Poetry Blogs (Jan 2013)

The paint and the past

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The wind it tackles

The leaves and the litter

The leaves and the litter

The leaves and the past

 

The sun it dries

The paint and the puddles

The paint and the puddles

The paint and the past

 

I saw the land quickly approaching

the bend in the river

that soon would be passed

I saw her look

I knew she was leaving

The leaves and the puddl...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Scales | Scales | Going knowing gone | Benefit cuts | Lovely Vale Park | What lay beneath | Advice to women |

Cat Competition Extended Deadline

A couple of WOL's hardiest veterans have spotted that the competition has attracted just 4 entries and have said strongly that the deadline should be extended (you know who you are and thanks for the interest!)

Therefore, to celebrate a cat's amazing possession of 9 lives, the deadline will be extended to 9th Feb (a Saturday). As well as the original themes, the poem may also be about or co...

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Also by Dave Bradley:

Jumping the queue | Cat. Prize competition last few days | Oddle Poddle | The Last Kiss | Cat. Prize competition |

 

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Going Home Time

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When I was with the Coal Board I worked for some right bastards. 

This wasn’t unusual.  The Coal Board’s cultural style was what management gurus euphemistically call “heroic”.  Managers were bastards and, to succeed, staff needed to emulate them if they wanted to become managers.

One particular manager I worked for could have made my life a misery were it not that I were so...

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Also by John Coopey:

Samantha Louise and Sweet Sarah Jane | Hotel Fawlty Towers | Old Ladies | Honduras | Penis Penis | You've Met The Met | Gays (No Sex Please - We're Bishops) | Mr Gabardine Man - Part 2 | Sell-By Dates - The Great Rip-Off |

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Tanka

 

It is cold outside

Yet almond trees bear flowers

Sun and rapid rain

Winter and spring dance tango

A green leaved oak applauds

 

 

 

 

 

Tanka

A charming princeling

Fight battles in a lost war

Pleased by his dimness

The tabloids are triumphant

He has made war glamorous   

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

the bay | haiku | Tasmania | antelope | sea life | the wish | the vulgar and the beautiful | the gentle boy | Food in Oslo | the new me | posh poetry | tiny drones |

Rzhepicks 2013

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So many faces I’ve seen!

Now I do believe Darwin.

                        ***

The patient was treated for jaundice,

The autopsy showed he was Chinese.

                         ***

Rotten is well hidden and forgotten.

                         ***

Do you mind?

Or you don't mind

because you don't have mind?

                         ***

The wor...

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Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

In the Beginning Was the Word... | Tomorrow | Rzhepicks 2013 |

 

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Wards

Lady Jane Grey was little more

than a holiday home, a change of air;

Elizabeth Woodville was Long Stay –

students dreaded placement there.

Hers was a thicker atmosphere: moon-fogged

with menace throughout the year.

It’s the Western Australian Blue Mist, Doctor,

or else I’m losing my eyesight.

 

When a man said he wanted to meditate

it meant he wanted to ...

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Legally Tender

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The key of currency
is the changing of hands,
a baton passed on
in constant motion
that binds together
all its participants.

A fresh, crisp bill
is a virgin still,
between your fingers
whose anticipation
and epic journey
are yet to unfold.




 

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Special force

I HATE love.

The way it clings to me.

Covertly finding a way in.

Gradually displacing my love of hatred.

 

Fuck!.......you see?

 

there it is again!

oh! the crafty beautiful bastard!

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My son's first love

 

I said to myself I would like you

After all

We had both been swimming

Against a tide

A thing worth having…

And all that

 

 ‘There isn’t a girl in this world that doesn’t like me’

I said to him

Wanting that to be true

And one day in floats you

Quietly striding the breadth

Of the living room

Terrified

Expecting to see a monster

Tha...

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To chase or not to chase ?That is the question.

Serious accidents involving police chases are more common than you think.

The pursued in a panic to get away drive to the brink.

A stampede ignites in the perpertrators brain and panic sets in,

Innocent lives abruptly ended,completely destroyed, a sin !

 

6/01/13  South London

A positive hit on the police car's automatic number recognition system percipitates panic,

...

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Also by hugh:

A miracle recovery for baby Sam | Clare Foges -this girl is on fire. | Anaesthetised !! | The last whine ! | Stamina rebuild advice for Stan the" stallion" goes wrong | Tasty Equine Segments,Customer Outrage !! | Accrington Victoria Hospital | The loneliness of Lucy | Is your driving licence valid ? | A callous and cowardly crime committed in Greenford, West London - 19/11/12. |

Each Branch I Snap

 

each branch I snap spills
accusations of every broken neck I ever wished
so out of politeness I bow my head
to show the dotted line,
the hemp tattooed severance knot;
that grace, which allows my hands
such time to forsake the face
of saved history
when everyday swings
the way of an ending that wont be changed
the grass, as always, redder
on that...

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Also by Paul Sands:

Iced | tallulah zeitlos | We Chose Hooks | Policy | Trip | Eye |

 

 

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How We Used To Live

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                          How We Used To Live.

                        

                          When bestiaries were commonplace

                          and symbolised a path to grace,

                          the sheen that lights a raven’s wing

                          was held to be a common thing;

                          until such features lost ...

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The Giant Slayer

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The Giant Slayer
 
Eighty centimetres tall that’s all he is, that makes me a giant, a real life giant
Just to compare….. If he was my height I’d be over 12 feet tall
 
This Giants not a big scary giant though, this is a cuddly giant
A funny giant, a dancing giant, a laughing giant and one that snores in the morning
 
“WAKE UP DADDY!” that’s what he shouts f...

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Also by Ged Thompson/ A Liverpool Poet:

My Dragon | Blue Lights, No Siren | The Latest Craze | Caught Between The Devil And A Dragon | How brave a poet | Four Leaf Clover | Rekindle cake (plus video performance attached at bottom) | Goodness Gracious - a video poem by Ged Thompson | While you sleep |

 

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Sexy at Sixty

I was fit and feisty at fifty
It was no big deal
Because that's how half a century
Is supposed to feel.

In my sixties I'll take stock
Start making great plans
Ignoring all the 'you can'ts'
And embracing all the 'I cans'.

Can I be sexy at sixty?
And try all the fashions and fads
Wear stockings and suspenders
And Joan Collins shoulder pads.

I can deal with sexy at si...

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Also by Hazel Connelly:

No Simple Life | Faded Firelight | Edward | ROBERT BURNS | The Grass Is Greener |

Zuni

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Zuni

I'm the defective detective.

I marvel at the whiteness of frozen snow.

Left right upper leg.

Do you like beer?

No I like Ricky Gervais.

I'm inside the tumble dryer spinning in space.

Just made a hillinit bloody hooooot.

 

Why do I let the last 5 years drag me down?

Chained to me,

self destroying me from within.

 

I'm the Phantom Ray...

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Also by nick armbrister:

Sky Fight | poems from my new book THE RANTINGS OF A DAMAGED MIND co wrote with Mel... | PLANET EARTH | FLY | Cyanide Footsteps, Arsenic Touch | New Beginnings (by Mel) | Daddy's Poem by unknown poet | my new poem book co written with Mel Grobler |

 

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The End but not the Means

Bright blue veins stretch a map across her belly,

giving no indication what’s happening underground.

Her hand cups the full-moon, the cusp of new life;

the woman dreams as cells are dividing, beginning.

 

A sudden panic of white coats round a monitor,

two on the phone, the others inflated with facts.

The woman no longer exists, she’s just a vessel grown in size

w...

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A Haiku: Political Correctness Gone Mad

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Streaker on the news.

Epileptics warned against

Flashing images.

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Also by Mark Niel:

The Girl on the Jubilee Line |

The Prawnmen And The Press Gangs

 

     A couple of hundred years ago, and a decade or two on top of that, the Poole Prawnmen found themselves in a perplexity. And there was a very good reason for that: it was all because of the King wanting to be at war with the French at that time. That was one of their traditions y'see – it had been going on for centuries that the English and the French took it in turns to declare war o...

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Also by Ledger de la Bald:

Rum, Weedy and Bilgewater | A Tradition Saved |

Where

Do tell me where I am, he said;
the men wear bras upon their head.
I said, I'm sure of where you are:
the Scottish town of Head-in-Bra.

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Also by Thomas Thurman:

Margaret | Pop Up Poetry video | Thomas Malthus | Ambition | Horatius |

Way Back Home

There’s always a way back home.

Maybe no one told you

But cement and brick last a long time,

Even when neglected.

You can disappear for a year or ten

Then come back again, to the street,

And watch history repeat

As memories breathe through old concrete.

And maybe it’ll seem strange to meet,

After all it was there I learnt life can be like

Spoilt conjoined...

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Also by Wez Jefferies:

Fashion antithesis | 'Cos it's the ones that love you |

 

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Blizzard

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In this cold darkness
Serene and fragile, I breathe the dust
Coming from the lamp above
Floating in peace and harmony
 
When you come home now
A glimpse of the void, in the large gap
Left by your carelessness
Portal closes, breathe again now
 
Sit by candlelight
Honed by your expectation, it's come
Show me your true behaviour
Jump around...

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Also by David Blake:

Futile Boundaries | Orange Garden | The Intruder |

 

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Truth often comes in drag - as a paradox

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By 5.45pm on a bitterly-cold day recently, following a call to the car mechanic, I'd had enough. Nothing was going right. Not the three new poems I was working on.  Not my car. Nothing.

New furry hat on (thanks, Oonagh) then up the hill I went to the MASSIVE Ss Peter and Paul Church, New Brighton, Wirral (well, if you're gonna do 'Church Triumphant' you might as well do it New Brig...

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Also by Steve Regan:

Such misery - in Goole, Hull and Wigan |

city in the sand

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There is a city, hidden in the sand

where few have visited. I understand

it glitters in the scorching noonday sun.

To find it is the dream of anyone

who feels that they deserve great wealth,

who follow, creeping like a sphinx, in stealth

to enter through the golden portals great -

answer a riddle and confirm their fate.

The city’s treasures are truly renown...

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Also by Ann Foxglove:

january fairy | dead sheep |

 

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Turn of the year

Grasping at half-conscious illusions,

The new year arcs through the post-Christmas crash,

As philosophical ironies regarding love appeared before, 

The most voluptuous scene, 

And whether this love sought others, 

Or only itself to please, 

The difference is not always clear.

 

As such, the turn of the year has all watching, 

As the time for a fresh start is ...

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Also by Joshua Van-Cook:

The passing of the minute |

STREET SCENE - LONDON 2013

The sound of running footsteps,

"No, no, please don't" - then a scream.

The knives were out to kill that shout

And murder the hope and the dream.

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

STREETWISE | MAN MADE RELIGION | WHERE ARE YOU GORDON BROWN? | NEW YEAR THOUGHTS |

Snowblind

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SNOWBLIND

 

Like a pristine field of snow

you glare back at me and I know

that even with the greatest will

I’ll never get the words to spill

upon your virgin gown.

 

I want to smudge the ashes of my dreams

upon your frigid, frozen streams

that when the summer sun’s aglow

lap gently with a lazy flow

caressing inspiration from my brow.

 

My ...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Vermin | Yggdrasil | Twelfth Night |

 

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DEATH ROW

I was inspired to write this piece after watching Trevor Macdonald's 'Death Row' documentaries on ITV; inevitably this work contains some images of extreme vilence, taken from reality.

 

There's a man on death row who knows he's guilty and deserves to die

for what he's done; he's been waiting 7 years for his final release 

to come, and with another 7 years to go before he can be...

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Also by Philip Fletcher:

Sir Patrick Moore. | HOMOGYNY. | HI-DIDDLE-DE-DE. |

 

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Sea Battle

 

Salt spray the sensation you’d think to miss,

the heaving deck your only anchor

as the sun rises on set sails

and the canon roars.

 

A shout into oblivion, the black

trajectory of the missile falling

short, creating a fountain of brine

while the mate mouths

oaths and the captain shouts.

 

Blood on the decks as all hands

wield mops and pails ...

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Also by Tony Earnshaw:

Olympics in Dorking |

The cat, the damselflies, and the deer

That Google thrill;

seeing your name overtake

drain clearers, garage owners,

estate agents, even playwrights.

Habit had to be fed,

became second nature.

Alarmingly easy. Just change

a location, you’re on to a winner.

 

Imitation built a growing

reputation; flattery,

offers to publish

a first collection. That

MA in creative writing.

Creativ...

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Cat Comp

60th

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Millions of flames.

The one left

must burn forever.

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That 'White iced Rain' ....

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....That 'White Iced Rain' is falling again,

the Winter scene all white and plain ...

That Winter white glow,

ooooo 'tis cold ya know!'

Children play snow men grow ...

 

Out in  morn 'where's the car'

its all so white can see so far!

 

Winter Woolies come out,

gloves come on,

birds fly high,

oh,

where's their bread gone!!

 

Scrape away...

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Sniper

I felt nothing at first.
Just the loud crack of a distant whip, the echo
Bouncing through the crumbling streets and fetid alleyways,
Painted with the stench of unintentional sacrifices
And scorched by the Middle Eastern sun.
He can see me, this one, even now,
Staring down the lens like a wayward sailor scanning distant rocks for Sirens,
Tempting him to death.
He’s watching me cr...

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Also by Simon Austin:

In Your Skin | Oh Darkness, Sweet Darkness | Giants of the Earth | Mortality |

 

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Soho

For two days and two nights we architect a megalomania

in defiance.  Disguised in stray abandon amongst oblivious streets.

Scavenging on Oxford Street you buy skinny black jeans and converse.

Just like mine. We shamelessly crawl sex shops for new toys

and sully Soho square’s benches with marijuana smoke. 

You recite poetry loudly, off the cuff of your duffle coat,

none o...

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Also by Katy Megan Hughes:

Grief | Should I tell her? | Utterly disobedient poetess... | Choice or Dilemma? |

 

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The Magician Cat

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The magician cat.

Folds it front feet underneath

where they disappear

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At the door you turned back to me
And smiled so I would believe.
You said you would be back by November
And it wouldn’t be another lonely winter
Without you.

Well, the leaves on the ground already came
And a cold grey sky is all that remains.
 

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Wotawee

Big and hairy

Small and smooth

We come as a pair

Dirty or clean

Our work can be seen

Everywhere!

 

We do dishes

Can be soft as you like

You’ll often find us

Round an open mike

Swinging loose

Or screwed up tight

We can be left

And we can be right

 

Catch us in the act

You’ll find we are red

Use us to stand upright

Feel t...

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High Viz

 

Invisible man with low status
I need to be seen during poor lighting or weather conditions
Too retroreflective stripes
Helps to distinguish between objects and people
Work and cycling
A substance that has absorbed light
Emitting light
Still shining more in the moonlight
Than in the daylight
More easily discernible from the background
When in environ...

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Sonnet on Death

This is an ekphrasis on L'Agonie by Felicien Rops.

 

 

Sonnet on Death

Demons clutch at your rib-cage ladder

Grasping the arteries, choking your veins

Your bones are now fragile and ready to shatter

Oh dear, you're looking quite pale.

Your bloodless skin is as thin as paper

With cavities where worms slither in.

A struggling heart still resisting the Taker

...

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A Crying Shame

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Shame - the greatest shambles; a sham

sex and guilt, beauty and modesty; molest

pitted in the stomach like acid,

spat swallowed pity, feeding starvation, an unquenchable famish, unsensibly sore

malnourished habits die hard, and lonely, resentfully

twisting and turning and diving, deprived

 

Lies for eyes, for ears and the nose; twitch

flies on the flesh of ...

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Also by Ludo:

2012 | Education | The Formula for Art |

 

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Grey Morning

She  awoke,

And thought to find in the dawn’s smoky gloom

Her  friend;

But when she touched his damp cheek

He asked, ‘Are we still in our roles?’

His shuddering breath betrayed

The cold question.

‘Yes,’ she answered kindly, ‘we are.’

But ... Oh … Oh!

The light was cruel.

 

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Old Laddies

 

Proligue

 

 

Okay fine folk of Write Out Loud……….and Nick! It was bin some time nuw that myself have written anything of umour, most of my werk pondering the more makaber of lifes machinashions. To this end, myselv have conduced a piece of wirk that gos some way into eleeviating the prejudism that is a-ssosiated with the more eldery of our populous. It is a werk that took some...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

The Sad Loss | Out of Darkness | A Planet Soul of Solitude | Gulf War Syndrome (Updated) |

Winter In My Soul

Its cold outside

And Winter in my soul

The virgin snowfall numbs my thoughts

And my eyes and ears are frozen whole

 

Still cold and colder still

Passion frozen as passion will

And still the snowflakes fall

As silently as a snowflake tends to fall

 

As cold as cold can be

And the heat within means nothing

It’s the heat from a thousand words in moti...

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Also by Steve:

Ode To A Long Lost Lover | Mum | The Middle of The Night | Black Sunday | This Morning | Man In The Mirror | Past Lives | That Place |

 

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Grapes of Wrath

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It came to pass that my bum turned to farce,

A horrid soreness had came bulging through,

At first unsure, I did not have a clue

About the grapes now glowing from my arse.

 

It came to pass that ideal idea shone,

And cost of treatment would be just some pence,

No reason now to sit astride the fence

When cured I could be soon with problem gone.

 

It c...

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Also by Nick Clifton:

Foot of Snow | Cute and Slim | Ten Points | New Year Forecast |

 

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Lily going by

 

(A revised post from my vanished blogs)

 

Hers was a beauty shear and clear and clean!

 ……………A beauty born to break

 Across the placid sight of placid men,

 Leaving such lovely turbulence in its wake

 That they be never - ever - the same again.

 

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Should he go to Specsavers? |

EAT YOURSELF INTO STARVATION

Over weight, plump face Full plate, In front of your, 40 inch plasma, The afore, the size of your waist, Metaphorically and physicaly so, As you gorge before, Images of underprivileged folk, As you waddle past skeletons, On the high street, I hope your feet meet, The position of what your eyes see. How is it, as the world turns Calories are burned quicker, somewhere in the t...

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Across the sea

The wind that blows
in a breath of time
has no borders,
as it sings new ways
like flickering waves
across the sea.

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Also by Carla Tombacco:

In the maze |

 

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Salsa Man

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                               Salsa Man

I got a rhythm deep inside o me

Dat mek me want ta move n dance

Mi go to da salsa class n tek a chance

I put mi dancin shoes on n me come alive

Dis bruddah is groovin n dats no jive

I got nothing ta say n I aint walkin

Im shakin my ting n lettin my feet do da talkin

 

Everybody is funkin n turnin up da heat 

Mi fee...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

Ma Third Eye |

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Published on Halfway Down The Stairs

http://www.halfwaydownthestairs.net/index.php?action=view&id=429

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Also by Laura Taylor:

Electric Blue (for Avital) |

Meta

 

 

From the shadows of everything,
kin upon skin –
here I stand, incomplete;
years of incomprehensions, unsympathetic
brittle limbs
curving in the belly of the moon.
 
I have three decades under my thumb;
they are light in the complexions
of others; this Chinese lantern paper
allowing;
 a bold bright second
angry against the topaz sky.
...

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Also by Marianne Daniels:

Silence | Winter Hour | Handwriting |

Submission

 

News of your death will hasten my demise.

We always thought that stress would be the problem

and tried to keep our feelings on an even plane,

each helping the other until contention came knocking,

knowing when to back down to let the ripples quietly disperse,

sharing our triumphs like a chocolate biscuit

and facing the challenges like mountaineers,

one each end...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

No Echo | The Man and the Willow |

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