian Maryon:

Strictly Speaking | Gone | Hughie and Ruth | On Trial, In Denial | Tea Making | The Panic Buyer | Hiding Behind the Sofa |

Blind Date

I’m late, I’m late

For a very important date

I don’t mind you see

If it’s a blind date or three

‘Cos I prefer not to know

What she looks like and so

I just turn up, give her a sultry look

and then hope for the best

(you can imagine the rest)

 

Now in my mind’s eye

She’s a looker, that’s why

I always prefer, to buy 

flowers for her 

But I’ve had too many sh...

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Also by Rick Varden:

Alexa and Siri (a digital love story) | Mystery Girl | Remember and Respect |

Bukowski, Bluebirds and my Blue World

On blue moons,
between barstools
and broken beds -
I have moments
where my
beer-battered brain
opens the cage,
brave enough
to let my own bluebird
fly across a blank page.

My caged bird sings
in tweets of pain,
dragging
my life-sentenced
ball and chain
across
the telephone lined terrain
of purgatories page.

Painting the space
in hues of blue,
birthed by ballpointed dissection
...

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Also by Rob Cohen:

Salvātiō | life is beautiful | ¿ claustrophobia ? | - dementia - | the passion of creation (art by Leonid Pasternak) | ̶2̶7̶-̶C̶L̶U̶B̶ | Remember Who You Are | i contain multitudes | Darker Than Silence (For Leonard Cohen) | dead inside // alive online | Lives + Afterlife (RIP Derek Mahon) | The Poet's Solution | The Poet's Curse | Downstairs People | Restore the factory settings of my heart | MMXX Death's Dance of Deliverance |

Attention!

Tall trees stand to attention

Still and silent in the chilly air

A dusky scene in late Autumn 

Of a road that leads nowhere

 

On parade like proud soldiers

Bare branches reach up high

The evening moon shines bright

In a blue grey November sky

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Also by julie callaghan:

Boring (Ode To Lockdown) | Christmas Shopping | December Poinsettia | Why Has Christmas Come So Early | Vaccine | Lockdown Birthday | Late Autumn Scene | I Miss You | Where, What, Who, When | After Show Party | Social Media | Go On Now Go | World Kindness Day | Lockdown Strictly Not Dancing | Don't Say Goodbye On Christmas Day | He Came In Uninvited | Remembrance Day 2020 | A Poem A Day.....Before And After | The Brink Of A PandeMINK | Penny For The Guy | Hygge |

You are infinite light

Do you know that the biggest star that belongs to the night dares every day to keep you warm?

And we love the sun’s warm, but what would the sky look like without the moon’s bright?

Don’t you know that you must need to go dark before you can truly shine?

Otherwise, how would we be able to see the best stars if it wouldn’t be for the nightfall?

Don’t you realize?

You are the biggest ...

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Also by Raquel Lacayo:

They say |

Saved

So when are we all going to grasp the divide and conquer mantra?

When will we all unite and let love show us the answer?

 

A brother in Uganda, he’s resents the common white man 

He knows this world has not been kind to the people of his land 

Still he falls for the divide and conquer trap 

Believing women are inferior and men have something that they lack 

 

A Jewish siste...

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You're So Sentimental

he says as it relates 
to a date 
of another first 
we’ve had. 

It reminds me of things 
I shouldn’t hold onto. 

It shouldn’t matter 
when I first noticed 
the way light hits his beard, 
or how his colors blend 
as in a Monet, 
only that I see them. 

It shouldn’t matter 
when those butterflies first flew 
from our insides; 
only that they fly every time. 

It shouldn’t matter 
the ...

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Also by kimberly:

Who Has Your Tongue | It Can Be Wonderful and Terrible, But It Always Tickles the Right Spot | Speak for the Trees | Coastal Wanderers |

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Magellans Straight....

Magellan Straight Chile.

 

I was sailing on the water

Looking down I could see my face

I imagined me down in a cool dark place.

My boots chafed my blistered feet.

It was just like yesterday 

A fathomless bottomless canned repeat.

Staring in that cool dark place.

 

I stumbled to my cabin 

It was just a mess.

I decided I had to clear the deck!

My feet still hur...

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Also by I'm not a poet:

unnamed | Gare Du Nord 1978 | Lost Love I miss You My Glasgow Girl | A million miles away | My Crazy Diamond | Blues For David. | Dream dancing | Lest we forget. | Remember. | Devil Take You |

The Soul of the Moon

I stole the soul of the moon,

Kept it unclothed to illume

Dark, deserted manor rooms 

And fireflies that forever loom 

Above fifty forsaken tombs.

 

I secured that piece for me,

Kept it between creases deep 

And verses of revered poetries 

Written on the tattered leaves 

Of my hands rickety.

 

But then came a shooting star,

Its hands stocked with bits of its ...

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The Unsettled Man

 

 

I came upon a man, unsettled

Wandering a barren land

He'd lost his hope and joy somewhere

So, I took his trembling hand

 

I told him I had lost my heart

And my soul had flown away

But, together, perhaps, we could find

A better place to stray

 

We came across a weeping girl

With skin of obsidian black

Her flesh was torn & gaping red

Where the whip ha...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

Starlight | To Bloom | A Place Where Mushrooms Grow | A Winter Escape | The Old Garden Gate | Nirvana |

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I Ache In The Places That I Used To Play

Feudal power ravages the petals of the rose with chlorophyll schemes of machiavellian ferocity.

 

Sometimes witing comes from inspiration and/or inspiration comes from writing. A before and after one can be certain of. 

 

Pornography does nothing for me but disappoint so I'm glad I have a good imagination. 

 

When just to type is the most enjoyable thing one can imagine doing. 

...

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Also by Daniel Reuben King:

Lover Give Me More | Holy Blasphemy Mother Of God | Groaning and Moaning From Impossible Mouths | Remember the Silence | The Little Girl As Wise Crone | Cognition Eggs Explode with Genius | Evil Messiah | Satan's Blues | The Joy Of Breaking Things And The Unhappiness Of Pleasure |

Aphorismsfragments

Wonder Boy

 

In grainy films of black and white

The weather’s always dull and cold.

The people, overcoated, hunched,

Appear, before their time, too old.

 

A mother, barely thirty-one,

Seems far advanced in middle age,

While flat-cap dad who spits and coughs

Has lost all sparkle and all rage.

 

It must have been a heady mix,

The wartime rations, fags and booze.

Pea-soupe...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

In the darkness | Foundations | Death of a Tourist | Primrose Hill | I want | Roses | Fingers crossed | I know | The shape of the trees | Our distant friend (Remembering Nobby Stiles) |

Black Friday

Could I be too cynical

In being so critical

Of a world political

And thus paralytical

It is unforgivable

Far too many imbeciles

Whose acts are despicable

Yet sadly predictable

Are held unaccountable

Such crimes insurmountable

And never rescindable

Have we reached the pinnacle

The answer equivocal

Is apocalyptical

 

LCB

2020

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

Artificial Intelligence | Of Stardust |

Wonder Woman

I know this woman and I have seen the rest

I can go overboard and say she’s the best

She can take all the pain and then the stress

Will not show on her face, any sign of duress

There is a smile always that lays all at rest

Even when there is daunting task at behest

To me that’s the hallmark of a great human

Who lives for her loved ones, a life selfless

Let God bestow her wi...

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Also by DINESH BHASKAR SHETTY:

Gods Portrait ( Dedicated to Mount Fuji ... Japan ) | Distant Thoughts |

The Old Straight Track

The greenest valley spread far and wide

Slowly settlement starts on either side

Bronze age people, eventually two villages grew

Looking from a distance at one another, what next to do?

Great plans are conceived, as elders confer to discuss

To be better able to trade, a track we’ll make between us

The Dodman by description, early surveyor of the land

Making sure the track was s...

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Also by deanfraserofficial@yahoo.com:

Wisdom Of The Tree | To Be Alone - Grizedale | Stoneproof in Avebury | Castlerigg Stone Circle | Druid’s Temple - Inspired by the Birkrigg Stone Circle near Ulverston | The River & The Sea | Be Beautiful... | Art on 5th Avenue - The Guggenheim | Farming Through Time | Oneness | Where It All Began | Every Day A Celebration (even the 5th of November!) | The Jacket | City Life - Follow Your Bliss | Now Truly Living | A Gift For You |

#inspiration #spiritualgrowth #nature #meditation

A Small and Simple Song

A Small and Simple Song

 

I'm of the easy, the gentler kind,

No counter of time as old Earth turns,

No twister of fate for the willfully blind;

My path's clear where the fair light burns.

 

I sing a small and simple song,

Lifted high by humble meter;

Largo textures, placid and strong:

A steady beat's all the sweeter.

 

The rhythm of my waking days

Is the song...

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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Dream | A Quiet Place | Vanishing Point | My Brother's Eyes | Paradise Road | A Tower | The Listener | First Light |

Tap in

Your eyes are on backwards, you're speaking in tongues
Expelling rancid breath from corrupted, rotting lungs
Breaking all the rungs on your plummet down the mineshaft
Rehearse, react, try to quote fact to the faceless
Spaceless outside brain, watching rain stain window
Bend low and embrace me, or mace me, debase me
Give it time and time will erase me, and thee

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Also by Patrick Kennon:

Gliding scales | Shrinking tax | Playing with chalk | Brushy creek pools |

JELLYFISH

They arrive on warm waves, 
rising and falling with the swell, 
jostling among themselves 
accommodatingly, as if happy 
to be undulating thus on a whim, 
whichever current takes their fancy. 
They move by convulsions, 
as if suddenly repulsed by where they’ve been. 
Today the sea is full of them, 
thousands of floating umbels, 
medusas that bring the gulls swooping down. 
So many, as i...

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Also by Tony Hill:

KITE | BULBS | COMPENDIUM | WEST | WOOD* |

La Vida Loca (for D.A.M;)

Small agile grinning implike being

a whirlwind with magic feet

streetkid's eye for an opening

sphere stolen with incredible dexterity.

It must have seemed  to him

redress for youthful hardship

from penury to affluence.

Excesses of every kind

his many women forgiving

except the white lady,

who held him in thrall.

Generous on the pitch and in life,

greatly missed,...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Maximun and minimum |

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