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The Fifty-Ninth Minute

The Fifty-Ninth Minute



     Don’t jump oh Lord,

Do not ponder expectations of living here,

Give yourself some room to manoeuvre

And sway instead the rhythm of life

As blues take an arbitrary hold,

For we are old and tired,

And sick of living lies.


     All our collective tears,

All our raging hysterics flowing

Salt, water, emotion,

Are not apparen...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

World | Growing Up | PLAYING POKER ON TRAINS | Wings | The Dying | TV People |


NEW YEAR THOUGHTS - a re-post to carry on the idea !

So...it's out with the Old

And in with the New,

But please remember

Whatever you do -

Let the Old serve its purpose

And be a reminder

To make sure the New

Finds us better and kinder!

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Also by M.C. Newberry:


Voices Off

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Voices Off

Dry today and a powder blue sky

Liquid rays paint rubber plant shadows on the back wall

I ignore the “to do” list and read to John Coltrane

“You should be outside on day like this” voices my mother

“Got his nose stuck in a book again” mutters my father.

I could be sweeping up fallen leaves

Brushing the muddy path

Raking the moss

A fire perhaps to glorify a win...

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New Year - New Beginnings


All we can do makes no difference
All that we see makes it worse
All that we feel is more pain
All that we say is useless
All that we are is dust
All that we want is
Impossible unless
We take the
First step.



I know that I loved you,
And more than a little,
But now you are gone.

I feel...

Too heartless to beat,
Too lonely to need,
Too empty to c...

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Also by Ian Beckett:

Prison - Mandela thoughts |


DARKNESS-battle of a kid

After the sun has decided to sleep,

You have spread your kingdom so feary,

With this a terror has made a peep,

That has made my life so teary.


Mother has pictured you as a ghost,

And warned me not to scream,to escape,

So in sleep,I tried hard to get lost,

But in fear of you,sleep did escape.


Over bed I was left helpless,

Searching a weapon to kill you,

And d...

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photo credit: Kari Musil 

Like whiskey aged


Slowed down

Old school

Remembered for it’s bite

Some flavors are acquired taste

Between dark history

And magic fairies 

Is a legacy of ghosts

Who will not be stilled

By death or passage into

Other dimensions

Weeds are designated

By those with shallow perspectiv...

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

House Of Harris |

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Santa baby!

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It was two seventee-een

when I saw this plastic quee-een

and the way she looked was like a dirty mare

so I quickly got shut of Patricia

when I saw Miss Santa there.


Her plazzy eyes glanced at me-ee

and I-I could see-ee

that before my nob got soft

we'd be in bed yip-pee-ee!

shes not got a big pvc brother-yaye!

but I hope a hole two to spare.


Well my appe...

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painted into a corner

I paint myself inspired, intense,

dismayed but remain just a fat old man

who can’t get laid

such a contrary slut
bathing myself in the corporate filth
served in styrofoam cups

the master of diversion

ooh look
the circus is in town

maybe now is my chance
to pull up and over and run away
with a tired old sawdust queen
sold as seen

amidst this arrid contemplation

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Also by Paul Sands:

grey sky drinking | Free Poetry Book | did I ever say I was “good people”? | where there are fish you will often find bicycles (in six days god did what?) | Paper |

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Hung Out To Dry

Hung Out To Dry

If God the father sent Christ to die
For the sins of you and I,
Wear a crown of thorns, bleed and cry
Oh dad you've hung me out to dry,
Forsaken me, nailed me high (heave and sigh) -
Then I don't understand the truth,
Of this cosmic act of child abuse.

Where one cannot do otherwise, blame
Cannot be assigned. Judas & the Jews
Constrained, fitted up, put in the frame,
A suicide null and void. A...

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Ulop Flight

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Ulop Flight

Her PERFUME was like a vapour trail.                                                                                

She flew in THAT sky.                                                                                                               

She CLIMBED higher and higher.                                                                                       

They CHA...

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Hex contains swearing | Meeting | What's Your Name? | HIS LATEST FLAME/FUGITIVE | ROUND ONE | Eclipsing Karin’s Fracture |

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Time is in the Moment

Probably my last blog of 2013 so all the very best for the New Year everyone;



Time is in the moment 
The moment is in the deed
The deed is in the action
The action is in the need

Time is in the moment
The moment of the choice
The choice is in the substance
The substance gives us a voice.

Time is in the moment
The moment of the voice
The voice is in the message
The lips ...

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Also by Steve:

Our House | View From the Urban Jungle |



i know not who dwells in my brain,

maybe its you, maybe its him.

maybe its the morphine,

in my blood stream.

or maybe its just my lucid dream.

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Also by Lory Gaur:

that silence.. | yellow | the music turns away |

Surviving Christmas

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Surviving Christmas last year
Your eyes changed colour
At the end of it
Underneath the lamp
Near the window,

Counting sheep

Breathing half submerged

Mirroring the quietness
Of the road outside

Except for the memory
Of that last drink
Scattered on the floor. 

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Also by Gray Nicholls:

Strange Love |

Christmas Wrap

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Yo hear me now; yo lissen hear

It’s time to wrap dis time o year

So all yo sisters an yong bloodz

Spread de word ararnd yo hudz

So trolleys up an baggies darn

An turn dat Burby cap ararn

An wrap

Ye wrap


An all dem Aldiz an best dealz

Gimme what yo got fo realz

Scent fo sis, dem socks fo bro

An Advoca fo ma fo sho. Yo!

Check out yo knowin which is which


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Also by John Coopey:

Aggie the Elephant | In The Grotto | Hey There, Vagina | I Miss The Man That I Used To Be | Fairy Lights | I Blame That Prawn Vindaloo |

Poem: And He Whispered...

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Trying to understand
my place in this complicated world,
my soul was sorely troubled -
And He whispered to me softly.

Trying to comprehend
my divine purpose within His Family,
my desires were unfocused -
And He whispered to me gently.

By giving myself completely to Him,
I found absolute abundance
that's sustained by Salvation's foundation -
And He whispered to me quietly...

"Well done ...

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Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:

Poem: White for Harvest | Poem: Why Would You Love Me? | Poem: The Partridge in the Pear Tree | Poem: Drawn To You | Poem: Brought to Enlightenment | Poem: Fragile, Flawed and Easily Broken | Poem: New Age Spirituality | Poem: Immortality | Poem: Show of Hands |

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Chasing patterns around the ceiling

candle flickering

in the half-light


Chasing patterns around the mind

with myself dickering

hunting for the right


Chasing patterns around you

so little bickering

you’re a delight

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Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas, my dear friends!
At this holy feast let's hold out hands!

Let’s think and dream of the best!
You are all my dearest and blessed.

Without you I can’t imagine my life,
And with you I can stand any strife.

Long awaited Christmas has come!
For me and you it’s a true momentum.

The holy star, my friends, has lightened,
The whole world for us has brightened.

The star’s the harbinger of...

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waiting wanting

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...along the shoreline water's edge ...I skim across its foaming roar, ...I see her standing on the ledge... of rock and waiting wanting more...


foto and words Tommy Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Nelson: good cop - bad cop | Hold me - when does the giving ever stop? |

Circe's Antidote

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Circe’s Antidote

you crawl from the damp earth
where we buried you last year
your gnarled fingers scraping
away from the soil
reaching for the skies
who tip their tears upon your
outstretched pleading aspirations
dying ice crystals melt around
your roots chilling your heart
turning your petals to snow
you dance a lazy swaying waltz
urged on by an insistent breeze
blanching the green...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Christmas Eve | Iconoclast |

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(and dwelt among us)



A happy, peaceful, (and merry)

Christmas to all my fellow poets

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Bedraggled and lonely

Gently gnawing nails

they sit on a heap of refuse

THEY — called by many

A wacky tale-bearer



The cord of time stretches

Speech is let loose

Truth prowls


Hear the traffic

In falsehood cease

Hear marooned voices



…shh! Listen!

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Also by Justin:


Winter's Song

It starts as nothing more than air.

The curl of frozen breath or a

hint of smoke collapsed on the wind

icing latent tress laid bare.

Carried through winter's dark womb

of hard silver frosts. Muted snow

a million silent lights, sharp

in the stiffening cold, a harp-

song of hope. Until suddenly

it's obvious. Obvious like

the moon, full on a cloudless night,

through t...

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Also by Andy Ainsworth:

Hidden horizons | Hidden horizons |



It was Christmas Eve in the Abbey

And we sat on pilgrim pew

Tomb- hedged by The Oppressed

 Or History’s Victors blessed.

The candles were all flickering

On martyrs at their rest

And the politics of certainty

Cast shadows at my feet.


The heavy door gusted open

Like musket- hammered wood,

 I retraced intent to keep the warmth

But turned at frosted breath.


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A Gift X

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best wishes folks

A Gift x


Waiting in the queue

As far back as the eyes can see

I wait

And wait

To get you something

For all the things you’ve done for me


Priceless, you gave it free

Held my hand when sadness swept over  me

A smile at the end of a long day.

I’m paying you back in a small way



Waiting in the queue,

Tired after a long day.


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It’s still remembered today

The bomb that didn’t explode

That crashed through the church ceiling

During the Second World War

Sparing some three hundred lives


A replica may be seen

Here in the vestry corner

At St Mary’s in Mosta

With photos of the soldiers

Called to make the real bomb safe


And despite votive candles


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Catching a falling star

There was a star that I once prayed to like me it was stuck out in space
Till one day it fell and I followed suit when I woke I remember your face
Suddenly the darkness was replaced by the spark of us and the way your lips taste
Everyday an urgency to be next to you no more time is waste
A new definition of hurt I've come to know to want someone this way 
I'll never hold back when intwined in...

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love poetry

Christmas Poem for Cathy (2013)

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Put your head against mine
On Christmas morning
Just before the Alarm goes off
And your cats start marching
Up and down in your kitchen
And remember what it was like,
Of the way Snow used to come down
Outside where you used to live
Leaving that taxi taking us to my parents
Going up and down that hill
Like it was trying to tackle
A ski slope rather than a ride ...

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Also by Andy N:

For Nelson Mandela |

The Quiet Compere Tour 2014 Dates

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The Quiet Compere Tour is supported using public funding by the National Lottery through Arts Council England.

Manchester – The Three Minute Theatre - Friday 31st January 2014

York – The Cityscreen Basement Bar - Friday 28th February 2014

Birmingham – MAC Hexagon - Friday 21st March 2014

Kendal – Brewery Arts Centre - Saturday 26th April 2014

Liverpool – Blackburne House Café - Frid...

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Only seen a photograph

Only seen a photograph

Will she be fat
Will she be thin.
Will she smell of Garlic
Are her toes crooked.
Are her teeth straight
Does she squint.
I want all of this
Perhaps not the Garlic.

She will be sweet
She will be loving.
Her nature pure
Adventurous, impulsive.
Exploring me
Taking, giving.
Touching feeling
Loving and sure.

Will he be fat
Will he be thin.
Just between th...

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Also by Leslie Smith:

Brittle Wings | Petals | Astrologist | Living with a Self Harmer | Music | The Robins Nest | The Nameless Baby | Waiting to Fly | Cyprus Today | North Cyprus Advocates | Falling | Internet Dating | The Fairy | The friend that was | One Star | The Cart | Bye your Side | Carob Cottage |

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Blurred years roll in and out of mind.
Old stones thrown to ripple stilled lakes
show, how supple experience can be.
Pleats in the cloth were absurdities. 
Revealed, in retrospect, as feet
firming the sand of our foundation.

Now we stand on stone, solid
as Stockport’s viaduct on hay.
The river flows below us, as we watch
guttering lanterns float away,
and trains cross to othe...

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Love Unimagined

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There is a love that goes unimagined

Running deep within the spirit,

One that doesn’t show every thought

Nor the fleeting gestures that it might merit.


Yet it is so true and strong unimagined

Weaving strands of diamond thread,

One that isn’t always on display

But yet is saluted in the very stars instead.


It will be there in worlds unimagined

Outshining all thin...

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Who Invited You?

The trendiest party in all of town

At least trendy by my book

I've brought with me a six pack of ale

And an epicurean look


The host he is a top notch guy

I sit next to him in English

My invite is far from secure

And may have been relinquished


As I enter this terraced house

My heartbeat starts to soar

Hipsters, skinheads, rugby lads

All mope across the flo...

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Also by Piss Poor Poet:

Lost in the Supermarket |

The Prophet of A and E- this is a poem in my new play

Lulled and startled-

Bleeding by the babbling brook of the caged telly

Lulled and startled-

Snapped bones jar at the swish of the double doors

That shroud the curses of fun loving nurses


Skin as raw and cold as corn beef

Some teath broken

From biting the apple


This man has been picked on


And buggered

All his life

You know

He’s been squashe...

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Also by CathyLCrabb:

Gifts |

NHSThe Prophet

A Clean Limerick

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There was a black cat on a grave

He did not want to misbehave

He was abandoned there

And it was just not fair

But then he attended the Zombie Rave





This Limerick was inspired
by "Limerick Friday"/Facebook

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The possible dream

I remember looking up,
holding your big hand;
the moon large and bright

just like it is tonight --

we walked hand in hand
as we talked of dreams
and visiting far away lands.

I remember looking down
at my shoes, hands on my lap
as I was told to apply myself --

just hunker down;

I alone had to make my path
no talk of dreams or wishes
until the work before me was done.


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Notice - events - ThePoetry Spoke - not on Tonight or...

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The 2nd January.

Our next event is not until the 16th of January (3rd week in January).

Happy Christmas everyone!

Best of


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Also by Chris Co:

ThePoetry Spoke Christmas Party/Glenys' leaving do! |


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Live in my house

But do not leave a footprint

Upon my life.

No cup nor plate

To mark your passing.

No hair on brush

No careless towel

 In blameless bathroom.


No toasted crumb

No waste nor wrap

On flawless floor

No ill placed bag

Nor muddied boot

In hallowed hall.


I will ignore the path

I see you take.


You m...

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Worried about family conflicts this Clashmas, especially those of a political nature? My new book of poems will bring instant harmony! Order from http://www.attilathestockbroker.com/ in the next couple of days for delivery by Crassmas!

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Snowman Xmas Rap

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I goes by the name of frosty don’t you know

A cool snowman who is the star of the show

Hey happy seasonal people I got nowhere to go

I am stuck to the spot watching the festive glow

Just saw a reindeer fly across the night sky

Santa rocking by on a sleigh said yo ho ho ho hi

Three dudes going by the name of the wise men

Asked me the way to the town of Bethlehem

I looked up ...

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They treat me like im made out of glass. That im so fragile ready to break at any second. Yeah, I got cracks all over my body, but doesn’t mean if I take one more step that I will shatter. But the cracks somehow keep showing up and im freaking out cause I don’t want anyone to see. All I need them to think is that im strong and unbreakable. That nothing can take me down.


All I hear is you g...

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Also by Emily:

Doll | The gun to your head will NOT save you sir | What Ive Seen. |

Ellisian Fields

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Although we stare until our eyes go fuzzy
nothing stirs,  no whisker,  not a nostril.
The pond has want of life but we live hopeful:
the fringing sedge is dense,  the water scuzzy
and these impediments can well excuse the
absence of movement.  At least we have a photo,
a snap displaying capybara profiles,
unmistakable if somewhat muzzy.

A quarter hour ago the pair revealed
their forms i...

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Also by Tim Ellis:

Poem for Nelson Mandela. |

Writing In Fire - live version

Here it is - recorded by the lovely Joy France at the Tudor crimbo party last Thursday! For some reason, it won't work from the blog entry but it will on the Comments box! Meh. See below :)

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Also by Laura Taylor:

McGarrigle’s Glasgow |

I will never let you know

I will never let you know


They same time heals pain

Breaking up then seemed sane

But the happy memories last

The pain is shrouded in the past


I did not think

That when I hear your name my heart would sink

And now I feel a fool

As I try and play it cool


When I see you my resolve begins to flake

I try to hide it for my own sake

Yet I am haunted by the ...

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Metanoia - A Glimpse Of My Journey

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I remember the day my heart spoke to me, it cried out in a voice of pain.

Begging me, pleading with me, eventually persuading me, to take charge and make change to my life.

In a beat of that heart, my mind was changed.

I had crumbled at the realisation to what suffering I had caused myself and others around me.

I cried with hurt and remorse, with a serious aching, a sadness in my soul.


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There is so much more to life than poetry

I would like to stay on site to follow someone who uses a pen name, but I feel there is much more to life than poetry,internet sites,books ect.

I love my life despite all the ups and down.

I have had a fascinating life full of richness and packed with laughter but those experiences don't make good poems.

I managed to get mum to go in a wheelchair we spent 3 hrs in town and tesco and laugh...

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Click It

(with apologies to Michael Jackson)


They told him Christmas time is getting so near

Don't want to go shopping you'd better look right here

The goods are there and the instructions are clear

So click it, just click it


You better order stuff whenever you can

The Trafford Centre is one big traffic jam

Just sit back, wait for the delivery van

So click it - cos you nee...

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The Mind F***er


I sit there. My hands are shaking and my brain is in so many sections....

like a shattered mirror whose pieces never fit quite right anymore...

I never wanted to go into the A&E but he and she said I should else something bad occurs.

I go... bitter and twisted about the experience, but I go.

I sit waiting in the reception. I'm scared and I'm worried about those peopl...

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Also by Aaron Dinsdale:

BULLY | Meadowell | The Ballad of Lou Reed | Until the Light Goes Out | Day One |

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