Poetry Blogs (Jul 2010)

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In Darker Days We Gather

 

Sombre words and platitudes,
I guess we've heard them all.
In the darker days we gather,
to say our byes and to recall,
the best times we remember,
with those that have now passed, 
with those with whom we laughed.
 
Another day, another dollar,
another day, yet more dolour.
 
Merciless time takes it's toll ever more,
though we strive to make the best we ca...

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Also by Dave Dunn:

A Certain Lady | Banjo On The Wall | Tripod Tilly | Those Days... | Poetic Imagery | Mess Time | Doctor Who Could Save Us |

sadness

daughter

this circling of her

new-born eyes

hidden narratives

of desire

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Also by John E Marks:

Non Serviam |

little cardboard box

 

I've never looked at them.

They're in a cardboard box.

Very environmentally friendly -

you'd have approved of that!

 

I can't scatter them.

For that, I'd have to touch them,

feel their texture,

let them pass between my fingers.

And I can't do that.

 

I remember the first time I saw them

at your mother's flat

on a high shelf.

I didn't...

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Also by Ann Foxglove:

incurable romantics | under the willow | sunday afternoon | ithell | german boy | crystal clear | surfing | ladys bedstraw | a childhood | loves parachute | his first time | High Tide - 10.47 | I'm bored - feel like dancin' anyone? | knightmoves |

30 Seconds later

 

                                                              30 Seconds later

 

 

 

 

I met fear today

A ball - shrinking ordeal

Of dark confrontation

Blocking my way:

A street predator

Six foot of cold blood,

An un-muzzled

Dog-faced bastard

Held a blade

To my cheek,

My tongue collapsed -

I couldn't speak.

Then he dema...

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Don't promise!

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Don't promise me a paradise!

 

Don't promise!

 

Don't tempt by crazy dreams!

 

Please, don't!

 

Don't tell me you will miss!

 

Just give a farewell kiss.

 

Forget about tomorrow!

 

It doesn't exist.

 

Forget about yesterday!

 

It's brought a sorrow.

 

You still persist?

 

We are guilty without a sin.

...

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Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

MY FRIEND | THE SEA | I AM A WOMAN | I am not..... | THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS | Our life looks like a zibra | McCoy | Don't tell me farewell! | Please, stay with me! (Russian romance) | THE DISAPPEARING GENERATION | My life experience | She is so beautiful | Tennis | When I am in a depression | I do know.... | Love | Life roads | From the bottom of my heart |

love

Fairness

The steel blue sky,

Hangs above,

All, all the same,

No favouritism granted,

Can such fairness,

Only come of such coldness,

And is it truly all that is wanted?

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Also by Joshua Van-Cook:

The end | Pitch-cast Suits | Whistle-Blower | High Tide | Stars | The Contortionist |

Sky

 

 
Divine chasm caressing the air
Azure lingers low 
Celestial beauty’s hidden lair 
The Jerry Springer Show
 
Lustrous lanterns light the scope
Of wistful heat in waves 
Pearly provinces of hope
Top Gear repeats on Dave
 
Twinkling canvas darkens - slow
Encased in misty hands
The golden summit fades below
New Movies on Demand
 
...

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Seduction

Standing on the threshold,

I have to admit

Your home looks so inviting.

That bluesy guitar

Goes straight to my soul,

And the wind outside,

It is biting!

You dispose of my coat

And draw me inside,

You pour me a glass of wine,

And as you carefully

Pass it to me

Our fingers intertwine.

 

Your lighting is low and seductive,

Log flames crac...

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Also by Lynn Dye:

17½ | Seal Pups | Benji | Charlie | Our Max | Friendship | Enough's Enough! | Flesh (Free Verse) | Flesh | Warm Embrace |

Jotspeak

I am now on Jotspeak - a networking and promotions forum for poets, comedians, authors, musicians, playwrights - writers of every size and description. Check out my profile in the link below and check out the site if you want want to see more!

http://www.jotspeak.com/profile/AlainEnglish

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Also by Alain English:

Link to Camberwell Gig! | New Gig 30th August | To the Hurricane - a tribute to Alex Higgins 1949-2010 | Featured Gig tomorrow night!!! | Gigs this Week 11th July 2010 | Y Tuesday, Lewisham Day Festival and Short Film Movement | Gig cancelled!!!! |

Opportunity

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Before she knew or realised

His mark had then been made

Mesmerised and compromised

His words they danced, they swayed

Curious she felt herself

To question all before

She withdrew, she had to do

Her soul cried out for more

So should she steer this trepid course

And dare adventure’s scorn

Or now bestow a closing line

Forever thence to mourn?

To wond...

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Terror Firma

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I don’t want to hurt you

but I’m going to

you know I’m going to

 

I’m going to hurt you really badly

well,

you know

 

and your going to ask me

to beg me

not to stop

although you want it to stop

 

or the other,

you know.

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Also by Banksy:

that black place | Tinkerbell | seed pearl | one of us is one of them | bush tucker | A&E Calvary | sleepers | waiting for rain | the eagle's gift | nearly, very nearly | branching out | the graveyard shift | paradise | trouble & strife | over & out | it seemed like a good idea at the time | marking time | Pyramid selling | Crimplene & Tweed |

AN AFRICAN MOTHERS LOSS

Come sit by me my little one

Let me wipe the tears from your eyes

Your so dear to me my precious  son

Your tender life not long begun

 

The pain in your body I know it's bad

Supplies didn't arrive today

Your big brown eyes so pitifully sad

For the heat of the sun took your food away

 

We listen each day, we look to the skies

All of us with our pitiful...

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Also by bernadette herbertson:

LIFE'S PUZZLE | CHEEKY MONKEY | QUESTION AND ANSWER | gentle rain | PERFECT DAY | START OF A NEW DAY | A GROWING FAMILY | TEARDROP |

Kid in a Cart in Kosovo

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Kid in a Cart in Kosovo

A Poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
 

After Kosovo war ethnic Romany's fled, only to return when the war was over. 11 years later they are still there. Its a UN camp. 89 at are dead from lead.
 

There's a kid in a cart in Kosovo
Asleep tonight in his bed
Such as it is in a refugee camp
That is poisoned by lead.
Th...

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Also by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh:

Srebrenica - Сребреница |

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Mothers Dumplings

Being the way I am

being a endomorph

I know I should not do it,

but who could resist

a bowl of Mothers Dumplings.

 

Nice and hot and spicy,

cayenne and peppers

potatoes and that lovely

red pickled cabbage,

who could resist

such a feast.

 

So you see, it's not my fault

it's plain to see

that Mother is to blame,

Her and Her Dumplings

...

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The Information Super Highway By Lee Blunt

This Poem is about the high tech age we live in and the power of the internet.


Information super highway


I’ve got my laptop my printer and my new P.C.,
I listen to my music on Mp3,

I don’t have to visit the store,
To be told it’s sold,
I get all my music by way of download,

I don’t need to see my friends,
Or even go to work,
I have everything I need,
In my social network,

See pi...

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Also by LEE JAMES BLUNT:

The Information Super Highway By Lee Blunt | BBC RADIO NOTTINGHAM POETRY PERFORMANCE |

Wake Up

Wake up open the blind

Listen, hear the noise

Will mankind be kind

Why precariously do you poise

 

Another day another question

A series of muzzles

Head full of congestion

More and more puzzles

 

Head for the gate

Open to the world

What will be your fate

Now the truth is unfurled

 

Another day another dollar

If you look at it that ...

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Also by Spencer Robertshaw - 07703 558825:

FAREWELL TO FANTASTIC FRANK SIDEBOTTOM -RIP |

Lover's Fear

Spuriously glorious

The sighs of lover’s breath

Of baited and waited

And twisting tiny steps

 

Blissfully awaiting

In stage of stating

Pulmonary abating

 

Feeling flesh

States of undress

Closeness stealing

Distanced healing

 

Warm embrace twixt fear of haste

Angst of knowing and not showing

 

Come and feel my warmth of skin

...

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Also by Richard Seddon:

When a rose will open |

Dreaming of the Tour de France (stage 14-184.5 km)

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oooh   ahhh oooh   ahhh oooh   ahhh... aching buttocks aching thighs unseen crowds unseen skies between the shoulders lakes of fire stinging eyes on the spinning tyre calves and heart will explode grip the handles eat the road kilo meters  whirring chains from Revel to Ax 3 Domaines the body's racked the body begs ...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Persephone's last laugh | Advice to men poets |

Empty Waves

He struggles against the storm,
the waves high above his boat,
He prays for calm.
He seeks desperately for the coast.
 
What harbour would shelter him?
He, who in the midst of his thunder,
brings disaster to the port, on
the merciless waves of his maelstrom.
 
He cannot give his all to somebody
while the boat beneath him lists
and wildly dives between
the peaks and tro...

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Also by Steven Kenny:

Off the Hook | No Place... | And finally... |

If Schwitters were Twitters

Very late, and I'm browsing the google analytics stats for my blog, mainly because I didn't have them set up before and now that I have, I like playing with my new toy. But aside from finding out that people have searched for my blog using terms like 'keep calm and suck my dick', 'filth without make-up' and, most disturbingly of all, 'Sarah Palin', I also discovered which words I use more than ...

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'The Decision' 'A Review' 'A Dramatic Comedy About a Busker' By Mia Darlone

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The bluesy trills of a clarinet were still honeycombing through my mind as  I left the wet summer’s evening to Manchester’s Jazz Festival and climbed the stone steps into the nearby Theatre Royal/ Coliseum Club. The decision was easy for me to make either I accept the kind invitation to watch Mia Darlone’s latest production  ‘The Decision’ or stay put and listen to an endless night of Jazz bene...

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Also by Gus Jonsson:

Boy Meets Girl | Stolen By The Light | Men Of A Certain Age | Katie is a Barmaid |

First Holiday in Ireland

 First holiday in Ireland


I don’t remember if I am honest
much about my first holiday there
apart form all of the photographs.

I don’t recall which station it was
all the way down from
Dublin to Belfast
when the train broke down
and we were forced to stand
in a tiny box with
a half working coal fire
for four hours
before they finally

Eventually

Eventually

got it working.

I can’t remember the coldness
in yo...

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Ireland

The Owl

I awoke
  to the sounds of balloons bursting.

The party
  was over and it was time to go home.

Arrived here
  anonymous, now your name rings to me

Like stars
  burning through history - Hubble’s greatest find.

Slurred conversations
  turn to the problem of dialectics,

How you
  and I can create a synthesis

Maybe with
  flirtatious tones and utopian dreams.

The night
...

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witchcraft

sex, skulls and voodoo dolls
stockings and suspenders and mad benders
I fell into her arms.
her hips moving like a snake
trapped my wandering an eye
too quick to avoid like an earthquake
making your heart shake and body quiver
deliver me the darkness
I deserve.
as my head swerves around you and your lips
and your whole body
did you see me in your crystal ball
walking tal...

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witchcraft sex sexy snake

CHANGES IN OUR CLIMATE

For every zone the climate shows

Either with cool or foolish zoom

At time we say that when we doze

We feel the breeze of climate home...

 

The climate there is not the same

As one we feel in jungle zone...

Sometimes it's cool and brings the fame -

At times it comes with tough and bone...

 

In past we felt the manless breeze

But now the tools have chan...

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Pull Apart The Perfect Nest

So then, stick by stick
tonight we tear off strip after strip
the newest feathers first
then the older twigs and vines
with each one
my heart drops
until there's nothing left
and nowhere lower
just empty branches
where our sweet home once was

Inch by inch
we pack and divide the moss
all the soft things we've collected
years of careful, loving selection
pecking them away, each and e...

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break upbreaking up the familydivorcemoving onmoving outseparating

the little leaf


the little leaf


clinging tenaciously to its twig

the dry yellow leaf

trembles and twists

a cruel St Vitus’ dance in the teasing wind

and refuses to let go -

afraid to fly


the shifty breeze reconnoiters

and strikes again

wheezing up the trunk

rifling the raggedy branches

into a twitching frenzy

but the little leaf holds on


...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Cliches | Grandma at the Window | Beloved |

Pissed

 

Pissed

 

Wake up in the morning

dog shit in the mouth

the truth is slowly dawning

your manners went all south

 

started as a snifter

just to calm the day

now your brain is in a twister

who took your clothes away ?

 

they looked nice in the boozer

a few drinks faded their edges

now your next to a battle cruiser

smoking Benson and ...

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Also by geraldine golightly:

life | Poets Everywhere |

Alex

Waistcoats.

Red kissing the blue.
Brandy coughing snifters,
of a 40 a day obsessive.

The killer black,
to the top left pocket.
With a little bit of screw.

Sheffield steel.
Shamrock luck?

One,
four,
seven,
heartbeats.

Windless the hurricane now.
His house blown down.
Ripped baize and bravado,
all that remains.

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Also by Ralph Dartford:

There may be a good blossom |

Your Pirate Guide

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Ahoy, me name be Mingo

And I shall be yer guide

Though treasure be me mistress

Piracy’s me bride

I be mighty gruntled

To see that ye be here

I’ll fill yer head with stories

And I’ll fill yer heart with fear

That’s right, me name be Mingo

And I shall haunt yer dreams

I’m a stormy, ragin’ ocean

Pierced with desperate deathly screams

I lurk amongst t...

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pirate piracy humour

Melancholy Baby

Someone whispered on a fiddle,

a siren blew a horn and stretched

out long notes that slung slow rope

around my baby's neck.

Man came with tape and a pencil,

cut him and coloured him in greys;

cast a net and like a marionette

out in the breeze he sways.

My man looks sorry,

now he's nobody

these melancholy days.

 

An accomplice of the devil,

a J...

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Mason

  whilst reading poetic verse

i stumbled upon a curse

that will haunt my dreams

and ruin my life or so it seems

 

as i shouted about the pains of love

and used metaphors based around a glove

all seemed to be going as planned

and the audience were eating out of my hand

 

but i didn't impress all

which accumulates my distinct fall

as there was one j...

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MOTHERHOOD

Now I know the happy teeth and smiling faces, The banana stained coat and tottering paces, The hand that grasps the latent breast, The head that snuggles upon my chest, The feet that curl around my waist, Her body softly leant against. Was there ever a child so good, I thank God for my motherhood.

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Gas And Air

Never again!

I'm sure I have said that

many times before.

Put the TV on,

Wear a condom

do something other than

re-populate somemore.

 

Never again I said,

after the last time

I'd rather be dead.

The tears and the pain,

complete bodily drain.

The up and the down,

the rips and the crown,

which drive me insane.

 

Until the laughte...

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Leaving

you have left me in a cardboard cut-out world

a rattling pebble chasing the tide

there's a void growing in the garden

a river sobbing down the stairs

snuffed candle incense taints the bedroom

summoning the double blackness again

swimming in shadows

it bleeds colour from the day

time wears away the details

as the photos fill with strangers

Your perfumes t...

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Also by Matthew Sergison-Main:

The Headbuts of Kebabylon |

bereavementbreak-updeathgriefleavinglossrelationships

Stained Glass

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In a rum soaked wooden shack of a palace bar,

He smoked his smouldering crooked Cuban cigar;

 

Lively musicians bound and pound the sound track through,

The broken panes of pained and shattered blushing blue;

 

Stained glass past …

 

(C) Michelle Marie Clarke-Campbell

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I'm Losing My Faith...

I'm losing my faith in Most Haunted.

It's a TV show

where a team undaunted

enter into locations purported

to host paranormal activity.

 

Considered with an adult, educated eye...

it gives me the willies.

 

But my cast-iron faith in psychics

began to rust

when Derek Acorah was busted

using made-up names for ghosts

about as real as

David Cam...

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Playtime

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A kid playing in his corner

Ordered  not to disturb the adults,

To find something to play with,

He is big enough for that

 

He builds castle-tent-ship

 Out of chairs and a bedspread

 And it sails into the sea,

 Proud and lonely

 

(he is casting glances to the room:

Have they brought  in the cake already?)

He is getting bored, frustrated, dre...

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Also by Olga Gerke:

Here are just a few contradictions | Hum |

The Child I Used to Be

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 Like the child I used to be

In a timeframe, that hadn’t altered.

I meandered through the meadow
Knee high in grass,  buttercups 
Nodding as I pass, their
Tall and stately faces upturned seeking  the sun.
The hedgerows heavy with blossom.
Their distinctive perfume 
Drifted by me, on the breeze.
The sun warmed my face.
The soft fragrant breeze 
Toyed w...

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Childhood memoriesmeadowsmotorways and nature spoiled.

Science Fiction

Science fiction lies

that we can escape the cage.

Good films, though, great dreams

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Also by Dave Bradley:

Angst | Restlessness |

haiku

Twisted Thorns

“Hey!
Can’t you see me!
I’m over here.
Turn around!
I’m standing right here.
Why are you talking about me
as if I wasn’t here?
I’m not invisible.
What the hell is going on?
Officer, officer!
Can’t nobody see me?
Where are you taking my car!
I need that to get home!
Those beers…
Well, I did not drink all of them.
My car is totaled.
But I’m okay...

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Near Death

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I went to north wales with my kayak at the weekend and went out in dangerous conditions.  Here's the poetic account of that:

Ferocious winds shrieked shanties

as they battered on the wavetops

of the madly swelling waters

of the dragging ebbing tide.

 

They threw me in my fragile shell.

They threw me high and far,

as though a creature in its shell

thrown on th...

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Also by Dermot Glennon:

Darkness lands with an ear-splitting bang |

sea

HE STANDS ALONE

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He was the long awaited one

beloved of all his mothers

He came to fulfil the dreams of others

Handmaiden at his feet I fell

My palm caressed his head so well

With Pride and joy my heart did swell

His smile crumbled forlorn, bemused,

in the padded womb he was refused

not cherished but denied his due,

His bewildered longing grew and grew.

Son* and mo...

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These Days.

These days aren't those,

Not even in the same league.

Nothing can compare to the good old days.

Trade in ten years of these,

For one more moment of those.

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Listen

Can white light be played like piano keys or plucked like inter stellar strings to harp out in time to the bass beat of black holes?

Do they pump black matter?

Does the sun send out shots of sound to those ears that can hear? Do the suns spin planets on their turntables, twisting sound through the circles?

Does the galaxy spin sound through its circles?

Do the atoms spin sound t...

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Simple

 

I long to be undressed

for you to see who I am

Stripped naked before you

no past, no future

a simple person

with common needs

as every woman has

 

Step naked before me

tell me who you are

is this simple shape

the reflection that I seek

no past, no future

with common needs

as every man has

 

Will this simple act

change the...

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Also by Jacqueline King:

Patterns | Who are you | Paranoia | Funny reflection | Driftwood | How romantic | Inugo (Jollifant) |

a pilgrimage to L'Oréal

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Part One – anticipation

She lives in no17 and Max factor
Takes a man
To be lovers lips
The sugared slipping of gloss leaps
And he must taste
Fresh lilacs second skin
Like Lycra fits hips unforgiving in allure
so curves open like a chord
The inner, the outer, the living
The puckered pout is pure
A suckered siren breathes out
gasping moment thanksgiving
Sets the scene...

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love

She

She

 

Four legged She,

Meandering through midday

Madness, with that cat

Sliding between her ankles.

 

A four legged waddle,

With a furry friend wandering

Why she couldn’t

Bend down to hear his purrs.

 

And beneath the limes,

She’d pause, for that sweet smell

Of hazy afternoons

Lost in soft summer shades.

 

(A little cliche).

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Also by Hayden:

Poetry | Aesthetics | Days of Sod'em | A Lions Eyes | Humanity | To be known | The Candy | Play Pretend |

Orange Peel and Apple Pips (June 2008)

Orange Peel and Apple Pips There must be more to life than this: a winter wind and withered kiss upon these frozen, sun-parched lips; just orange peel and apple pips. We're living on remains of death with bottle caps, recycled breath, and feeble rays of advent light illuminate brash Beauty's blight. There's less to love than fragile Rose who blooms in seldom summer prose. We're ...

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Also by Heather:

Finger in the Dust | Billy and the Flowers |

Woman

Woman

 

The one who was created as a nurturer, as a leader.

She has metaphorical balls that are stronger than man's physical ones.

She thinks with her heart. Without her mankind would not continue.

She is a mother,a sister, a wife a daughter,a lover a friend.

She is stronger and prettier than diamonds and more dependable than a Volvo.Her inspiration is everlasting.

H...

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