served by the slice  

this body, cut through in the redesign for a different life,

whistles a frayed remembrance leaving naught but remnants

when falling for the suicidal hiatus of a tethered tale

in these days, of the child’s exultation, sing your song

as a lyrical dog chases damsons and damsels and the first and

furriest flavour the dustiest corpse of trees; dark...

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It takes years of pondering to find the right cup;

the right shape and weight, the pattern, the handle.

It is not just a drinking vessel

It is a portal to a world of relaxation.

Maybe I’m wrong and it is just a cup

but I’d be lost without my favourite.

She has picked me up when I’ve felt alone

even with her chipped rim

she makes the perfect brew.

...

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Marching

The year is marching into spring,

As bright soft shoots caress the earth,

The nettles green as catkins burst.

Some gilding for a greater worth.

Go count your money, grasp a coin,

Buy now your place in space and time,

Rise up your monument of stone,

Or walk among the sweet sublime.

Today I saw some ewes with lambs,

The raw wind c...

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What heavy breath escapes you;

matted creature, snorting monster–

four legged man without woman

as master;

your beard twists of licked

charcoal curls; dark- rubbed

with the rolling clouds behind.

I hear the sounds of a wet chest

strained upon the muscle

of your front legs;

an intelligent mind, outside the materials

of a humankind;

free runn...

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love is for somebody other

someone with eye blinkers like shutters

somebody else whose skin has never sensed

the crashing of all its pores

the closure of all of the doors

the suffocation of knowing

now that loves snuck in

only he has the keys

and he licks at the taste of their metals

Never had to question 

the ideas come to mind

all rose tinted

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Today is the day of my last tattoo session in 2012.

From March to December I got so much ink.

More than you can shake a stick at.

Tarot card art, warplanes, poems and much more.

Not sure which is my fave.

Amelia Earhart’s portrait or my Boeing 40 biplane?

My arm gaps are full so I have sleeves.

Space remains on my chest,

time for t...

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now hear this

in Zen they say there are no senses

so why then does this fish

smell like it does

if there’s no form then why

does this fish look so like a fish

if all is emptiness then why

does this fish taste the way it does

if there’s no touch then why

when I stroke this fish does

he laugh out loud and shout

see! see how we conned you?

...

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See rocks when running

Appearing like dark blue flashes

Skipping over wet sand

When counting these days

Seems only like a daydream

When I last climbed here

Clambered over these rocks

Up onto the hurtful grass

The stones are dry and still

Cracked and broken in fragments

Shaped in oddity, left alone

Beside there lay the gap in earth

T...

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Is there something about mid-February...

Some mysterious shut-down day -

That sees a poem disappear

From the WOL light of day?

Is there something about mid-February

Like a black hole beyond the sun,

While poems that come afterwards,

Are shining "two for one"?

Some poems are worth reading twice

Like a letter in the post,

But here is this month...

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Cor looks great

Nice n juicy

Nice n straight.

Yum – unblemished,

Will be good for me.

Yeuk – looks nobbly

Some bits are bad

Some bits are bobbly.

Poo – blemished,

Will be bad for me.

Idiot.

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You are the apple of my eye,

I may be a wrinkled old prune,

But I am a chunky pineapple guy,

Going to be your top banana soon,

You sometimes are a prickly Pear,

And treat me like a raspberry fool,

I know that life isn’t a bowl of cherries,

But I’m your kiwi – oh so cool,

You are as pretty as a peach,

A lovely strawberry surprise,

A melon...

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Warnings

Storms!

We’re all going through storms,

From young to old you can feel the maddening -

Is this the insanity before a cull?

If you press your ear to the floor,

You can hear a silent alarm,

A variable bass tone resonating through

Our world,

It’s cold,

And the chimes from tree ornaments

No longer soothe – no longer imbue

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AND NAKED
somewhat after sonnet XXVII "Desnuda" by Pablo Neruda

And, naked, you are simple as a hand,
and smooth, and round as earth, and clear as glass;
your moonlit lines, your apple-laden land,
as naked as the naked, dancing grass.
And, naked, you are Cuba's darkest night,
whose starlight vines my tracing fingers hold.
And, naked, you are neverending light,
a summer-fill...

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(So I says to Paul Simon, 'If you can use it, use it.')

Hello Spare Room, my old friend,

I’ve come to sleep in you again;

I prefer you to the lounge settee

For these times I’m sent to Coventry,

Never knowing what it is what I have done;

It’s no fun

To suffer Frowns of Silence.

In restless sleep I toss and turned

And mulled the reason I’d been spu...

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(a holiday in two halves)

WEEK ONE

DAY ONE TO SIX…BARBADOES

Over liquored

Over fed

Fronded garden

Downey bed

Tiny sea-shore

Quite secluded

Luxurious

(And all-included)

DAY SEVEN …BARBADOES

In the deep places of the chest

Rumblings become manifest

And strikes the dreaded (rhyme–destroyin...

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I am yours not a fate,

You are mine just a date.

We would better say: Whatever?

Nothing lasts forever.

Life is worth living

without any misgiving.

Nevertheless I say: Take care!

In your heart be fair.

Though love didn’t come,

but you were a charm.

You were only my passion,

my confusion, my obsession.

We can not be together

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His dog craps in my garden

to the sound of metal rock.

His kids creep round my greenhouse

scrawling balls and giant cock.

His wife is bruised and beaten

all around the fucking clock.

His preferred weapon of choice

is to hurt and maim and shock.

Home from church on a Sunday,

he has a bonfire burning -

pitchforking rubber tyres

and dead meat that ...

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The small pond expands
with autumn's tepid rainfall
In ice nothing thrives.

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Day 27... of my attempt to post something new everyday (which will explain the quality)

http://tomarianne.blogspot.co.uk/

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I want neon \  I want chrome  

I want car headlights, streetlights, puddles

I want loud music, I want it  louder//

I want chrome //      I want fluorescent pink         // I want inner city foxes and 3am

There’s a riot in my ribcage matches my feet pounding pavement

This city is mine.

 I want anarchy         I want a signal           

I want last orders

I am the ...

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“Remember these times.” Urging me earnestly

whilst you nuzzle my hair down there.  I dizzy and delight

at your glasses still on. A wicked glint behind

magnified - tantalizes. I draw breathe, thighs tense.

I protest “No, no, you can’t do that it’s the wrong time of….”

You can. You will. You do. Body squirming, eyes wide,

I clutch the duvet, horrified. Yo...

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If ever you

doubt my

love,

look into

my eyes.

The sparkle

you see

in them

is my

love for you.

If ever the

sparkle diminishes,

do not fear.

My love

is not

gone.

Only that

my health

has diminished.

A little late for valentines,

b...

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  'ThePoetry Spoke'

Great poetry and acoustic music

This Tuesday - 26th February- doors open 8pm

La Gondola

22a Liscard Crescent

Wallasey- The Wirral

CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)

Check us out in the gig guide...

Our Guest Poet

Ged Thompson

Ged's poetry questions life. Poetically it does this via the telling of tales...

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Hi

I am posting this for a friend of my hubby who has just started a weekly podcast. He's a good lad who used to play in a band with Mark so show some support and get your submissions in . It's mostly for new unsigned bands but they are looking to include spoken word performance too.

Kath

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Leave Kate alone,leave her in peace,

As an heir to the throne she is soon to release.

To give birth to your first is such a strain,

Leave her alone don't disturb her brain.

Instantaneously admired,a star in the making,

In love with Prince William,the intense responsibility she is taking.

Compassionate and loving,beautiful and great,

Leave her alone to peacefull...

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It’s not the same for banksters,

The real gangsters,

Never wind up in handcuffs.

Behind scandals, there’s board rooms,

And JP Morgan goons,

That don’t care if you choke on the fumes,

Of their cooperate joyriding,

As long as you keep abiding,

By standards they’d never live by,

Like eating a steak pie,

That’s 99 per cent horse and 1 per cent fly!

...

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Baking home-made bread in Birkenhead,

Cannot be justified.

I have tried.

Except in the unlikely event

If not paying rent

One has to sell the homely pride

Enticing would-be vendors to come inside.

Baking bread in Birkenhead is fun, amusing but time consuming.

The competition on this grey February day

Is Halo 3 extended play

An assault on a young boys...

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Black and White.

Gathered for a photograph in four ascending rows, and

guided by their teacher’s gaze, a class of vocal children pose.

All the boys are standing up; all the girls are seated;

variously polished, buckled, brushed and neatly pleated.

Blinking in the drenching flash they dim their grin-contorted faces,

bustle back to classroom tables chattering a...

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Shite they say is such a dirty word

It conjures up all sorts of images

Brown, sticky and smelly vestiges

But can you polish a turd

I think you can, it is not absurd

To think you can make something better

To think you can improve the design

To think you can create something new

From something which reminds you of poo

It took a long while for ...

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A person can change, right?
I'm a leopard neglecting my spots for sport
& shedding skin, trying to forget or misplace my immoralities.
I was born in brawls & cut from the knuckle of enmity
ended with a parting shot.
I've been loved, spat out and tattooed by the system you applaud.


Now I'm looking for a way out.
a second chance I thought was you.
If I can ...

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As the river flows,

This life source,

In  torrents swelled  to destructive force.

New paths gouged, etched against it's might,

Cleansing the deadwood, new life blooms in the light.

Debris swirls, caught in it's girth

reclaimed, broken, clambering for earth. 

An emotional torrent of change.

As the river flows,

This life source.

In meandering paths et...

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WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE BLOG 'UNIT'! THREE COPIES OF EVERYTHING, AT LEAST.

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I am currently writing my first short, 5 poem Collection of poetry "A story to the plants that made them blush" is coming out in summer 2013 it will be available from me at "Poetry, Prose and Pints" events or through contacting me. It will be a simple paper leaflet costing 50p with any profit going to charity

Here is a teaser poem from the collection and ...

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Suppose there are souls that really exist

in eternity on the other side

where 24/7 evangelists

promise death to those who bridge the void.

Suppose them sitting in homes and cities

in their virtual, spiritual forms.

Would their ghostly, gaseous entities

risk it all for a stirring of warmth?

Suppose that a soul accessed a peep-hole

and observed you ...

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Siren

You parade her photos before him,

proof that your mother’s beauty was not a daughter’s delusion.

Side by side in one snap,

He ignores you at 14 unlovely as a juvenile bird,

but ogles her film star pout.

So you are hurled back to that day

she bowled up to college in scarlet sports car,

snatching the gaze of the boy, who had replaced Donnie ...

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Team GUM are taking on the Riff Awards.

Step 1.

Like the Riff page here: https://www.facebook.com/RiffMediaUK

Step 2.

Send an email to: adam-ruane@hotmail.co.uk

Put forward Kris Fogg for BEST NEWCOMER.

Put forward Ushiku Crisafulli for BEST NON MUSICAL ENTERTAINER.

You'll see us both repping Riff at RIFF SURVIVAL SUNDAY - MARCH 31st

Cheers,
Ushiku.

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Inflow of confetti, brings happiness and fun

Newly wed romance in the August sun

From the valley of dreams, mid the hills and dales

Azure the sky and green the vales

Tantalizing melodies in the afternoon air

Unaware of love lingering everywhere

Against the backdrop of a cloudless sky

The snow capped mountain stands so high

Infatuation or love? A beaut...

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One Night I Stole a Purple Balloon

One night I stole a purple balloon

From a cheaply decorated nightclub

I was pissed out of my mind so it looked pretty

And taking it seemed a good idea.

When I tied it up at home

Like a child decorating for a birthday party

I did not expect it to be there for long: balloons

Tend to run out of air or escape when you lo...

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VALENTINES

What starts as romance

Ends up as routine

With variations

For years in between

Anonymous cards

Carefully picked verse

Until you just sign

For better or worse

And each time you try

To write your own lines

You find out how hard

Are good Valentines.

Copyright(C)David Subacchi 2013

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The first few times we met
Was under a crossing of invisible bridges
Watching the boats setting out
For distant isles,
Plunging our love
Into a monochrome
Of steered moonlight.

The first few times
Was buried in half baked clues
Pressed tight in your eyes
And whispered words
Sometimes lost
Under droning boats
But never your intent,

...

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The play has just ended,
the curtain dropped
and the applause ceased.
One after the other we get
out of the blue theatre
of this crowded evening.
Everybody will remember
a different story to tell,
according to the seat
of their own
point of view.
And all of us will forget
something: a character,
a cue, the colour of a voice
or the notes in a gesture
we didn’t list...

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Razor walking, Quick Street talking, really cutting edge

hedge your bets against that a quick, humdrum, cum moment.

The rattle, tattle, big bang, don’t dillydally,

on your way home moment.

Now, its eyes down for a full lickty spit,

split right down the middle like my cousin Rosebud

a clickity, dickity girl with yesterday in her hair.

Rosebud, who keeps Ec...

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The breath had left her, not long ago.
Her face, pressed into the pillow
Drained black tears onto white linen.
Her fight had been lost; the long battle had ravaged her
And her iconic war paint scrawled ironic defeat in tracks
Down her pale skin onto paler sheets.

A motionless husk; as she lays there;
Her raven hair, unravelled from familiarity,
Fall's delicately on her back,
...

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Death is the final refusal.

It discards the giggle of time,

that beast with a stretch

the length of a universe.

The strong silent type of dark matter

and the blush of unfinished principles,

of critical strings.

Important as every heart attack there ever was,

some believe the concept

a messiah of numbers.

True freedom may appear as ...

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So much depends

on the

little nut

that holds

the wheel

on the

red wheelbarrow

(Apologies to William Carlos Williams)

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Total Art….he art...she art……soulful hearts…..open arms…….vocal craft…..motion dance…….oceans calm…………Notions of the dark….like Napoleon….blown apart……….focus sharp…..fire opal vase……..golden mask……………ghosts of ones selves past……nations reincar…..woeful gasps…emotions scarred…..ter disa………. souls un-charred……wondering star…..melodious bars……opulent spark…….associate all parts…..ahh the holy who...

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Travelling again

kicking dust

on sleeping tracks

I sigh for you

I’ve never known

just how far

can you take a gaze?

Across this desert

these badlands

these madlands?

Can you just

walk with it

and keep walking

until borders are crossed

papers handed in

to wary men

in small glassed rooms?

Travel  with it

to a new land

neve...

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                           All Grown Up.

                           As a child I quailed in the keep of the night

                           as the spill of the moon’s articulate light

                           distorted the shadows to ape and suggest           

                           the shape of the danger that tightened my chest.

                   ...

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Sudden light falls shining

through tentative air;

I've got Plath married to Larkin -

where did that come from?

Let the Queen

take us from reality,

dreaming of coupling

and cosy nests.

Death and the maiden: sure as taxes

and angry mothers-in-law;

secret sadness

masked by convention.

Your heart-beat

beats with mine;

I...

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I went to my freezer – I fancied a scoff.

I opened the lid and the burgers – THEY’RE OFF!

And what would you like on your burger today?

Ah well, now you’re asking – a fiver each way!

I’ve has burgers from Asda,  but I can disclose

That the burgers from Tesco, they just won – by a nose!

To decrease burger fat is our serious ...

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She has fallen through the cracks,

of the system that just lacks,

that human touch and eyes that really see

While she suffered all the bruises
And the worst kind of abuses,

Those that could, and those that should,

Just let it be.

“Well, it’s not our fault you know”

“We’re understaffed and we must toe, the

system rules that we get from above”

...

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-

in a wood in the dark

by the pass not a sound

but the cars and the shift

of the leaves at my feet.

and I write in the dark

and I walk in the dark

and I piss in the dark,

and I stand in the rise of my steam.

-

-

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In cars, I'm him.
I make the shapes he makes –
one-handing the steering wheel
as if grasping some mane,
I cup the gear stick bulb
like it's a brandy bowl
and coast to junctions
clutch disengaged
scared as sharks to stop,
though on open road
I’ll box in better cars than mine,
a sudden stickler for the limit
I slap down and squeeze your knee
celebrating damming flow,
c...

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Published on Poetry24

http://poetry-24.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/jacks-alright_25.html

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Freedom engulfs,
forests of fakery,
in flames of fury,
blame the jury.
Blatantly backward
but claiming surely
proclaiming the stance of master.
Faster, I race towards a pace of liberated factors
which propel me from slavery
into the hear, after.

Courts and societal stages
notoriety rages
upon the races of the young and aged.
Upon their faces,
emaciated traces
...

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con·serv·a·tive

[kuhn-sur-vuh-tiv]  

adjective

1.

disposed to preserve existing conditions, institutions, etc., or to restore traditional ones, 

and to limit change.

Every morning on the TV – It’s just not like what it used to be

Kids these days they’ve got no clue, they RIOT, they’re not POLITE – they don’t appreciate SHITE!

In MY day - i...

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Flash Mob,

We're the greatest gangsters

since the Wild Wild West.

For what we do

we're the very best.

We're the Flash Mob,

We're the Flash Mob.

Back in Chi Town they were run by Capone

I prefer to make a racket with my Al CaBone.

Hipsters think the Flash Mob is all about Twitter

but just like Babe Ruth I'm a heavy hitter.

This is a stick ...

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... Wilko Johnson president

the sun shone.

Which was a start.

He walked into Parliament with a heart

full of honest intentions

and a Telecaster in his arms

and we were one nation under a groove

under a riff. A distinctive, choppy, furious,

down-and-dirty-and-your-momma-wouldn’t-like-it riff.

The day we elected Wilko Johnson president

the Commo...

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( This was a situation 16 years ago when my wife was expecting our youngest child. Unfortunately she had a fall  which put her into labour and our son was born 6 weeks premature and spent 4 weeks in intensive care. It was touch and go for both of them at the time but they came through it. Our son has now grown into a strapping 6 foot athletic, bright young man after such a traumatic entrance to...

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The wailing wind is in my breath

And in my dreams I see the silver moon

My smile is the face of the summer sun

And daybreak stirs my waking soul

When sadness comes my tears are one with the pouring rain

And the blood within my veins runs deep within these hills

This Earth is at the centre of the gift of life

And when I die she folds my bones within her arms

While...

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The analogy of paradise on earth is not far from the truth.

You feel like you have to die to get there.

A taxi, a 3 hour flight, a 2 hour wait, a 13 hour flight, a 3 hour wait, a 2 hour flight, a taxi.

You’re born, you walk, you talk, you fuck, you work, you rest, you die. Then you’re there.

Paradise.

From the minute I got there I was free of any hurdles, pressures, bu...

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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 puddles
The paint and the past.

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