Poetry Blogs (Nov 2011)

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Little cheeky 'yay' for me!

I have had 'I Disappear' published!!

It's in a book called ' Uplifting Moments' , published by United Press. It will be available in shops from 2012 and contains loads of other great pieces by other people.

Aside from the fact that mine is in it, it is a great book, and seems so far, to have something for everyone. See United Press' website for more info if you're interested. They also ...

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IN L.A.CALIFORN'YA

From muscled Mister Olympia to massive movie star,

When he wasn't pumping iron, he puffed on a big cigar;

Then Arnie took to motoring in the governor's own car,

They do these things in L.A. Californ'ya!

 

Olde-worldy English actor relaxing on a trip,

Puts on a lead-performance that was seen on Sunset Strip,

But his co-star couldn't stop herself from giving him some l...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

ARROMANCHES - 1994 - D-Day plus 50 | ABROAD | STILL THE FLOWERS GROW | SANTA'S SATNAV | I AM TODAY'S NEW WOMAN | A FESTIVE SEASON SUGGESTION | THE IMPATIENT YEAR | DRUGS COME FROM A PLANT | STREAPS BOTHY - a memory of hiking in Scotland | NO ONE LOVES A DENTIST | MAN MUST CARE | BELIEVING THAT I LIED | TWO SIDES OF A COIN | WINTER GALLOPS | THE BERLIN WALL REMEMBERED | BEGGAR MY NEIGHBOUR | LOVE TAUGHT ME | OLD SOLDIERS - a poem for Remembrance Day | WORDSWORTH WOULD UNDERSTAND! | DO YOU REMEMBER MY ENGLAND? | POETIC JUSTICE | RACE DAY | MAKE YOUR MIND UP = a lyric | WHAT'S THE USE? |

Fixed verse advice

 "Choose a sonnet over a sestina

Save yourself writing 25 whole lines

You need to start small to build stamina

Fight instead with the rhymes (and the half rhymes)

 

Remember how you screamed on the waltzers?

Your 'A'  'R'  'G'  'H' tumbled out; Frisbeed

Past hooked ducks, candy floss and young lovers.

If you don’t do dizzy, then the frenzied

 

Sestina lin...

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Also by Anon:

Super | You. |

The First, The Second, The Third

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The first: I went to bed with your wife.

The second: How do you like the first?

The third: She wants to stay with me.

-The first: I don’t live with my wife.

The second: She has AIDS.

The third: How do you like the second?

 

 

Do you think that

A toilet bowl is just a hole

For your feces

Or for your ass?

It can be a place for your face.

...

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Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

Worldwide News | What is more important? | A Quarrel | Terrorism And My Garden | Why Poetry? | Believe In Your Star | You know, it happens that... | Spam, Spam, Spam | Hello, darling! | I'VE LEARNT |

humour

Our Tom

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A celebration of a friend's 21st birthday; someone who used to visit us a lot until he got a girlfriend.  (We were a 2nd family for him).  With far too many references to explain.

 

 

Things have never been the same

Since them days when Tommy came                           

To visit us, behaving with aplomb;

At the table, still the wife,

Sets a place with fork and kn...

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Also by John Coopey:

Advancin' Back | Advancin' Back | 7 O'Clock Brit | Everybody's Gone Serfin' | Aspidistra | Golf Clubs | BSA Bantam | Vertav Alle Ze Vishiz Gon? |

Competition?

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We don’t seem to have had a competition on the WOL blog of late. In the past these have inspired and produced some excellent poetry and good fun. I’m not sure why these have come to a halt, but in the absence of anyone else I would be happy to provide a prize and admin/collation of entries – if anyone is interested?

I don’t wish to step on anyone’s toes, so if I’m jumping the gun or s...

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Guess what this one's about...

NB the title is undetermined as yet. Something about getting the glow, or taking the edge off, or both.

 

We’re having fun.

The collective mood must be

a good one, because there’s

a laugh after each phrase.

Also, the drinks seem to be

going down. Invisibly soft,

not by increments.

Sly levels of spirit; getting

into our systems and upping

our little ga...

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Imprisoned

 

Rattle of the chains

As I lock myself up and turn the key

shackle the person that i am meant to be

 

wings clipped to stop myself from soaring

longing for what’s out there

the fear is grounding

 

Desperate for air

feel the wind against my face

respite from the putrid stench of this cell

this self imposed exile,

this self imposed hell

 

...

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Also by Na'im:

Holier than thou | Friends and foes |

NOW

 

NOW

 

So now it’s over and I’ve trapped off at the club

and you’ve met someone else, we’ve both moved on

in our lives. I’ve cried my tears and remember

the memories. It was good to talk today—

no, I don’t miss you but I still do care.

You’re a nice person, a little immature.

I wish you the best in life, ill meet someone now

and be happy, I’ll get my gir...

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Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:

SEA | ONWARDS | STOLEN | JOY OF BEING ALONE | NUCLEAR-ARMED ANGELS WINGS | PLANET | (untitled) | RECRUITING SERGEANT | MINI METRO – CHEVROLET MATIZ | TAT | OPPOSITES: FOUND | ONE STEP AHEAD | NORWEGIAN BATTLE | BUTTERFLY | STUPID FUCKING IDIOTS | GIRL | NOTICE | SWIM IN THE SEA | THEN JUST AS NOW | CATACLYSM WORLD | PATH |

clublove endingover

Death Doesn't Do Automated Doors.

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I'm not
close enough
to activate
yet
close enough
to run,
to check.

Seeing
yet not seeing
the sparrow
nearby.

I never saw
the hawk.

You left
in little stages,
loose teeth,
cool fingers.
Cold,
I sang
most anything,
wondered
did you hear?

Feathered
cloak
sharp
talons
shriek
into
action.

I whisper
so softly
"survive."

...

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The fooling of oneself

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Very privately,

exaggerating,readjusting

we temper the self images

of now and then with hope

and covert falsifications.

Fabricate,reshape them

to give the mind release from secret damage.

 

Like metal from new flames of the forge

we hope they shall emerge

not misshaped anymore,but as comforting images

that we can,if need be add to them

whatever am...

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The Sound - Air

Each ward was possessed of its luminaries

and on Elizabeth Woodville, stuffed

with delusional wizardries, knight’s

move thinkers and neologists,

Joan was the apotheosis -

the lunatic’s lunatic.

 

Outshining Howard Sargeant,

alias Mikhail Mikhailovic,

the Russian sleeper who had seen

Kennedy’s assassin: transported – by spaceship! –

from Dallas, Texas,...

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Grey

Hello and welcome to my new poetry blog, some of you who know me may be surprised by my writing and those who don't know me at all I hope you enjoy it.

Quite an old one this but as this is my first entry I thought I would start as I mean to go on.

 

Grey

 

As the grey old man slips his niche

He discovers the heavenly pleasures of the world

Also he finds that dogs on ...

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deathgreylonelinesslovesnow

Ode to My Mum's Memory

I know the names of all my kids

Though I sometimes get them mixed

I know the number of the bloke

Who gets my boiler fixed

I know that Henry had six wives

And what befell them all

I know how many people

Fill the Royal Albert Hall

The question I am asking

And I hope you'll tell me soon

Is why in god's own bloody name

Did I walk into this room?

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Also by Kathryn Wakefield:

Not Self Help |

Gigs All Round Next Two Weeks...

Hi there, everyone
 
These are the gigs I am doing over the next couple of weeks:
 
Monday 28th November
 
A Spoonful of Poison
Star of Kings
126 York Way
Kings Cross
London N1 0AX
Event starts 8pm (sign up between 7pm and 8pm)
Free Entry
 
Tuesday 29th November
 
Needle and Thread
H...

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Christmas Sung Simply (Chants from Walkabouts - 18)

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Poem 230 of 230:  CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY/AS GOSPELLERS HAVE SAID

(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF G MAJOR:

D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E1 E1 D2 G2 F#2 G3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E1 E1 D2 G2 F#2 G3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E1 E1 D2 G2 F#2 G3

D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E2 D2 G2 F#2 G3
D2 A2 B2 A2 G2 E3
E2 D2 G2 F#2 G3)

As gospellers have said,
Beneath signalling skies,
On land dusty to tread,
A trough in a stable
Wa...

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Make a stand

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Make a stand

 

You can make a stand against wrong-doing or stand for what is right,

You can make a stand as a pacifist as to stand is not to fight.

You can make a stand with a fist aloft or stand with a lowered gaze,

You can make a stand that’s popular or stand without seeking praise.

You can make a stand by marching or stand up by sitting down,

You can make a stand if yo...

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Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:

Libraries aurally learnt | Intimates @ the Poetry Cafe, Betterton St on Friday the 4th |

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The Food Chain

Bite, chomp, munch, chew, nothing else for us to do.

Deep fry, beef stew, burgers, chips and ketchup too.

Eat it all, eat it now, fish, chicken, pig and cow.

Get fat, stand still, overload, feel ill.

Get fat die young, munching on a Chelsea bun.

Spit roast, French toast, cholesterol at it's very most.

Fat and grease on carbohydrate, watch them pupils start to dilate.

...

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Also by Jack Pascoe:

Black Jacket Rebel, White Coated Girl |

SIDINGS.

 

city of cape town

hooting loud

flirting outrageously

with a growing crowd

 

whistle is a-whistling

putting on a show

city of cape town

puffs and blows

 

fireman replenishing

diminishing coal

flickering doorway

of the stoker’s hole

 

engine three-six

double-five

keeping an age

of steam alive

 

leaky old joints

...

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Also by Philipos:

PASSING CLOUDS. | ROOTS. | HAPPENSTANCE. | A WINTER'S TALE. | BARE BONES. | PILLARS. | ELEGY FOR YOUTH. | THE MALL. | CHATTERING OF TWITES. | UNDERMINED. | TE DEUM. |

Zwartboek

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Aaltje lay on the warming deck

a jetty by the zee

the sound of gunfire overhead

roused her to survey

a solitary Wellington, pinned almost to the brine

behind it growled a predatory, fearsome 109

the little Jewess fixed and froze

as trying to gain height

the stricken bomber jettisoned

one engine now alight

and every hundred yards or so, when terror ...

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Down by the sea...

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I lost my care-full

soul...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

 

She cast a smiling

glance...

where?

there,

looking back at me...

 

I'm sure

I left my soul...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

 

I stooped to pick

it up...

where?

there,

down by the sea...

 

I watched as

she walked away...

where?

...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

My loose checked tie | Oh eck! |

Departure

It felt like failure and it felt like goodbye,

the close of the car door with girl leaving the boy

and the wind around the corner carried no discharged leaves,

the grey cloud hovered but the sky suspended rain,

with regular momentum the evergreen was shaking

as everything around them remained just the same.

 

But the girl left the boy and the girl walked away,

th...

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The Hill

 

The Hill

 

 

I don’t like you,

I don’t like you and fuck you, (they say)!

And it’s difficult for me to understand,

To really comprehend their hate!

And I guess, somebody has

To be the butt of their derision,

To be the focal point of all they mistake.

 

You don’t get merit marks for knowing too much

But now, I am dumbed down,

And know not...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

Slush | In Keswick I Walked Tall | How Many | At Celine's Request | At Celine's Request | Touched | THIS DAY | A Man Who Fell To Earth | Remnants |

heart

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i stood and watched your heart rip from the frame

dripping in metal and friction sparks.

the clumsy surgeons danced around

with skilled saws

making it look like nothing.

snipped and parted,

i saw it beating there

for a minute

till the oil spilled

and killed 

around the

uselessness of mine.

tick tick

the machine hits

something hollow inside

...

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School Reunion- Miss Cadogan's Room

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        Miss Cadogan’s Room


Some smells just do it don’t they.?
The limbic whoosh  that picks you
Up so fast and drops you back in time, so true
And real, it barely feels like memory.
Her room of course had not remained the same.
But one faint trail of polish,  chalk and, books
Structured my lost geometries of chairs, the board and desks,
Held me tight in symmetries familia...

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Lido

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Save me from the lido

it makes me horny

I'm drowning in pure beauty

take me away

from the unnecessary love

I think I've had enough

 

Save me from your claws

I'm hurt already

there's only so much flesh you can have

blood stains on the beaks

of sweetest seagulls

why

life is a death trap?

 

She said no

I won't let go

I won't let g...

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Also by Dali:

Balloons in the tree |

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the note

 

"Did you have a good fuck?"

The note lies in the kitchen bin.

I've just come in from a date with the new man.

 

To me, our marriage was long over.

But the jagged writing told

this was not the case for you.

And, if I did have a good screw

I can't remember.

 

The pain held in that note

is with me still, thirty years on.

 

And your kindness...

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Also by Ann Foxglove:

unicorn | Space Junk | bucket | great north diver audio |

the kindness of ex-husbands

CHRISTMAS....

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Well....weekends here again, whats in store....Christmas getting nearer spending more.... Four weeks to go pressies to buy, tree up soon celebrations on a high  Sadness for some  which is glum, but we remember them in days to come.... Its a time for joy not falling out, so let's remember what christmas is all about.....

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Also by Lesley Whittaker:

LIFE...... | BRITAINS MESSED UP...... | AUTUMN LEAVES..... |

Dream Job

 

I got myself a nice little job

Back in the office again,

No more bakers for me,

I find my way to London.

 

I am getting off the bus,

I walk ahead and turn right,

It’s somewhere around here,

However, I can’t find it.

 

It’s only my second day here,

I found it alright yesterday.

People mill all about me,

If only I could ask someone.

 

...

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Also by Lynn Dye:

Disuse | Retirement | Life in the Mad House |

Jack Frost's Army

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They come from the Himalayas,

From the Russian Steppes,

The Norwegian pine forests ……. running, running, running.

Faster than sound,

Colder than glass,

Harder than rock,

Over the pond

Onto the steps,

Up to the windows,

To bush, twig and grass.

The garden quivers,

Clamps the bud to bark,

The insect to leaf ….. leaf glues tight to leaf, to leaf, to ...

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winter. nature

Jolly Fun (with apologies to Charles Causley)

I saw a jolly hunter

In the jolly sun

With his jolly mistress

Having jolly fun.

 

Kissed his jolly mistress

On the jolly lips;

She wrapped her jolly legs

Round his jolly hips.

 

Hunter jolly eager -

Jolly cares gone.

Forgot jolly safety catch

Not jolly on.

 

Jolly mistress laughed as she

Jolly hunter rode;

Bang went jolly hunte...

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comedy

Love Is What You Need

 

If you love it
it will be what you wanted
If you give it
you will find it’s what you lost

There is something waiting
something beautiful, waiting
if you’re patient
if you love it

You say you want to see
scenes that feed your eyes
they’re waiting, they’re all around you
if you love them

There is something happening
something beautiful, happening
if you’re open
if you love it

If it’s beauty that you want
it...

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This Poem Has Nothing To Say

Some words seem to

Fit together

Even when they

Do not rhyme.

 

It could be something

Alien

A quick fix

An aggressive impression

 

Of a clearly superior language:

Mathematics.

 

That dink in the cosmic spring

Untangling the mystery

One dying scientist

At a time.

 

And when it does occur

At C.E.R.N.

At the BLACK HOLE ...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

Curlew On The Breaches | Lung Sulk |

Everyone Wins

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How guiltless are any of us?

Each and all with an opinion

Of trying to convince others by guile or deception

Of our naïve imaginings.

 

Who amongst us is innocent?

Free of manipulation and bullying

Of persuading the unwilling that ours

Is the knowledge that is right.

 

Doubt not the strength or our

Conviction to be right all the time

Believing our...

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Back Ache

BACK ACHE

 

For two years or so and some two years at least,

I’ve had a companion a sabre-toothed beast,

It bit at my backbone and gnawing quite deep,

Impinged on my patience and severed my sleep.

 

But miracle medicines dealt it a blow,

From which no revenge ridden river could flow,

But it made me recall from the days that are past,

The unwanted companio...

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Also by Ian Gant:

A Common Prayer | Disaffection | Sappho, Salome and Sisters | Ecclesiastes 3 | Winter Fever | A Timepiece | The Heart of Winter | A STRANGE SORT OF BABY FOOD |

My Lifeboat

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The whirlpools of loneliness

were pulling me down,

you were my lifeboat.

 

With all my effort,

I forced myself

to push towards you.

 

Your kisses, your smiles

your touch saved me

from my lonely life.

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Also by Shirley Smothers:

A Small Story about a Small Town |

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Man Flu

(with apologies to The Clash)

 

DOCTOR YOU'VE GOT TO LET ME KNOW

SHOULD I SNIFF OR SHOULD I BLOW

PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT I'LL BE FINE

AFTER I'VE WAITED ALL THIS TIME

SO YOU'VE GOT TO LET ME KNOW

SHOULD I SNIFF OR SHOULD I BLOW?

 

IT'S ALWAYS SNEEZE, SNEEZE, SNEEZE

siempre achu, achu, achu

THIS MAN FLU'S GOT ME ON MY KNEES

manflu me tiene arrodillas

...

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Also by Dave Carr:

There's an App |

humour

Burr

The way an R is furred when spoken

A raw voice before it is fired

A desire that catches in me

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Also by Neil Richards:

For those imprisoned in Syria | Lines from Novica Tadic | advice for blood donors |

The Wind in The Chimney

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How strong am I today!

Says the wind in the chimney

Thrashing and trashing your trees

Whirling up leaves and buffeting

Birds like they’re being chucked away

By an unseen hand. Listen to the rain!

Listen to the rain drumming on your tiles

Causing you damage householder

Says the wind in the chimney.

 

You can’t stop me now!

Sings the wind in the chimney...

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Also by STEVE RUDD:

The deceased's last meal was a cheese and tomato omelette |

Domestic Science

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I

At school I learnt that domestic science was not my thing,

drove Mrs Wright to distraction

with the carnage of eggs shells and flour I left behind,

bemused her with my sense of humour;

that I could laugh

when my Swiss Roll refused to roll,

my Apple Crumble, crumble

my meringues fail to fluff

until

weary of her w...

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But first, through the gate.

Knock and the door will be opened, but first you must get through the gate.

Ask and the words will be spoken, as long as you're prepared to wait.

Seek, and ye shall find, as long as you know what IT is.

Come, to the house of the master, but remember that inside is HIS.

 

What did HE expect to find?

Walking around with God in mind.

He looked for the word, but only fou...

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Pillow Fights

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Is anything more fun

than a pillow fight?

Childlike, innocent, fresh, simple,

always ending in laughter,

sometimes in clouds of feathers

and parental protests.

You love the one you 'hurt'.

You laugh till nearly sick,

glad to be alive,

overflowing with mischief and glee.

 

Few things more painful

than the hissed venom of the 'grown-up' fight

ly...

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Also by Dave Bradley:

Hippies | Nurikabe | Thou |

prakorb

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brush past the henna-handed

dreadlock-tourist-filled

formica topped tables

 

& turn at the dead end

is Shangri-La

 

another world

they sit dirty feet away

yet never know my realm

of jasmine flowers

and lush green plants

that know no names

 

never see the shrine of 

concrete and candle wax

the glass of water, fruit

a garland...

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Also by Banksy:

the kissing gate | is it just me.... | Geoff |

'It's Time To Face... Resignation' (Performance)

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Earlier in the week I performed 'It's Time To Face... Resignation' at the Empire Theatre in Blackburn. On the following YouTube link, you'll find my rendition!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mMpcy9u1Dc

 

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Tongue

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photo credit: Kari Musil

Tongue

I

Miss your mouth and 

Things it says

Wet fat kisses and

Flavors in your juices

Slow lingering movements across

Your pallet and the voice behind your

Kisses telling stories of Independence Day

Fireworks from your heart 

I miss your other mouth

With its distinctive smile 

Feel of warm silk

On my tongue

An...

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Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):

Knozz Moe King | Pannonica | Autumn Dance | ImproviXation #107 & China! | REVOLUTION: SIRONE by Ijeoma C. Thomas |

Attempt At A Poem in the Style of Tu Fu

 

"We seek him here, we seek him there,
Those Frenchies seek him everywhere.
Is he in heaven?—Is he in hell?
That damned, elusive Pimpernel"
 
- Baroness Emma Orczy
 
 
The puddle has swallowed a full moon
The necessary monsoon washed the wild dogs' mess from the path
I'm only airborne for as long as the flame stays alight
Just as well I'm made f...

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Now and then

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Now and then

I want to tell you

I am something different

To what you think I am.

 

I want to hold your hand

Now and then

And look into your eyes

Before turning away

Suddenly just to confuse you.

 

Now and then

I want to write love song

After love song

For you

And keep writing

Until the skin starts

To fall off my fingers.

 

...

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Also by Andy N:

Womb Sunrise |

love poem

talking therapy

This poem is partly dedicated to a/my counsellor/therapist who won't necessarily thank me for referring to him as a punk rocker! 

 

 

I say I don't want anti-depressants

for ears still blast top of every mast full of my ex's rants

her 10 years on unhappy Prozac

right off her it won't go up brolly trolley track,

knife in my chest (that was her worst - or best)

but...

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Also by martin rimmington:

(untitled) | (untitled) |

Gobby Gabby!

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