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Our neccessary


comforting friend.

The vehicle

that drives us

to unmarketed destinations

while discounting the soul.




© Patricia Wilde 2014

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The rising sun breaks the dawn…,
And at last … the mist has gone.
The caravan of the sun rays
Runs quickly on the sea surface.
The sea shines with silver and gold,
It’s a hold of different sounds
Which are the compounds of …
The seagulls cry telling “hi”,
The splashes of the waves
Loving to make new caves.
The warm breeze is so rowdy
And the seagulls are so naughty.
They dance ove...

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Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

Our Life is Short |


Mindful Bath

The water trickles from one tap,

blasts from the other; bubbles

build on one side only then

lonely, they meander over

to join the others fusing together

in oily kaleidoscopic clusters.


I lie beneath the clouds and steam

thrusting hands between slick

millions reflecting prickled surfaces

bouncing rainbows off porcelain.


And try to clasp my hands together;


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Fusion (soon after breaking the ice of fascination)

Our eyes

exchange hungry glances.

Questions have been long laid to rest.

So slowly we merge


in silent awe of each other

allowing loves clarity

to breathe its magnetism

its soothing marble calmness.


Here  we lie

nakedly golden

in the throw of sunlight

ready to feast on

and wholly consume

all our bodys,minds,hearts and souls

have to give...

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I think I must be due for a reminder to subscribe to "Witch" magazine!

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Also by M.C. Newberry:



I moved your old letter

From my old jacket

Into my new jacket

You're still with me 

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Also by Becka Brush:

Dye |


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(Something for Hallowe'en.  Thought I'd posted this previously but it must have been on FB)


He was playing in defence in a World Cup game

When he suddenly said, “What in Heaven’s name!”

The pain he felt made his blood run colder

He saw he was missing a chunk of his shoulder

It was The Gnash

It was The Monster Gnash

There was a clash

And he was rather rash

A dental s...

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Also by John Coopey:

Our Gert She's Not a Drinker |

Poem: Sator Squares

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It’s very surprising that “SATOR Squares”

seem to appear everywhere

the mighty Roman army had gone;

can they together, really belong?

Can anyone else see

inside this puzzle’s mystery?

It’s been learned that it’s not a game

and a truth, always remains the same.

Known is the square’s earliest evidence –

Can it be a mere coincidence,

that it was found in a retired soldie...

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Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:

Poem: Way of The Cross | Poem: Enabling Success | Poem: True Contentment | Poem/Song: Just a Word, Lord | Poem: Teach Me to Pray | Poem: Called To Worship | Poem: Daily Intercession | Poem: Celestial Lodestone | Poem: Between Two Thieves | Poem: Walls Tumbled Down | Poem: A Psalm for the Prisoner | Poem: Beware the Antichrist | Poem: Remembering Pentecost | Poem: Comes the Rain |

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Halloween On Fire

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I arose from the crypt on Friday October 31

Gazed into the mirror - nothing stared back at me

For a vampire on the loose there is a lot at stake

I am totally bewitched as far as I can see

It’s alright to dress up like the devil to frighten folk 

It’s okay on the ghostly streets - in fact it’s a howl

Hammer on doors, play the fool, trick or treat  

Pumpkins light the way o...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

Look At The Trees | Mad Mad World |

Foot Soldier

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Foot Soldier.

We were sent to fight a war
that we didn’t believe in,
knowing that there would be
civilian casualties.
Paid a pittance
to be on the front line
facing hostiles every day.
Privately hating
the faceless generals
who stayed hidden
in the bunkers
giving their orders.

Many were wounded,
left for dead,
injured in ways
that civilians
wouldn’t understand -
because some ...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

All The Little Creatures Of Glass City | Excavating Aldgate Tube Station (1876) | Afraid Of The Dark | Weird Sisters | In The Beginning | funeral days | Blockhead | STILL IN THE WAR, BOYS! - new CD and download from THE CROWS OF ALBION |

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A blasphemous horde of poachers and drinkers

the big money had spawned, they dug their way

through rocks and sodden clay. Camped out like tinkers,

only the brass was missed when they picked up sticks,

following the line to another day

of mindless graft, squalor, suspicious looks.

From those whose curtained lives they did not share,

they earned scant praise for laying down the ...

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Also by David Cooke:

The Leaving Cert | Tamla Motown | Paying the Price | Cities | Bamboo |


I just want to give up

All of this pain, life is not worth

To know that life will come to an end

I ask for a friend

With a willing hand to lend

He says Faith will carry you through

But what if I lack this trait and im confused

After this statement, no one has a clue

I consistantly ask, what am I to do

For I am stuck like glue

Needing to rely on Faith, not knowing exac...

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Also by Quinnay Collier:

Life is Pain |

What I'd Do For You

Give you a thousand roses and a thousand violins
A thousand manned choir to sing you a thousand hymns
Light up a thousand stars in the image of your face
Give me a thousand wishes and I'd wish most of the same
Nine hundred ninety-nine wishes, I'd wish for one more day
To spend with you, then change my wish when my last wish came
On the thousandth wish, I'd wish for a thousand more
Wishes, t...

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my cat she.s at it agen

runnin mad like a rabid hen

wots she up to i.d like to know

scatterin dust......  layin tracks with her speedy run

how come SHE gets to have so much fun


oh my god she.s caught that dammed fly

av bin after that since last july

come ere puss ere.s yer treat

arf a tin of salmon un wipe yer feet





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Also by jean lucy thompson:

Its Called the Universe |

Do you remember Heart and Soul?

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I was Inspired to write this remembering my friends and I vowed we’d never change and that music would be the one thing that we would hold on to. Then, after some years, I felt that I’d grown up and this wasn’t true, it was childish. Then later I realised that the one thing I only ever wanted to hold onto was the music. It formed me and my mates and it bound us together. It is the one thing that w...

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Also by dazzer:

gERm FrEE HaiKu | THE COSTA COFFEE | Deansgate Bridge | If Cameron came to my house. |

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I wrote this in January, 1967, in protest at a bishop proposing to bless a nuclear weapon submarine, carrying the then nuclear weapon Polaris. I believe I submitted it to the editor of Peace News, but do not think it was published. Apologies for irregularities of metre and rhyme!


'At Birkenhead, on the twenty-fifth of February,

I'll be chug, chug, chugging across on the ferry,


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Ode to the Muse (aka Sexual Harassment in the Workplace)

Fiona is such a good Christian

Humble, mild and meek

Whenever I pinch her on the bum

She turns the other cheek

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It was Charlie who brought them together

And once they realised it, well it was never going to last forever.

It was Charlie who was left in the middle.

He was there sun, their moon their rising star.

A child seat in two different cars.


Mum and dad now both see Charlie in two separate ways

Mum every morning for school and evenings occasionally when out in the 'pool.


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''Is that

all that

there is?''

All that

there is-



"is" is

all that

is there.

''all that

is there

is there?''

all that

there "is"


is there

''is that all

that there is?''

all that is there

is all

that there is.

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Words without plays | I never sleep when... | Semi tone | in bits |

Poem in The Open Mouse

Well, I never - poem by Joseph Robert: https://theopenmouse.wordpress.com/2014/10/28/joseph-robert/

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Love Isn't


Love isn’t some little thing that goes ding!

It isn’t a song that you can sing.

It’s not something that might happen in a flash,

It doesn’t happen while driving and cause you to crash.


Love isn’t something tangible, something you can see,

It's pretty much invisible, to both you and to me.

It’s something that will join us and hold us together,

It’s a feeling that will...

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Also by Steve:

Mother |


She's always been there


She's exposed, I suppose, but who knows,
What's going on in her mind?
She's vulnerable, like a candle,
Sometimes I can’t handle,
She can burn you and turn you,
With the flame, is she insane?
Physically drain my brain and cause me pain,
But it’s not meant, her mind is not bent, but it’s spent,
Take the time, make the time, don't leave it too late for time,
Coz time won't wait, till it...

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Come Sunday

While you


your kitchen

on Sunday morning


an old woman

knocked at your



She’d moved

here yesterday

and had made

you a pie

of apple and



To say hello.

To calm her from

loneliness and fear.


But you

missed her.


Your powerful

Headphones played

‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’

by the Stones...

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Where our hearts and eyes meet (across the Bosphorus sea)

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We cross roads
and plains
Think we will never
See that face again

That lit up a runway
Finally shot our heart down

But in the mist of time
I finally found
What was always mine 

Just across the Bosphorus sea
That’s where my heart
And our eyes meet 

As gentle as the call to prayer
As gentle as knowing you are there 

Just across the Bosphorus sea
That’s where our hearts
And eyes meet

David R Mel...

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Also by David R Mellor:

DYLAN THOMAS (on the 100th anniversary of his birth) |

Cashflow Fiasco


Shares fall,

brought low;

lying little Tesco.

Top guys?

Porky pies!

Jackanory stats.

Imaginary futures,

greedy little…


Tesco, uh oh!

Pants on fire.

Tongues as long as a telephone wire.

Cashflow fiasco;

Pinocchio noses.

Standardised carrot size?

Shove it

where the sun don’t…


Tesco swing low,

all fall down.

All the credibility


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Also by Laura Taylor:

Winter Belly Love Poem |

The Old Oak Door

Stumbling through the cream papered corridor

The ruby red rug shuffling under my Wholly odd socks

peppered in specks of gold

like an Alice in Wonderland dream

There is no Alice, this is no dream

The red rug ends merging to the old oak door.

Now etched in green.


Darkness awoken by the dimly lit lamp

Casting a shadow in the role of a stranger tracking their victim in the...

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Also by Quiet Comet:

Footprints |

Waiting for Nancy (VII)

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Top heavy in Irish Stew
From an amazing gig
The night before
My arrival to our 7th adventure
Was delayed with Cathy’s younger cat
Deciding it didn’t like Extreme Metal
And ran into the other
Resulting in World War 3
Round the back of the TV, 

And me getting to the bus stop
Minus my bus pass
And heading back into the flat
To walk into Round 2
With both of the Cats
Spitting at each o...

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Also by Gray Nicholls:

Waiting for Nancy (VI) | Waiting for Nancy (V) | Waiting for Nancy (IV) |


Wrinkles tell a story

Blue spider veins protruding

A ginger walk

Eyes that are piercing

Wiser, with wisdom

Weak body, quip mind

Survival through the changing tides

Delicate hands

Love that’s morphed, as life evolved

Exemplary Role Model

Resilience to any pain cast upon

A plethora of great memories

Stronger than most

Knowledgeable by way of experience


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Also by Outside of Comfort :

Shadow | At that Time | Baby Girl | Little Sisters |


At the end of a day without a second’s rest

Exhausted from pressure and all sorts of tests

Normality is something I cannot seem to find

Trudging through the streets nearly blind from

the sunlight giving way, ending the cold wet day

If the people weren’t enough, the night comes along to kill

Even warm in bed death brings its’ chill


At the centre of everything we live


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Risky business

The messaging boy rode his bike hands-free
past the house where the man slew his parents.
Oblivious, the boy was hungry for life.
The man was hungry for death.

It's a risky business having children.
They do dangerous things,
cycling helmet-less along busy roads
both hands and both eyes
on the fascinating phone. 
They do dangerous things
like knifing you

Those children.

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Pre-SocialMedia Times

A moment.

These days it's hard to have one
without feeling the need to share
every one with everyone.

Update it
       Tweet it
               Insta- it
                    'til we bleed.

How does this look?
         Who should we tag?
                 Where should we ping?

We've become factory workers
tasked with packaging our most worthy moments.

Keeping the extreme -
the happy
       the sad
             the a...

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King Only of Fools

Nobody, Likes the Pious



     Do you think Mr Cameron,

Do you really think you’re above pain?

Do you think Mr Duncan Smith,

Do you believe you’re an isolated case

     Of rage?

Do you see like I,

The Syrian Children

Sleeping between corpses

Of dad and ma,

Do you, in full

Conservative fashion,

Rebuke the cries of war?


Are you really sure,


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Also by Noetic-fret!:

A Jealous Recreation - Denied | SO, ARE YOU BOUGHT? | Mistaken Identity | The World Be Nothing We Own | For My Family | Humility's Loss |

In Memoriam KS

If I had to sum up my father
I would choose this single word: "Care".
No nails undriven, shoelaces untied were ever left,
There was always good food and a table set.

He used to struggle with words himself, 
But his actions sent the message instead:
“As long as you see me around
You have nothing to worry about. 

His soul was hidden like a cool stream,
Seeking its path under forest’s gr...

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Also by Cecilia Kovacs:

KS (Emlékére) | Emerge |

Now I know

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You were wrong to underestimate me.
You were wrong to not have any faith in myself and my success.
You were wrong to say the things you've said.
You were wrong to bring me down.

Although, while you were wrong
for everything you've did.
I cannot fully blame you
for my sadness you've caused.
For, I was also in the wrong.

I was wrong to believe
every word that you spoke.
I was wrong to let...

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Also by Spoken_Thoughts:

Captured within my Darkness | Three weeks with you. | Dear J. | Barbie is fake, Beauty is real | Friendship over Love | Let me be the one | I've seen it, dreamed it, and thought of it, but never felt it. | The time has come. | Save me! | Playing with the heart | Let there be love! | Together again feels like a dream | One Day | All good things must come to an end | Through an arthurs words a beauty is seen | Inspiration? | No one knows | One Life, three time periods | Don't live or forget, but learn from the past. | Death of a loved one. | Need me like I need you | Made me Believe | Poetry | Chasing Love | Great Sadness, Little Happiness. | To be YOUR best | Never did I Thought | 24 days before Christmas | Two in One | Day to Night | What I love about myself. | Expectation | All I'll be is me | A letter to you... | With You.... | No Guarantee | Always the same.... | R.I.P MY HEART | LIFE... | Dear Brother | L..O..V..E.. | You took my Heart | Lost Child | Ones' Face | No Voice | New and Improve | When you find.. | Mommy Please | Your Meaningless Love | The Monster in me | My Ghostly brother..??? | Listen |

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You have to be
Of the world 
Which wraps itself
Around you
I don't mean
So much
The womb
Or the tomb
Or even 
The nuts and bolts
I mean 
The bits 
The pieces 
We're usually
Too busy 
To notice
Because often
They're the little 
And symbols
The hidden robots
And secret assassins 
Which point ...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

mountains and mole hills | The shove | sink, swim or make do | Waiting in Line | Forever | fragile |


Abstract anxiety eats at razor thinned shins,

Anguish engulfs lost and last,

Previous pretenses portray pessimistic pain,

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Also by John H.:

Life's Lost Life | Transitions | Voided | Last Life | Life's Lost Sense of Direction | Free Write - Little Souls | Free write #1 |



I’m unsettled while I’m out;
my whiskers twitch. I dare not doubt
some violence lurks at every turn.
And so I hasten my return;
get done what I need to do
as quickly as I’m able to.

Washed and fed I then repair to
my lamp-lit and book-strewn armchair;
one I built with wood and foam
and made the focus of my home.
Once ensconced though, I begin
to think my stock of pleasures thin;

to m...

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On one blank piece of paper

I really cared I swear I did I try to relive all of the happiness we were so true. I hope he takes care of everything I couldn’t grasp like the way your hair would flash i know he sees it too. The flowers i never sent are locked away with repent where did I spend my time. Looking back words i hate it the past keeps evading my eraser I wish you could mend my mind. Around this time last year you smi...

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Also by iLmm:

Candles | Beautiful Discover |


Binded by words

letters on paper

I signed my life over

no joy or caper.

Contracted to fight

for all of your rights

rights unapprerciated

"rights of life."

Stability  guaranteed,

sanity gone

money and material

livleyhood wrong.


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There is a rawness to us all we fight and fall just to have it all painting a picture for the world to see not what we are but who we want to be beauty and terror all in one we don't want our flaws to be seen by none we live our lives but most of the time we forget and allow harsh words inside to control how broken we really are only time will tell if it leaves a scar forever searching to please t...

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We Delight in the Beauty of the Butterfly

but rarely admit
what it has gone through -
the long nights
spent wrapped up
in some rusted bag of past,
days before when
walked on stomach,
mornings fresh fat
on the rug,
wriggling under
some menaced robin head.
We delight in its bijou,
its glass head of colour,
how the little bob to
the flower
gives us safety.
On your shoulder,
it is a good rest,
sweet and sleepy velvet,

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Is this my truth

Is this my truth

The saying goes its the things 
we don't mean to say that
hurt the most
an accident of word play
can ignite the fire of lies
but the water of apology 
can extinguish the fire
of lies

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Dead Flowers

She’s the kind of girl that gathers withered wildflowers, and sticks them in her hair even though their beauty has gone. There is a broken beauty is something such as flowers without life. Their crumpled petals and weak stems remind her of herself, and almost like looking in a shattered mirror the reflection seen is all too familiar. Is it wrong to collect the things that remind us so much of ours...

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Also by Jen Rose:

Drowning in You | Final Masterpiece |


Thats Love

A feeling unknown surrounds my aching bones,


A feeling felt before but on a totally different course,


A good, bad, happy, sad, feeling of confusion,


An autopsy needed to look at my heart before these feelings stop,


All this makes no since and writing it out in inconvenient,


As I try to separate words from feeling I end up lost,


There are no words to ...

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Also by Kassandra Morris:

The Dark | It's not easy | Moonlight | Beauty and the Beast | Thirsty For Love |


Quiet Compere Tour Dates 2015

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~~The Quiet Compere Tour is 'Supported using public funding by the National Lottery through Arts Council England'

~~Quiet Compere National Tour 2015 – Confirmed Schedule 

Date    City  Venue

Thursday 5th March  Halifax  Bar Up –
(co-host Spoken Weird)
Address: Princess Street, 5 Union Cross Yard, Halifax, West Yorkshire, HX1 1TS

Friday 27th March  Durham The Old Cinema Laundrette


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Boat Poems

Several of my poems (Boat Story 1 and 2, River Story) alongside other poems by members of Write Out Loud, Stockport (John, Linda, Nigel and Meschach) about rivers and boats have appeared on the healthwaterystrust website.

These can be read at http://www.healthywaterwaystrust.org.uk/index.php/about/36-poems
and as be seen from the website looking for additional poems too.

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It's the peoples opiate of choice

Mozilla Firefox, Safari, Chrome

Where one cannot hate or love but 'like'

And relationships are just a game

(Level up)

Can't help but think it's a fucking shame

That the greatest library in all the world

Is no more than a church for the sort

Of vacuous arse I took the piss

Out of at school. Well they're winning now.


But the intern...

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Lost Hope

I've lost count of all the drinks I've downed.

So I go at a maddening pace and I pretend that it's taking his place.

But what else can you do when he refuses to face your reality?

My mental state is not secure.

Unrequainted love is a bore.

How can he ignore the pain that he's inflicted?

Fools rush in, so here am I.

I'm so tired of being here, but how can I move on when everyth...

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News from the Eyewear Publishing 20/20 pamphlet series!

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My debut poetry pamphlet is scheduled for publication in February 2015! http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2014/10/20/update-from-eyewear-publishing-2020-pamphlet-series/#more-1397

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Also by Leilanie Stewart:

Writing and working full time | Happy National Poetry Day |

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The Wake of Dawning

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Tell to me of true love stirring
Heart cold upon a somewhere stone
Beside the river fast and flowing
Beside the rivers rushes bending
Comes there firefly and sunbeam
Owl and vixen homeward fleeting
Feather and fur that smell of night
Into the early nearly light

In the misting hint of sunlight
Hidden beneath a somewhere stone
So close to true loves calling
Near the river fast...

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Also by Gus Jonsson:

So Far Away So Long Ago | One Day Every Day |

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