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Poem 6 of 230: THE PICKER

While picking onions at Echuca,
Betimes I came across a
Man who was, he said, by trade a picker.

A compact and stocky physique had he;
Kind he was to first-time me -
Advising, “You should pick ‘em on your knee.”

Then he told me of his long-kept plan
Of travel, by caravan,
To pick ripened crops, over a wide span.

But workers’ rates, I knew, were non too fair -

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It is a grey morning

I am awake early

The backdoor is open

And cool air enters the kitchen

My father is on his knees

Scrubbing a wire brush

On the fire grate

Newspapers on the floor

He takes a rag

And pours black lead

Onto the stiffened fibres

Then he smears it

Onto the scrubbed surfaces

He balls up the newspaper

And throws it on the hearth


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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Away The Lad | Kneel | Death (XIII) | Tunguska Dawn | Label On The Bottle | Elegy For Days Lost | Fog | Those Low Down Bottle Blues | Narcissus In The Age Of Plastic | This Machine Kills Fascists | fly | Zoomnation | Ye Tale Of Brave Sir Moppalot | Cuttings | Heart Of Stone | For Whom The Hammer Tolls | Unclean | Wastelands | Casting Runes | A Second Changes Everything | Tank Man | Magyk | A Life | Some Words | Third Beach | Freedom At Last | Black Metal Band Looking For A Name | Experts | Mother's Ruin |

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taste of
left over 
merry go
on the
full moon

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Also by cindylee loucks:


POEMS by cindy lee loucks

Waiting for Geraniums

I’m working lonesome shifts. 

I count time. One hour inside,

then three hours within the heat.


I’m watching from a hastily home 

assembled table. I’ve French coffee, 

English anxiety, cadged cigarettes.


There are other people who have 

other passions. I’m aware nosy 

neighbours talk in their kitchens of me. 


But I need this. I know beyond my rosy


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Also by Ralph Dartford:

Older | Antes de la Bahía de los Cerdos | Wisconsin | Breathing Lessons | Dawn Call Late |



It isn’t what they do at work

that remains in the upper space

of their anatomy, their meeting

with grizzly challenges head-on

day in, day out, without a break

from the mental consequences

which wrap themselves back and


forth, remorselessly beneath the

outer covering of skin. It goes far

deeper than that – they - dressed

in their blue surgical garb with


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Also by Philipos:


The Overthinker in Me

They say I'm a bit too much,
too much of everything.
Sometimes too caring and sometimes too irritating.
So here I am, under the constant worry,
'What if this is too much?'
So busy going around in my own head,
That I forget relations have to be maintained with the heart.

I'm afraid I don't know what I desire or deserve.
Is it wrong to anticipate a love of the same intensity,
or is it jus...

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Kingfisher betrayed

I went outside

and entered that

timeless natural world

full of surprises


from afar I caught

a glimpse of

I no not



there it was

motionless on

a branch overhanging

the river


I crept closer

without making a sound

until I reached the tree

still it didn't stir


then suddenly

startled by approaching noisy ramblers

A tarquoise ...

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Also by Abdul Ahmad:

The night the Milky Way disappeared | Just another lie | Busy rearing the young | Silence reigned in the end | Will we meet again? | Face to face with gentle giants | Uplifting walk | Life and death companions | What would you rather be? | Lockdown gift | No more | For love | Sonnet_ Love and Lust |

Uncertainties of life

To God I prayed, in him I trust

I walk along a road, not knowing where it goes

No destination in mind, no plans on the go

I'm a destiny's child, on earth I roam

No home of my own, no friend to hold on

I'm just moving on, trusting God to lead me on

Enemies standing strong, doors almost closed

I'm walking by faith on roads less traveled

In covid times life isn't easy, I'm loo...

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Also by Moon.girl:

Moongirl.mooning | Alpha, beta, gamma. | Roller coaster life | Hands of time | Lullaby!! (Kid zone poetry) | Woodpecker's serenade | Thank you! | Moongirl.renewed energies | Moongirl.unclouded | Crazy thoughts vibrating | Moongirl.moon.light | Just feelings!! | Moongirl.waiting | Inside the little head | Divinely love | Dream visitor | Moongirl.commitments | As you like | Forgiveness | Death came knocking | Pandora box | Hold me | Darkest tree | Moongirl.cheerful | Love showers | Moongirl.power | Live your life | It's all in your head | You're safe even in pandemic | (untitled) | GPS activated | Whispering love | Jumblebox ideas | How can people be so fake | What can love do | Moon.girl.awaiting | Moon.girl- love n love | What next? | Farewell bells ringing | Once again | Middle of the night poetry | Hey happiness!! | Moon and girl | Moongirl.fadingaway | I'm still here | Thank you | Will survive IA | I'll wait! | Gratitude | Perfect date | Rejuvenating | There's a song playing in my mind☆☆☆ | The door!! Knock knock | Together forever!! IA | What it means to me? | Right or easy | Poets mind | Breathe!! | Smiling soul!! | Two and two is five | Help me! | Lockdownprayer | Moongirl.dreamweaver | Assessments | The swing | Moongirl.disappointed | Lockdown diaries | Love you moon | I wish to write | Lost dreams | Moongirl.onaseriousnote |

Holy Orders

In churches Gothic or

Norman the pious had them blessed by

Light from stained-glass as the perfume of

Incense attended their angular

Descent, while brave Lancelot's were

Housed in chain-mail and in

Modern times Marilyn took two to her

Grave, as, just the other day, did

George Floyd, his neck the latest

Pew for genuflection by a serving

Police officer who though no dou...

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Also by simon lucan:

Glory | Nerves | The Visionary | Three Friars | Auntie's Clock | Key Worker | Badged | Venice Treacle | The Servant | Low Sugar | Grey Areas | Legal Tender | Mrs Todd | By The North Star | A Bruise On The Cheek | The Asylum Seeker | The Teacher | Safe | Escape | The Specialist | Underground | The Visitor | Hoard | Snake Hair | Snuff | Fear | Valves | Concrete and Bunting | Slapped | Peace Talks With The Virus | Bird Strike | Taking Stock | Ventilator Dreams | Pram Girl | Digging | Social Work | Memorials | Tutors | Two Sacred Stones | Longships | Mr Crotty | Tyred | Evening Class | Tattoo 1942 | Residues | Fourteen Cats |

churchesgeorge floydholy orderskneelingpewpoliceprayer

tea with a friend

come visit soon

we will drink green tea

from translucent china

no need to talk much


we’ll show photos

of our children’s children

you’ll take mine across

to your wedding day

demob suit husband

for his approval


I’ll smile at yours


‘two cubes or one?’

‘one, I’m sweet enough’

‘yes, you are’


‘let’s sit in the garden

get the last of the su...

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Also by Rick:

torch song | Chet drops by the jazz cafe Alto | I only have eyes for you | for Juliette | thoughts of Joanna | coming of age in Oxford | hip hooray for lockdown | a path well trod (sequel to Venus in a red dress) | a life frozen by a moment of time | on considering a photo of an old friend | (a) broken home | and in bright morning | Chuck |

For John Coltrane

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As over and over the same chords churn

your notes pour forth in spate –

sheets of sound erupting till harmony


is wrenched awry; and when you sweated

smack to cleanse your system,

you were hell-bent on an afterlife,


a body refreshed, believing.

You could call it Love, but sombre,

that force that drives you on.


Hearing you now, I feel reproved

for all the...

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Also by David Cooke:

Miles Davis | Miles Davis in Paris | An Elegy for Charlie Parker | Chasin' the Breeze | FOR HOWLIN’ WOLF IN HEAVEN | The Way We Were | Getting It Taped | A New Shirt | When Smokey Sings | John Martyn | For Robert Johnson | Aretha Franklin | Stereogram |

To find my soul

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Into the forest I go to loose my mind and find my soul 

Because it's for the best to put this wandering to a rest

So for this spirit I'm not sure is my own let us travel into the unknown

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Also by Zoëlla:

Dear best friends | Guardian angel | Tick...tock |

I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings)

Let's all have a sing-a-long

You all know the tune

If not hit the video link and open your windows wide

and sing your hearts out at the top of your lungs





I never lied in the rose garden


I beg your pardon!

I never lied to you in the rose garden

Sat in the sunshine

I rambled on for quite a long time



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Also by poemagraphic:

A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square | Our world is crying | Clouded Judgement | Let me out! | The Mad Hatter's Tea Party | ‘Without so much as a by your leave’ | The End | A mesage of hope and inspiration. (not a poem) | Oh! Death where is your sting? | Signum crucis | (untitled) | Unmarked grave. | Hades | May the forth be with you. by Poda | A poem for Jon | Tracks of my tears |

Dominic CummingsOne law to rule us all!Po's parody poetry ii

Broken at the same time

Stop blaming yourself 

It's her fault the feelings felt 


She doesn't know how to love you it seems 

I can't help but want to be in your dreams 


I hate her cause she hurt you so 

Now you just can't let this go 


I fucked it up its true 

Now I just don't know what else to do 


I need to find that special place inside 

The one that wishes you had died



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Also by Darkest sunflower:

Hidden secrets | Mask of season lies | King size pain | Deal | Us | Whole lot of shame | Mirror heart | All alone | In between | Cuts | Dream or nightmare | Broken road | God what's normal? |


He looks he stares
He's kind and loving
His heart is pure
Strong and mighty
Can he love forever or
Will he lose his passion for loving
He wanted to reach for the stars, but his mind and soul wouldn't let him flow.
He was changing before his own eyes
Falling apart at once
Couldn't find who he once was or even who he is now
This man is lost
Trying to pick up pieces that has always been br...

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Also by SuccessfullyAmazing:

My mind | My Black is beauty |


Just three weeks ago I had you in my arms
I still ask for commission to take off your clothes
You said yes and my mind was peaceful
We were both naked in my bed
You wanted sex but I didn't
Now I'm lonely 

Wasting away inside my mind
How could you kiss me 
And think that it wouldn't Fuck with me
You Firefly as why I want to die

I don't have peaceful days I just have nightmares
Do you...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Whatever Happens, Happens | happiness | Sweetie | Melancholy Relapse | Lunar Eclipse | Space Cowboy (Listen!) | The Lonely Goddesses Lover | If you feel alone, look at the moon. | The Honeymoon Phase Is Just A Sentence To Death | Vengeance is The Best Motivator | Love Won't Save You | Routines | Doomed | Under and Out | The Quarantine Doesn’t Make It Better | Mother Day | Autumn Winds Twisting Secrets | You're Gonna Carry That Weight | Firefly Would I? | 831 (8 letters, 3 words, 1 meaning) | Fifteen | Blue Cafe | The Longing For Answers | The Death | No He's Dead |


The evolving and metamorphosing of life

The birthing of ideas and innovations

The inspirations and visons that enlighten the simple

The voices that wakeup nations


Many run from this, hoping to stay in their old ways

Thinking if they run fast enough, change won’t come to stay

In vain they hold on to that which is obsolete

Hoping, yes wishing, they would just remain the sam...

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Also by Mocosy:

Sunsets | The art of communication | The Observer | Pieces | Beauty of maturity | Today | Sacred memories | Clutter | Saying i love you |


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I can hardly speak but I will try.
My brain falls silent, still;
It is the dying of the light
When a ferment of tenses
Lead up many cul de sacs.
Lingering, a moonlight-figure,
Mirrors, the sparkling frost,
She’s gone but never lost.
Suspicious of the silence offered
Outside, all is wild, sky, the colour of blood,
Soaks up all I left, once, years ago,
On a barge meandering down the river

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Also by John E Marks:

Waiting time | Destitute | What remains | Premonition | Dogs who love the rain | Avoiding the Apocalypse | ANGHARAD’S DREAM | A Sweet May-day | Pebbles from my skull | Vignette | METEMPSYCHOSIS | DUBLIN, 1988 | Only love can break your heart | Anti-viral | TO THE CRAGS, WHERE EAGLES SOAR | Troubadour | WORKING GIRL | Run for your life | The decline of the west | The swan's last waltz | A quiet disbelief in nothing | Infant mortality | DOGS | The Pharmacology of Shadow | Charlie (2007 - 2020) | In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 | VICTIM | C. P. Cavafy: The last Byzantine Nobleman | NEVER FORGIVE - NEVER FORGET | AH! BRIGHT ANGEL | THE EGOTISTICAL SUBLIME | Northern Fells |

A Bitter Bite


Draw your steel and wield it,
Let me see if I can feel it,
Let me taste it’s bitter bite against my flesh,
A chance to sample something fresh,
Rest your mirrored blade against my pulsing throat,
You’d best move quickly though, I wouldn’t stop to gloat,
Place your razors edge against my beating heart and swear,
That can see within my eyes as you hold it there,
A single sign of fear ref...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Old Dogs, Old Tricks | Singularity | Give Me Space | One Last Dance | One Last Dance | It Bleeds | Buds | In Summary | Once More | Metamorph | Still Hope | Blind | Punch Drunk | Rich |

Same Behaviour

Repitition was key

But never the key to success

The key to her chest

Was hidden in the black depth of her soul


Repitition was inevitable

Outsiders were impatient

And also knowledgable 

About what was likely to happen next


Repitition was boring

A different mask for her to wear

To hide the recurring sadness

That she endured from his actions again



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Hot and Sad

Hot and Sad


flavors combined

in one mind 

hot and sad

that’s fine


don’t take my tea 

with sugar 

don’t eat more 

than two donuts 


"that’s enough" 

the stomach growls 


sensitivities of life 

cut like a knife 

that’s what I like 

the rest is too dull  


going through our heads 

the time to respect

all that development 


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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Multitasking | Parfum | (I’ll want this back if we split) | Small Reveals | The Memory Drill | New Album |


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When I set out my bedding plants

I garden in my underpants;

Cos now we’re all in isolation

I’m free from risk of visitation;

The only time my theory fails

Is when the postie fetches mail

Or Tesco’s Gill brings us our food;

She asked me “Why not garden nude?”

I told her she’s a silly twit -

There’s always chance I’d kneel on it.

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Also by John Coopey:


A 20:20 Vision

A 20:20 Vision


On the one hand, it’s thumbs up for this lock down,

For hand on heart, I prefer a gentler town.

We’ve lost our human contacts, now back in touch,

A world for reaching out, with more time and much 

Space for taking and for making stock.

We knead our dough, and minds unlock,

And saws are sharpened in this time of rest,

When breath and nature seem to teach ...

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Corona virushopeLockdownnormal

Smoke and Mirrors (A Letter to Section Twenty Eight)

If only you saw they loved the smoke.

Know it were the shapes frolicking space

forming air they cheerfully choke on,

take a glass. Scoop it up drink it for them

swallow the haze, spittle on the mirror

mist this muse with thick saliva

so together they can press lips.

in the dusk where ignorance is shade,

the same as she and he did.


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Also by Hannnah:

A Side of Me | God or a Vision? | This Stranger in the Room | Her Heart, My Heart | Photographs | Morscode (And Blue Tunes) |


A revolver's grim prophecy

"It is over at last",
"What is? What is over? What is finally done?"
"The war" one broken .45 revolver answers
" The war is done",
"Forgive me for asking", I timidly muttered, "but who won?"
"Dunno" he says," it's still a bit hazy but it was a good day for the vultures"

"War always seems to be a grand buffet for the vultures", I replied
"But look now the generals are celebrating, saying t...

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Also by MortimerBlooming:

Conversations with the angel of dawn | Sermons of A Turnip Farmer | Advice from a grave digger | The Waters Of Love | The Emptiness of the Full Stop | Al-Barr (The generous and most courteous) | Prometheus |

The Living Room -A deep sea affair- (Please don’t drown)

It has been two years today
Since I have had a fight with my then girlfriend
And, crying bitterly, I entered the living room
Replied to my father’s concerns
And let him know his daughter was dating a girl.
No wonder he hasn’t spoken to me since.

But, this poem isn’t about me
And nor is it about a cousin sister of mine
Whose phone was found in the living room
Full with smuts and gay storie...

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the end of an affair

<he ends of an affair


a long maybe ten years relation with poem site

it has got a new editor who is critical of my work

finds it too brutal, left wing and not sweet.

My work is being blocked out and I~m is sad as there

is no point sending in poems that are no published?

Everything must come to an end ends in death or

divorce, pity really I have many friends there

and a...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

the big lie | the disappearance | time is looking up | not a sage | dreamy landscape | Red Indians | indoors | the month of birth | sunday morning | like a painting | lack of women | from day to day | sweet revenge | when it rains | the wave | the heartland | hormones | the great change |

The Sorrow Of Tomorrow

   The sorrow of tomorrow began early, and again today.

Time tells, no time and yet the essence of the moment is gone.

The heart yearns for just one more day, yet it still slips away..

   The sorrow of tomorrow began early, and again today.

Desire became a fire, in the inner most part of the mind.

The way a body clings to the soul, of another spirit in twined..

   The sorrow of t...

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#ccblog #blogger #sorrowoftomorrow


What this pandemic has done to the world 

By shaking people's confidence and dulling senses 

Has inadvertently led us into that awful rule 

The law of unintentional consequences 

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Also by Joe Marcello:


kids these days. (by a kid on this day.)

i really 

so enjoy my own company. 


when i don’t go from laptop to phone to smoke

the minutes between

the fact that no one

no one can know

that it is only me sitting in the wind

only me listening to this all 

only me thinking this


and i’ll let them in when it’s dangerous

but aside from that 

i have a best friend

who never leaves

and it’s me


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Also by owen l.h.:

(untitled) | just a sad teenager being sad | (untitled) | crying wolf | 'golden years' | 4am | insecurity | instinct | empathetic my ass | my reflection (was rejected by a magazine) | the first lonely moment without them. but more importantly, without something to numb the silence | (untitled) | BOOK RELEASE! | what will you call me today? |

acting outkids these daysteen illnessteenage

You're my Guest!

I got too comfortable,
Don't forget you're just a guest,
Take all that you care to!

Ghostly by night,
In the now crack of dawn,
The light glistens on the side of my pantry.

But didn't you see!?
This place known to little,
A weird and strange place.

It's hollow (I'm sure),
But the meaningless did wander,
And I feel nauseous at times.

But when the mountain sides goes rockin,

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Also by Alita Moore:

My feelings are difficult | in wakes of the wave | Closer | untitled | forgotten |

The end of the world as we know it?

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The end of the world as we know it?

Early hours, I check the clock
A vivid dream has woke me up

Bizarre times, now par for the course
Yes, I‘m not dressed up, and I’ve nowhere to go

In a couple of hours it’s time for work
It’s like groundhog day, but in reverse

A bit of breakfast, watch the news
No daily commute, no traffic queues

So here we go, it’s back up the stairs
No need ...

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We are walking
barefoot on the grass
holding our lights
in front of our faces

A silent march of stars
searching for a home
on a dark night´s path

We do not know
where we go
we do not know
why we walk

We just look around
and only see movement
so we decide
to run ourselves

Take a break
little star
get some breath
gain some strength

Let your light shine
right here

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Also by Liam Osaneo:

torch | need | sold | journey | clouds | friend | full | universe | burn |


The deejay from the UK had a really great time
Staying up all night, regularly
For days and decades
Not just some weekends and the odd holiday

Vitamin D levels were not optimal
Midday sunless UK
No talk of Circadian rhythms
He slept in the daytime

Still about, and now in his fifties
In the flesh and not Photochopped
He looks like something chasing Frodo in those films
A cousin of de...

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From being alive to reduced to a few characters, 

A whole life condensed into a hashtag.

What is happening isn’t brutality but massacres,

By those who proudly serve the American flag. 


Colin Kaepernick took the knee for us, 

But George Floyd bear the weight of it.

He suffocated under 400 years of prejudices, 

But they’ll never understand. 

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Also by Charlotte Thomas-Rowe:

The Diary Of The Coloured |


Sitting in a box 

Surrounded by bouquets

Silenced by time

Nailed down 



Slipping lower,

It’s too late

For someone to enliven these bones

Engage the masses

It’s time to say ‘goodbye'

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Also by kimberly:

The Raging Heart | We Don’t Talk About That | Writer’s Block Strikes Again | Love Bites | The Wrong Kind of Love | Our Song | Separated Not By Love | A Story of Hope | Let Me Bother You | We Are Gathered Here Together | Endless Night | The Oak Tree | Revolving Door | Mr. Tomato | Retreat | Meeting in Solitude |

The Kingfisher

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A sudden vivid flash electric blue

so swiftly straight more sensed than seen,

streaking burrow-wise from his grey branch lookout

over the dark olive green lake water.


So fragile no halcyon days are his,

unable to command the creek or river water,

and inexpert divers are the fledglings

often waterlogged and trapped in weed or twigs.


Suffering from our pollution-pro...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Limericks for May 12th | Loved to Death |

The Nape Of Her Neck

Festivity around the scene serene full of cheer

Hullaballoo! Everyone wanted to be there

She heard the noise outside from her balcony

White shirt and black trousers she arranged her hair

The lady looked pretty as she tied her hair

Oh, how beautiful was the nape of her neck!


She went amidst the crowd

Danced and danced feeling very proud.

The fiesta continued there for s...

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Also by ai ou:

I Have Gotten To Know... She Is A Witch! |

beautiful woman

Dying a Death

Chipper almost blasé, only

297 today

announced like a fisherman’s bag,

almost disappointedly,

the insides of my eyelids blaze

pink in the early evening sunset,

the day is weakening, soon

the smell of supper

and the pithy grip of dry white wine,

that’s good to hear

it might be all over by Christmas.


© Graham Sherwood 05/2020

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Dreamwake |

having words with the corona bug....

telling the bug to do one...

sod off mr corona bug

your not coming in

cause i'm staying in!👍

looking out the window i see you lurking about 👀

i put two fingers to you✌ and say "sod off"

if i come out ive got a vacinne to knock you out! 😤😀

you been warned mr corona bug

dont treat me like a mug! 😤

there's thousands of people you've harmed already! 😥

now its time for you...

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Exercise,exercise get fit

Alcohol sales are up by 22 percent due to lockdown,

As many in isolation their corona sorrows do drown.

Some have drunk more and put on a corona stone,

Their anxiety levels shot through the roof,maybe home alone.


Many due to enforced isolation have emerged fitter than before,

Taking advantage of the extra time ,exercising much more.

Regular exercise encourages the body to ma...

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Also by hugh:

Hells bells | Aya Hachem ,only 19 years old,R.I.P. | Back to school too soon!! | Written by a funeral director | Belly Mujinga 47 years old R.I.P. | Stay alert !!! | A neglected gift | Advice from a homeless victim |

Arch of Love

Boundless spectrum

jumps over

sky blue haze


Yellow sunflowers

slumber inside

beds of green


Saying to

Mr Rainbow

please stay longer


Before  you

guide love

back into heaven.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

My Goodbye Letter | Thank You N.H.S | They Say | Pie and Pint Cancelled |

A leprechaun bridge for my Dad's anniversary

Clap For Key Workers

Ten weeks on,

clapping for key workers is coming to an end

Clap your hands,

in appreciation, for their dedication we commend


Every person,

old and young, women, men, girls and boys

Clap your hands,

whistle, shout, cheer, together make some noise


At the window,

by the front door, on the step or in the street

Clap your hands,

bang a drum, beep a horn and st...

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Also by julie callaghan:

Grown From A Seed in Lock Down | Lock Down Bank Holiday Let Down | When you see a rainbow | Shopping At A Safe Distance | The Lock Down Bank Holiday | My poinsettia | I worry too much | I really don't know better | I Really Should Know Better | Home from Home | Afternoon Tea | Heroes In Blue | The New Normal | The Tale Of The Year Twenty Twenty | RIP Poppy | Daffodils | Bluebell Woods | Colonel Tom |

Black Bodies

~Black bodies stained red

By hands of those whom color has not dared touch

Black bodies left for dead

Destroyed, discarded, desecrated, and given to death's clutch

Black bodies have always bled

For the sins of those who are yet to be judged

Black bodies are hanging by a thread

Waiting for justice, but receiving none such.~


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Also by M3RK:

Nights in Neptune | What Do You See? |


Rhyming dream

When the night grows dark

And all return home after long day task


And the moon rises high in the dark black sky

Studded with stars creating a magical high


All the yester years memories creeps

Into the room where we are lying asleep


From the eyes, into the deepest mind

A dream grows into a reality keeping spell bind


The sleeper carefully speaks and play t...

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Also by Jasmine k.:

Just truth | Morning love | Just my thoughts for today | Isolation blue's and pink's | Goal directed pursuit |

The Ingrates



The Ingrates


Put yourself in my shoes

Try to imagine being me

Always right

Knowing that every decision I ever made

Was for the good of my family

But they were too stupid

Or ignorant to see it



So I’d been in the pub all day

But not drinking

Well… drinking, but not for pleasure

I was looking for work

If I didn’t go to the places where the...

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The Devil Came To Grimstone Low |

In midst 20's

It was pitiful enough that I'd be running in anyone arms in desperation
I don't even know what I'm supposed to do or whom I'm supposed to be
It was a lonely road indeed.
In midst 20s when you thought you have it all figure out
And life smack back at you
Then suddenly you're lost again
People say you will figure it out
But when,
When its already too late?
Will I ever figure it out?

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Dear Love,

Even after some unremovable

scar marks,

I still crave for your love.

The painful wound is no past

but love can heal.

So why hatred?

Dear Love,

come again in any form.

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