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Quixotic

 
She stripped me of my knighthood
She had the measure of my tall tales and long stories
Then my war horse turned pale and ran away
She threw my medallion into the fire pond, disappeared
And abandoned me in my platinum palace in the sun

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Also by c byrne:

Soft Shoes | Attempt At A Poem in the Style of Du Fu | Supplication | Night Moorings | Picture (Act 2) | To Make A Lyre |

Your Father

Your father is still your father. Love him and forgive him as a young child.
The way you were in expectant, resolute delight of his arms around you.
Your father is still your father in his audacious crime of falling in love.
I, his Pygmalion’s statue, his muse, his mistress, his little goth whore,
you see me as nothing better than shit on your kitchen floor
before gathering round the ...

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Also by Katy Megan Hughes:

Voyeur | Benefit of the Doubt | Owl Ghost | Matchbox |

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Breakfast

 

 
 
 
Satisfaction
and pride accutely tied
by a vain measurement
that often lies between the self
and every thing
one forgets to mention
and include and
every one without whom
one searches and finds only
pride strung to some measure
of the satisfied.
There is nothing really
like a hot tea and soft
boiled eggs on
a crunchy...

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Star Children's Dust

Star Children's Dust
It's a wing. A wing from an alien space craft. Almost as old as time. Nothing but a relic now, a ruin. They used to steal people off Earth. Millions of them. Abducting them against their will. None of that matters now. Earth was burnt to a cinder nine billion years ago. Its sun went supernova. More powerful than they thought it would. Earth based science was basic. That w...

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Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:

Spaced Out | Her | WE | AURORA | Memories (by Mel) | Later | im on a cd 3 of my poems recorded live in Bury at the Met in 2012. out of my book BERLIN TOKYO WARHEARTS |

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MARRIAGE BED

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Streetlights

slanted through blinds

and made the wall

a television.

We dived beneath sheets

as the bedroom

was uncarpeted,

the central heating

didn't work

and the nights

were freezing.

It wasn't quite our dream

because only we weren't naked

(wearing

warm but unappealing

winceyette pyjamas)

or blessed by the sun

and life soon in...

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ThePoetry Spoke September - Poetry Night & Guests

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ThePoetry Spoke returns -

Thursday the 5th of September - 8pm!  

This time around it’s Open Mic

&  Guest Poet - Pete Slater!

 

Gallagher Pub & Barbers

20 Chester Street

Birkenhead

Wirral

CH41 5DQ

 

Of our Guest -

 

Pete Slater’s poetry does not drive buses, it is not accidental.

It can be mental, temperamental and eventful.  It has been kn...

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Also by Chris Co:

ThePoetry Spoke August 15th - Open Mic & John Darwin |

Too Dead for Dreaming

I look at you

You don’t look back

You can’t hear what I’m saying

Blinkered, you start to backtrack

Into your world of playthings

 

I wish you’d join me

You never know what you might see.

A thousand fountains – a million forms of ecstasy

A trillion ways to make your brain cells dance

But you won’t even try, your pupils are too blind

 

I’ll speak to

...

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Also by Marksy:

Not so Bohemian now |

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River Prayers

from between the leaves

the shafts fall and draw

a hundred golden atria

shining through

the stained organics

of liquid glass

to the cloistral faithful

swimming beneath

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Also by Paul Sands:

buddy can you spare | Snooping Readership | Tipping Point | New Collection Available | Coming soon |

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Stem cells

Highly plastic

undifferentiated

capable of becoming

ready for transformation

for self-renewal without rejection.

Multipotent, pluripotent, totipotent.

Potent.

Straining with potential.

Quivering with power

for endless differentiation

for blessed regeneration.

 

What would it be

to be a stem cell?

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Also by Dave Bradley:

Who was having more fun? | August jam jars | Straight Guy on a Pride March |

The World Today

THE WORLD TODAY

Aim? Competition? And Tension?!!

Confidence, Problem and confusion!!

 

The world is full of competition,

Making life a book of tension!!

There are problems here and problems there,

Without any solution anywhere!!

Getting A-plus is the ultimate objective,

Ignoring everything that is subjective!!

Everybody loves the one getting an A-plus,

...

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Back To The Future

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Summer in the Sun, its festival time again

Jigging up and down and back by ten

The girls are going to hear some sounds

 

Bents Park, South Shields is the venue

With Mcfly, Little Mix and support on the menu

Abi's mum will be doing the driving rounds

 

Taking a trip down Memory Lane with colours in their hair

They know they are with friends that care

Alway...

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Also by Jules Clare:

Life Changes |

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MORRISSEY

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MORRISSEY

 

He’s not a god

But growing up in the crumbling north

He was more…

 

Whilst Wham blasted out Club Tropicana

And flags waved our troops home

He reminded me that you don’t have to be a thug to be a man, and to read is a blessing not a curse

 

He’s not a god

But growing up in the crumbling north

He was more

 

Made me stop

Think

...

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Also by David R Mellor:

Get Set ...........GO | And It's a Dead one | StreetScene |

Morrissey

Where To Hide The Body

I walk around here plainly
acting so innocent most of the time
Who would think of it
who could think of what I've done
when faced with this curious smile
when sated by this quiet voice and caring words
no hint, no trace is there
of my dark secret...
 
Down every street of every city
through every subway, every alley
always flashing through my mind is
...

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Also by Tom:

Coasts | Whereabouts |

True life's an art

 

True life's an art

 

I like to glimpse at the world through the eyes of a child    

See opportunity in tragedy and chances to change  

Try to rebuild the thinking that I once defiled  

And find wonder in things that some others find strange   

 

See past all the small print and survey the big picture   

Chase compassion not fashion, for ...

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Also by Ged Thompson/ A Liverpool Poet:

How many |

THE PROVIDER

So sayeth the Slater .......................

THE PROVIDER. 
I am the lord of the storm
And I will make you reform 
Make you change your ways
I am the sound of rolling thunder
I can split your world asunder
And I will drag you under
Unless you change your ways
I am the rider on the lightning
Feel, the noose is tightening
Consider and be enlightened
Listen, and change your ways
Global warming, greenhouse gass...

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Also by Pete Slater:

THE FOLLY OF YOUTH |

Lune Poetry

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Anger consumes me

Eats my soul like cancer

Self inflicted hell

 

Woman in mirror

Who is this old person

OMG it's me

 

A ghostly soldier

Wife and babe are alone

Price of Freedom

 

Mimes make rhymes

Sure Mimes can make rhymes

Who'd hear it

 

The many criticisms

Crash on me like thunder

Endure the storms

 

A hollow vic...

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Also by Shirley Smothers:

Daddy edited poem | Daddy | The One I Love- 15 word poem | I have the right to write |

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The Thief of Creation

The Thief of Creation

 

…………a trillion years in the making –

We’re staking our claim to this ball,

     But there ain’t nothing left of

The green and the blue,

For it’s all become degraded

Material going back to soup,

A life-cycle finished

By greed and industry, commerce

And we’re diminished of all responsibility

For the death of the Whale

The shr...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

In Only A Contented God | Make Her Smile Boy | Natural |

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"Them As Lives Longest Learns Most"

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I used to protest on them marches

Arms linked with the Trotskyist host

But now I tune in to the Archers

“Them as lives longest learns most”.

 

I wore all my badges and labels

The shouts and the slogans and words

I learned them just like my times tables

But really I went for the birds.

 

My passion was not allus honest

I carried the requisite books

...

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Also by John Coopey:

Squitters | WriteOutLoud Women Blues | Lending | Lord Howell (Silly Auld Fracka) |

SEESAW WHAT MORE IS IN STORE

A slide show of Walmart customers triggered  this acrostic

 

So many people walk through the store
Every one of them unique, wanting more
Excess love of gadgets and household gear
So much in their trolleys they can hardly steer
And we see their pictures on You Tube these days
Wall flowers they are not, but on Walmarters craze

When they reach the check outs they look all around
He has more than...

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FOR EVERMORE - a lyric

There are wonders that I prize

Like the everchanging skies

Like the restless ocean whispering to the shore

But when your eyes said look at me

You were all that I could see...

And you're all I want to see

For evermore

 

There are loves that I have known

Like the days how they have flown

But I love what the future has in store

Now there's only you and m...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

CURMUDGEON | DADDY KNEW JOHNNY CASH - A TRIBUTE | MEA CULPA | AUGUST 2007 |

Two Sides

I was standing on a street corner with a guitar in my hand,
She was standing on a street corner, though nothing had gone as planned.
I approached the stage; the crowd hadn’t heard my name
She picked herself out of the gutter I wonder who was to blame.
I thought it strange how now they sung back, they knew every word
She had been beaten up now her vision blurred.
I picked up a pen an...

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Also by ChizzieRascal:

What could I be? | Hypocrite? | Toy Soldier | Lost in time | Insecure | Reasons | Facebook Nation | Cut of the deck | Festival | Oxjam | Soul | These conversations with myself that are bad for my health | Drunk call | Distance |

First Contact

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First Contact

 

an Inca warrior

with arms outsretched

has his prayers answered

as the shadow

of a great bird of prey

straddles the Nazca plains.

 

primitive intelligence

cannot comprehend

the nature of the beast

and it is hailed

as deity

by the natives.

 

they breed

            exchange fluid

                        intermi...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Overdose (Of Love) | She Wears Pink | Golgotha | totem | To Love In Vein | Sci-Fi So Good | medicated | Daniel In The Hyena's Den |

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Song - Lavender man

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http://soundcloud.com/ann-foxglove/song-lavender-man

http://soundcloud.com/ann-foxglove/song-lavender-man-with-echo

 

Lavender Man

 

Oh the Lavender Man

He didn’t come today

We stayed in all morning

He didn’t come our way

The sun was so bright

We wanted to go out

But the Lavender Man

He just wasn’t about.

 

Now ladies need their lavender

...

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Newborough Beach

 

Newborough Beach (I've heard it said)

is one of those rare places

where you can witness Uncle Fred

in just his socks and braces

 

 

 

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Also by Gareth Glyn Roberts:

In Loco Laureatus | Beatitude | Rejection |

Forbidden Love

 

A babe in a cradle

With soft mocha skin

Innocently sleeping

Blameless of sin

 

‘That babe in its cradle,

Consequence of disgrace!’

Blissfully unaware,

Prejudice yet to face

 

Our babe in her cradle

Result of our ‘crime’

Forbidden liaison

No reason or rhyme

 

 

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Upgrade

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Published on Poetry24

http://poetry-24.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/upgrade.html

 

 

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Choices

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Twenty brands of cornflakes

On the supermarket shelf.

A myriad minor choices -

"But is there something else?"

 

Sixty flavours of jam,

A hundred kinds of pop.

Tons of trivial choices -

But only one place to shop.

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Also by Jonnie Falafel:

Camera Shy | For A Second I Forgot #2 |

Cats

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Did I write to YOU once. I want to rescue the second. Flea ridden. I asked for permission. I might disobey anyway. Without an answer. It's charcoal grey. Durham massy is great.

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Transfixed

​Never destined for limbo the flight of a forgiven soul. In timely permitted ascension gains the most enigmatic and celestial of heights. Becomes set in heavens glow. Its eternal amber

 

 

 

 

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Promoting democracy

A rain of death is falling in Ramses Square

There's something perceptively evil in the air

Perhaps it's the word Moslem

That excuses the eagle from treating them less like men

I saw him, unarmed pleading hands outstretched in front of the tank

The rifle raised these bastards are not firing blanks

What code, what right is invoked that separates crime from state

What t...

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Peterloo

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In the end
It meant absolutely nothing
Once the killing
And the butchery started.

The collective voice of 80,000 people
Who had marched
For hours and hours
Meant absolutely nothing
When they were cut down
Like cattle by the score.

Everybody had arrived in a
Disciplined and organised contingent
Like a troop of soldiers
From the hills
And the outskirts
But ran like s...

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Peterloo

Rebecca's

Perhaps it were as our old men asserted

and National Service was not such a bad thing

or else we were typical Brits abroad -

insecure, neither in love nor at war.

For safety we carried both condoms and cutters,

arriving mob-handed we joined the queue singly

or latched on to others, to escape detection

and perfect the patter; a willing accomplice

increased the cha...

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Zed

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She zoomed into my zone,

Like a zany zebra,

While I zigzagged across her zodiac,

Like a zonked zombie,

With a zest and a zeal,

We zipped from zero to zenith,

And now forever dwell,

In our zen ziggurat,

Caressed by an eternal zephyr.

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The shortest poem wot I ever wrote

 

With homage to Isobel`s `Chlamydia`

 

 

(For the beautifully-breasted actress who rolled over me in the warm-up class)

 

Nadia, Nadia,

I was so glad`ya !

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Re-cognition |

Leader of the Tribe

 

He's the leader of the tribe
An elder, wise and true
Blessed, perhaps, with fortune
To live so long 
But he knows right from wrong
And does his best for me and you
 
He's the leader of the tribe,
A hero, brave and bold
Blessed with learned insight
The enemy saw
Brought us through war
With deeds and words of gold 
 
He's the smarmy ba...

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Also by David Lindsay:

Press Pause - an environmental poem |

August Collage Poem - Age

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In secret arbours poetry unfolds,

rattling, winding snake in the grass

 

vibrant gold laminated landscapes glow

shifting the smoke to hold my breath

 

age is a collection of memories,

dust gathered on the mantlepiece

in the space that once held

your photograph

 

sitting on a slope is making me dizzy

wheelchairs, and relatives keeping photogr...

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August collage poem

The Wedding Feast

The Wedding Feast

 

I held the true cross in my paw,

A trinket then and little more,

My hands and those of Constantine,

A first resistance hold the line.

 

St Mark’s stone coffin at my feet,

The round from baptism complete,

His hand in Christ’s this hand of mine,

Yet I resist and hold the line.

 

I read the book, I found it wise,

A thing of tr...

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Also by Ian Gant:

WANDERLUST | INHERITANCE |

grumpy summer

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July was unbearably hot.  Thankfully it is cooler now, but at time though...

 

What’s up with UK weather?
It’s changed beyond all reason?
Where’s the wind and where’s the rain,
Our usual summer season?
Can’t you see I’m British and
I’m not designed for heat.
I need two handy buckets
On my legs instead of feet
There has to be some let-up
And I’m close to desperation
L...

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grumpyheatwavesummer

New poetry video

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Here's an updated version of my promo video for my e-book. It's only a couple of minutes long - why not give it a viewing and award it a thumbs-up or a thumbs-down?  I'm selling the book to raise money for rhino conservation.

http://youtu.be/4WCmD3HUQHM

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But, alas, we never do

 

After all the swallowing and fits

When I’m held hostage on a tram full of tuneless durges

With the dizzying twirl of girls pretending to be lap dancers

And red faces forcing out their final attempts at humour

Spurred on by my goading way of trying to keep out of it

And dragging me up for a conga line

I think- count yourself lucky I am not 20 anymore

Or I would ...

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Also by CathyLCrabb:

Inter urinas et faeces nascimur |

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Damn you Trivago!

is there a pool?

yes there is.

aaaargghhhhhhh! spladoosh!!

Is there a life guard?

why?

cos I cant ooOOoO!O!!OoooooO!!!Ooooooo!!OOOooooo

fucking oooOOOOooooOO!!!!! swim!!

 

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Your dawn chorus

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In our deliberately darkened bedroom, 
the silvery slivers of this day's first light
softly kiss the contours of your face,
carefully carving out each perfect curve 
like a sand-dune's crest
beneath a bright new moon.
These lines,
as bold and clear as Nevada neon,
sing out in harmony
a dawn chorus of good fortune
heard by my eyes alone...

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Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:

If you don't understand us |

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Lost For Words

Words escape me,
I am mute, struck dumb
by the darkness in my mind.

Overcome
by the hatred I reserve
purely for myself.

Incapacitated
by the loathing
pressing on my last nerve.

Freedom
is the light in a tunnel.
I see only black; an empty oeuvre.

Nothing
is good enough,
no words to share my pain.

Words escape me.
Alone, again.

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Also by Steven Kenny:

Tenebrous Attraction | Saviour? |

Hairy Wood Ant

Hairy Wood Ant

Moist cool world outside

Brown and Yellow dome

Inside

Patterned Pine needles tunnelled

By insect community

Heat and Acid

The Rangers Bluebell litmus test

Turns petals from blue to pink

Ant Life

A crowded busy ordered life

A job for life

A short life

Life stubbed out by a tourist foot

To be

Recycled in the woodland hill

...

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Silence

Silence

I’ve always longed
to be held in silence,
a bubble of darkness
for the ears and mouth
to comprehend.
But now, I know.

Amongst the tree-twitch,
where the branches
itch the leaves
I hear far away roads,
the sound of distant voices
that are nothing.

They are silence.
The tread of my boots
on stone, the rhythmic
jangle of loose metal clasps
jar with t...

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For Andrew aka Black Jack

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These tears I'm crying,

aren't for you,

but it's so so good,

to be close to you.

 

Sat here taking refuge,

in the newly refurbished shelter,

where we used to play,

before we split.

You were my friend,

when I was at my wit's end.

 

Now time has passed,

I can return here,

to our mysterious magical park,

where our love did start.

 

...

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Today Is Thursday! Hurray!

Today is Thursday.

This is certainly worse than Saturday.

But… It’s much better than Monday!

And… It’s much worse than Friday!

But…Thursday is still better than Wednesday!

Thursday is even better than Sunday!

Do you know why?

What I say is not a lie.

After Sunday always comes Monday.

Hard day, far from being a holiday.

But… after Thursday always comes Fri...

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good day

Rock pool

 
 
I have around my waist,
a flat line that divides;
breath lip-tight where glue seas
devour,
or a glass photograph of the sky;
some storm cloud promise where the drub
of my thumb print squeezes.
 
Fish? I have no idea,
just the pearl cute glimpse of my nails,
scavanging in alkaline,
twisted in bitten leaves of seaweed;
popping their war...

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Also by Marianne Daniels:

A Symphony in White |

Hush Little Angel

Hush little angel, close your eyes

Mama is going to sing you a lullaby

 

Dream queen will take you for a ride

Mama going to watch you all through ride

Hold my hand and close your eyes

Mama is going to sing you a lullaby

 

On that ride you shall meet fairies

They shall play with you in your dreams

Listen to the fairies, close your e...

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Ambulatory Fascinations

Ambulatory Fascinations

Vaguely formed morbid manifestations of human thought ambling towards unwilling vessels, slowly but visibly shambling across a landscape of swollen throats witch then inhale
the undigested isms of our egos, disguised by the superficial DNA of our clothes embroidered saddles subdued hues pastels of finely brimmed hats that shade the gazing eyes surrendering to cracks.

Orgasm...

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Also by stefan:

Rememberance |

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