Mother Eagle soars, our glistening bodies once dared to lie.

Our spring love, her wing takes flight—hands find sweetness within our thighs.

Mother Eagle, ever watchful, for the day love flies—goodbye.

 

Your laugh was a fawn, soft-footed and shy,

Caressing my breasts, our fingers explore sweet-shivering highs.

Mother Eagle soars, our glistening bodies once dared to lie.

 

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“a creature with eyes, dead and turned to stone,” Tho Hardy, ‘A Pair of Blue Eyes'

 

Beneath this beach of sand and shells
I see the image of the rolling sea
such new-found-land frames and hides
these wide horizons; I walk along the cliff:
sheer drop upon the windward side,
embedded trilobites, beneath my feet
quartz and muscovite from the granite
weathered by the winds and waves
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Something unseen lingers above, 

casting veils over the paths we tread. 

Each fleeting breath connects us —

to the floating skies beyond, 

to whispers weaving within.

 

Between beginnings and endings, 

the now unfolds, echoing softly. 

Each dawn opens like a wandering tide, 

carrying fragments of yesterdays, 

weaving stories anew, timeless yet transient.

 

...

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Watching every movement...
thinking and predicting
Slowly, I started to get carried away
by my thoughts

Deeper and deeper
I started to lose myself
Questioning why all this had to happen
And why did they take up all the space in my mind

And when it got too deep,
It feels like it kills me
I wonder, what's wrong with me
Until I became very quiet

I feel like I lost my peace
I can on...

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Golden Rays in Monsoon Days
Sheikh Shanto Bin Abdur Razzak

In the evening sky, the cloud-boats float,
Their charming grace strikes a tender note.
My fragile heart, in wonder’s embrace,
Finds joy in the monsoon’s blushing face.

Snowy egrets soar back home at last,
Eyes linger where rainbows have amassed.
Nature wears hues in a splendid spree,
A thousand tunes dance in the breeze—oh see...

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The glaring sun to shine on the horizon
Announcing the oncoming hand of destiny
Still held the great details veiled in secrecy
About the future threat to slickly loom
About in warrior’s there the close vicinity
She had the sweat and nerve of expectation
In standing pose, defense of all her nation
As she had axe in left hand gripping tightly

The shadows slowly grew and were encroaching
A...

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Life is a test which ends in death,

But not the end of our existence and last breath.

Our lives are divided into two parts.

A brief stay here and an eternal bliss as our soul departs.

 

An eternal bliss is far more beneficial in it's worth,

Than our short lived pleasures on this earth.

On our creation we were granted a freedom of choice,

But on our Day of Judgement our fate...

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I notice.

 

Messager’s from nature have carried me through the limits of my frustration tolerance. Last  winter we had bald eagles in the neighborhood, did you see them too? I first saw one while riding with my friend. When an eagle came swooping down the middle of the road narrowly missing the car.  For the next few weeks,  it frequented my back yard majestically gracing our sky.

 

A...

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There's a science behind reason:

something Platonic, although you'd disagree.

You, with your skewd versions of likes. 

 

Who learn your vocabularies from media

and pronounce it like porno.

 

Come on, I know the human psyche.

I got one, I don't need psycho-pathology. 

 

That's what I type to myself today. 

A good coping mechanism, next time we'll do the medicines

...

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( for my good friend Rose Csserley on the birth of her first child 

 

While his Mother internally carried him 

in the latter stages she oft in pain

he has lain nine months upon the wombs sweet pillow

hopefully a full and worthy life to gain

 

the coming together of who he was within her is over to become

no longer a bloody amniotic sac passenger

but a fully formed and be...

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Ghosts rise from the cracks of the grey stone pavements, walk this town in top hats with feathers fitted in, and wear candy stripped blazers.

A mind so full its overspill is packed in plastic bags and portable suitcases, people colour minds, brighten days as they move to different places.

Passing strangers fade  but thoughts and voices like stale smoke linger, until their negativity rises to...

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Many people might not understand
That others need to have a helping hand.
They are not lazy and they are not shirking.
They are in fact sick and so not working.

For many people life is a breeze,
And anything done is done with ease.
Then from one day and to another,
Life's simple for you and for each other.

But on benefits some do rely,
And without them they will not get by.
And many ...

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According to the poet,

It began in ‘sixty-three,

When rhythms of the world were young

So many songs remained unsung,

And life was gentler in degree.

 

There had been rumblings, of course;

The signs were there some years before

That the secret might be out

(Arthur Seaton had put it about),

But few could tell what lay in store.

 

It should have been a watershed,

...

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I used to fly,
touching the softness of clouds,
dancing with the wind, thinking I had grasped everything.

My wings...
once showed the happiest version of me,
when I thought I had conquered the sky,

Mother,
she was one of those who always saw me smile,
with wings attached, like fate, as if I were born to fly.

But today,
the wind that once felt like a friend now feels foreign.

And...

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words seep from me

like blood from a

careless wound,

a life forceI I can little

afford to lose, which at

times becomes a

relentless flow,

I try in vain to stem

such unwanted loss,

and refuse the words,

push them back

starving them of air,

some submit easily

thin unworthy ones

that untended, suffuse

the page, angular

warped, ugly,

so I wait for the

...

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Pull me out

Strike me down 

Hope of a promise 

Never to make fruition 

Held to the fault of my kindness 

Only to reveal your wicked nature 

I allow you to show me

I give you a chance so I can see

Kind words taking advantage of kind people 

Though the tactic is not without recognize

Behind your smile devious eyes

Now we hear without voices 

See without sight

G...

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(I couldn't resist elaborating on the Guinness poster)

 

Hello darkness my old friend

I'll have a pint of you again

Arthur Guinness is my new hero

Now they've introduced Guinness Zero

It's a ringer in looks and taste for the Real McCoy

Like Danny Boy

It's the pride of Dublin.

 

It's the perfect Irish blend

I'm more than happy to commend

For taste and texture the...

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Today lived a Samaritan,

Young in spirit.

Strong in hope.

Simple in delivery.

Wise in tone.

Flamboyant in joy.

Eager in care.

Fanciful in dream.

What an idea,

To be a volunteer!

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I’m indifferent now

To how you stare at me,

Or how aggressively 

You glare at me.

Or how extensively 

You swear at me,

The way you shout, holler, 

And verbally blare at me.

Why do you evaluate others? 

Then compare them to me.

Give voice to 

Your despair of me.

I’ve given you no reason

To consider repairing me

Annoyingly, you recite 

Derogatory prayers ...

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SELF-EVOLVE

____________

 

Bookworm

Class clown

Metalhead

Punk

Goth

Goth w/

Black Bloc

Anarchist tendencies

 

Outfits I'd worn

during my

ongoing search

for The Real Me--

 

Whoever He is--

__________________

W: 8.27.19

 

[ From the book Boneyard: Poems And Songs Of African Struggle And Survival

In The U.$., POOR Press, 2010 / Phoenix...

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We live on a doomed planet mate
Can it be saved it's never too late
Day by day I do my best to get by
Sometimes I just break down and cry
All around the world war it rages
History is being written as I turn the pages

Wishes come true
No longer am l blue
Wishes come true
A future for me and you
Wishes come true
You got to have faith too
Wishes come true 

Sure there is a lot of oppo...

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It's a cure for famine; it's a cure for hunger.

See the hordes with pangs of pain, their empty bowls

gleaming in Sunlight...

 

A snipers dream, the willing victim, hands raised in

expectation. That little pill in metal jacket, the last supper of the

condemned...

 

A million meals with leaden supplement. Yes, walk toward

the mirage of your salvation. Collect for all...

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as we lay stretched across your living room couch at 4am

in your oh so posh pad in putney,

i discovered that the musicals are where you find yourself,

where pierre angleterre comes alive

 

legs knotted into each others 

eyes murmuring to look at screen

blurry from too much of the alcohol 

they could hear you singing all way down street,

and yes, you have a powerfu...

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She dreamed of Bruce Springsteen at night
But woke to a screen with no sound, no light
Time rolled on like a runaway train
She stood at the station, lost in the rain

The records were scratched, the cassettes were gone
A photo without a frame lingered on
Between Madonna and love that lied
She watched her idols get paperfied

Now it’s just longing for things that missed
Youth trapped in ...

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upon a shot that lit the roof alight, June 29, 1613

 

The cannon cracked—too loud for stagecraft's game, 
Its echo swallowed jest and breath alike; 
That spark, unmeant, leapt high to catch the flame, 
Where thatch stood dry as tinder, ripe to strike. 
The players froze mid-line, their throats gone tight, 
Eyes tilted up where straw betrayed its role. 
A murmur passed like weath...

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November Heart

 

My heart feels like November,

Not yet dead but getting colder.

For as long as I can remember

I’ve just been getting older.

 

Blood congeals in icy veins,

Unable to reach a conscious thought.

In the brain confusion reigns,

Nothing’s found if nothing’s sought.

 

Passion left a while ago,

Heart and head decided,

Where blood and thought no lon...

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Most famous tram in Lisbon — Photo from the Pexels image bank.

There's so much confusion in our choices that, deep inside, not even I can say what decisions I'll make tomorrow. Today I might think one way—especially about life—and tomorrow wake up wanting to do everything differently. The day after that, I might already be living a different situation. The truth is that we really are comple...

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She took off her shoes

and walked along the path,

over hill and dale,

mountains and valleys,

deserts and beaches--

feeling the ground beneath her feet,

impervious to heat or cold, 

soft or hard terrain--

it mattered not,

her feet traversed the country and the city,

sleepy town or wild metropolis--

it was all the same to her.

She held in her hands 

a precious ...

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Poem 222 of 230:  FROM THE MINORITY

 

More-and-more at tennis tournaments,

    Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:

A whistle during a service-toss,

    Or, in rallies, calls of “out” out loud.

 

All these events have security,

    So, if goons try such to dupe a win,

Perhaps umpires should ask a guard

    To watch the area of the sin.

 

(C) David Frank...

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I love you too
chronic,  6 am nosebleed . 

.

I can feel it 
I can feel it circling 
and breaking off 
layers scivved away 
by the cloying event horizon
by a tired pain in my chest

the weight 
of waiting

while the slumber of the river
calls.

could i be ophelia to you? 
left sun-bloated by the bedsheets?
death drawn through 
a pneumatic syringe and layers
of sickened foam
...

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A figure slumped beside the road, a heap of ash and thread. No face, no shape, just heavy cloth, and eyes that looked half-dead. “Who are you?” asked the wrinkled one, with voice both calm and kind. “I’m Sadness,” said the shape, half-formed, “the one all try to bind.” “They turn from me,” the figure said, “as if I bring disease. They smile too wide, deny the weight, pretending th...

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It’s not a goal, I suppose,

more like a corner or a throw-in,

but I wish I could be

in somebody else’s poem.

It would be fame, of a sort,

though not the kind that should be sought;

it ought to happen by chance

and be in another’s hand…

 

...unless it could be planned!

 

Can it be so hard

to locate a versifier?

An unsuspecting bard,

the type who won’t enqui...

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In quiet moments, truth will speak,
A voice within, both strong and meek,
It hums beneath the world’s disguise,
A spark behind your searching eyes!

The winds may howl with harsh demand,
And shape you with a stranger’s hand,
But your beautiful soul, a lantern bright,
Refuses to be robbed of light!

They will draw a map, then point the way,
Insist you walk it, come what may,
Yet every s...

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Some years ago, I realised

I am the driver of my life

And so I chose light

 

It was a difficult decision

More difficult than it sounds

It’s hard to know what it is to see

When there’s no darkness around

It’s easy to equate pain with feeling

To attach pain to being 

And so I never ran from the dark

I marched towards it

Let it smoke my heart

Instead, it was alw...

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You've gotten by without it.
Tucked away.
But now,
It's a rainy day.

 

 

 

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There was a time

I thought was better

I came of age

total trend setter

 

I made the world change fast

 

now I’m bolder

with life perspective 

vantage point

of done the mileage

 

I’ve still got something to add

 

I don’t need

to be vogue again

I don’t need

to be chic again

I don’t need

to be cool again

 

be the last word

 

culture...

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I am frozen.

Rooted in place, locked

in your mesmeric gaze.

 

And you, barely moving,

move me, still me,

hold me in this moment

 

where nothing else matters

but the boundless depths

of your eyes.

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What is your story luggage, are you going away?

Are you leaving Liverpool, a final ‘goodbye’ to say?

Or have you come to Liverpool, over ocean and sea?

Because part of this amazing City, you want to be!

 

Behind every piece of luggage, there belongs a tale.

A journey to success or a journey doomed to fail.

Luggage of all sizes, luggage of all shapes and styles.

Some luggage...

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The Snap Tin invited Stockport W.O.L to do an open mic event at the Poynton Arts Festival on Tuesday the 24th June.

Andy Millican W.O.L poet will be hosting the closing party at The Cask Tavern on Sunday the 29th June starting at 7pm all are wellcome.

Light humour danced throughout the night

Wicked wand had us in it's magical spell

Dad I've turned into you

Storytelling mixes in with...

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Spaniel on a ten foot lead

Micro-chipped and anti-flea'd

 

Ball launch and giving chase

Nice to see a friendly face

 

Meeting friends and keeping fit

Carrying a bag of shit

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You left this world with no name, I will never get to see you grow, I will never be able to feel your touch, to hold you against my chest, so many names you had, but you are nameless.. There will never be a day that goes beyond that I wouldn't think about you.

A day when I would wonder what you might have looked like. I don't get to see you or say good bye. When you left my body I felt like a p...

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In the waves, she swayed in time
with their insistence.
It was easy to understand.

But we had no idea then
about the persistence of time.

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Let’s start from the very beginning!
- Ok, I know, it’s a very good place to start.
- If you want to know how to read, 
you have to learn the English alphabet.

As long as we are not in a race,
you can face 26 letters in one phrase.
“The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog”.
Now we’ll have some dialogue.

You’ll see how new words appear,
I hope everything will be clear.
For ex...

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Wait what?

 

 

 

 

a quiet life? A peaceful life? A renewal of life?

a charmingly infinite chance?

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Veil Goes Black

            1% decides, rules change, number or nothing, only one, so neither one can see nothing now

                     no I cannot see words, cannot read red, only images, 

 

 

do not send to me

           ...

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Bonnie Madleen

I first had the idea for this song / poem on hearing the news about the good ship Madleen, setting out for Gaza.

Thunberg and her crewmates were not “deported” from Israel, as reported in the biased media, they were released after the Madleen and her crew were illegally abducted to Israel, and her cargo stolen.

The so-called “personalities” - several failed “comedians” amon...

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Fallen pieces of wood collected 
And arranged neatly in a pit;
Some stood perfectly well 
While some were made to fit.

The fire waited impatiently 
For the woods to be soaked in oil
While bitter doings surfaced up
Causing the heart to recoil.

The cold wind stayed put 
To let the rest of the heart 
Be marinated by the bitterness 
That had univitedly given a start.

The bonfire stoo...

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Massive fire in old building in-between Oxford Road and Deansgate Train Station / Was it Arson?

Built in 1801 but abandoned since the mid-1990s / Structure built almost completely of wood / Was it Arson?

In 2018, a joint venture between Blue Dog Property and MCR Property Group secured permission to redevelop the site into a 28-storey apartment building, but it didn’t happen / Was it Arson?

...

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So much living happens in the spaces we don't fill.

We rush through days filled with constant noise

of words, plans and demands

We crave explanations and definitions

the clear articulation of everything

But so much of what matters

unfurls in the quiet.

 

Think of moments just before a storm

the air thick with hushed anticipation

Or the calm after a profound experience

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Wandering slowly down
from Mount Otowa
We’d gotten lost
behind Kiyomizu-dera
in quiet contemplation
of the winding lanes
like night and day
from heaving temple crowds

Rejoining civilisation
the souvenir shops
and chocolate-dipped strawberries
We make our way down
to the Kamo River
with crustless sandwiches
cans of iced coffee
and legs in need of rest

Sitting on the ancient path
...

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