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INTERNATIONAL BLACK SEA DAY IS TODAY.

***
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 |

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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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Halloween

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

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

RELATIVE VALUES | 'ERE YOU...IN THE EU! | SCAN THE MAN! | LOVE'S CONFUSION | TONY AND DAVE |

Choices

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 |

THE MONSTER GNASH

(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

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

 

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

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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Navvies

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 |

Faith

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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MAD CAT

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?

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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GOD BLESS POLARIS

 

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,

T...

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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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Charlie

 

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.

D...

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Is

''Is that

all that

there is?''

All that

there is-

"is",

and

"is" is

all that

is there.

''all that

is there

is there?''

all that

there "is"

there

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 |

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 Higgins:

Mother |

love

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

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 ...

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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

o...

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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)

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

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

Leade...

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Also by Outside of Comfort :

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

Emotions

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

In...

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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
repeatedly.

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...

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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,

This...

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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

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...

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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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Sheepless

Sometimes
You have to be
Aware
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 
In-between
The pieces 
We're usually
Too busy 
To notice
Because often
They're the little 
Signs 
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 |

Hurt

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 |

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HARBOUR LIGHT.

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...

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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 |

Contracted

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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Raw

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,
and...

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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 |

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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 |

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Quiet Compere Tour Dates 2015

~~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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iMoron

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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The Wake of Dawning

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
Homeward
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 |

Orange County.

ORANGE COUNTY.

While his hands discovered the matter
of my hair, tangles between,
He closed his eyes and I could see
the focus in his lips, the soft curl,
The cold concentrated precision-
Like sucking on an orange piece.

The sky was peach, the beach bare,
Vibrant horizons each corner that
closed us in and
the dusk hung in time holding it all,
Like my head was held in his hands.

A...

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Also by Charlotte:

Mania |

BEASTS

BEASTS

 

I know I’ve been the slave of Lust,

It‘s pleasures lifted me on high,

It gave me joys beyond compare,

Denial just the pointless lie.

 

Of Gluttony I had my fill,

Expense accounts first saw to that,

I raped the menus, drank the wine,

And misted mellow chewed the fat.

 

And what of Greed, amassing wealth,

Was that so bad to want for more,

So in old ...

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AN ODE TO MY GRANDDAD...

AN ODE TO MY GRANDDAD.
When you opened your arm
And held me close that night ,
I didn’t picture calm.
Unfortunately my instinct became right
With a totally red face with tears,
I knelt down beside your casket
Pondering on our beautiful relationship,
It’s hard to hear….
Though I do realize you were
Completely out of this physical basket,
Thy are the cleverest, funniest, and best Granddad
...

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Also by Manasa Krishnan:

Fantasies of being a teenager |

Difficulty

You are the one thing that i can't tame

The one person makes me insane

But i simply can't step away...

 

Love is sadly fickle in that way...

Even with how you've changed

I can't stop these feelings even to this day

I wish i could close my eyes and not see you there

With an endless never ending stare

That opens my heart and wrenches my soul

Because when i open my eyes ...

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Also by Robert Stanley:

Perception |

Shattered

-The ramblings of another young girl-

written: 10/17/14

 

 I fell hard, fast and all at once.

I believed in this thing called

       "love"

 but now..

after all this pain and misery..

all this hurt and agony I have gone through,

All I can remember about "love" is how much it hurts when it's gone. 

All I remember is how bad I shattered..

  when you took it away fr...

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Aussie

My love, my love,

Coated in thin gold,

Grinning like treasure, rare,

Fanning the flames that burn old.

 

My rapture, my rapture,

Cordial as my heart beats,

Docile like a child of God,

Reaping, our affection breached.

 

My light, my light,

We rebirth from fratured domains,

Like pillars, we balance ourselves,

From a wildfire of etched cranes.

 

Aussie, my...

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Also by Agony Aiane:

This | Forest Maiden[P2] | Forest maiden[P1] | For rest. | Autumn | Moons Dusk | Together | The Faol's Tale of Forsaken Love | In Screaming Rain(Thoughts in the rain) | Contemplation | Piecing of the Broken Heart | Beauty Unseen | Into Sunset |

Walking through life

The hate keeps fueling the fire,

The sadness in my heart continues to grow.

I need a ray of sunshine melting my hate as a hot sun would with snow.

The darkness over comes the light, but will the light ever shine bright enough?

The laughter of people brings jealousy into my heart.

Why can't I have laughter?

Why can't I have love and happiness?

I hear a whisper in my dreams " Th...

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norse

Lost

Snapping twigs beneath my chilled toes

Each pebble each stick pains my bare feet

This forest is rough and it surely knows

Of its unseeable and dangerous defeat

 

The moon shines weakly throughout the night

Granting a minimal amount of visible light

Dead trees I saw black branches about

There is no sign of life that is no doubt

 

I continue my journey with great cautio...

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Also by Lyra Greene:

Night is blinding | Becoming Alice | Story Time |

Sacrifice

I know myself hanging there,
on that windy tree,
whose roots are unknown,
a sacrifice of myself to myself,
Wounded by my spear Gungnir,
for nine long nights and days I hung,
No food nor drink was brought to me,
Sinking into death they appeared,
Reaching out with a scream,
I grasped the runes,
and sunk from the tree,
with a sigh.

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Also by Lopt the Treacherous:

For Loki |

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My Soldier

My Soldier

 

You see a Soldier

Hard and cold

Willing to destroy

For his country.

You see a man

Suffocated by camouflage

Engulfed in unpleasant and

Irrelevant

 Memories.

You see a killer

Unable to re-adjust;

A man of no value.

 

I see My Soldier

A man with rough, scarred

 gentle hands.

My Soldier;

Who wears a tidy whities over jeans

A cape...

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COMING HOME

COMING HOME.

 

Brothers in arms

Brothers in death

Brothers forever

Until their last breath

Believing the lies

They believed the prize

Would be freedom.

They believed it was right,

It was right to fight for freedom.

But it was hard to be true

When the bullets flew

And shells exploded their dreams

Man to man and trench to trench

They couldn’t avoid th...

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PYT

Her nimble gait  
Makes me think
She could walk 
A tightrope
In heels, 

The only pills
She'd pop
Might be for
Contraception 

Once 
I'm through
With my
Inception, 

Since under
Lord's
Protection, 

We'd grow
The same
Direction.

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Color

The rusty door knob and the dilapidated door,
falling apart at its hinges.
Brown colour of furniture, unpolished
Left to rot in the corner of the room.
The showcase gathering grey dust 
like ominous clouds about to burst.
The grand old auburn piano 
playing tunes of doom and gloom.


The sea shell shade of dirt white walls 
peeling off like skin does below freezing point.
The spider we...

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Also by Ad Astra:

Such were the joys |

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Cinderella

Day by day frustration runs over,

knowing people watch every move she makes,

every decision she takes. Judgment never sleeps.

Her true self is hidden with no way of freedom

 with out humiliation.

Soon a beast with in will be released,

and those around will hear her roar, shocked.

But for now, she is calm pretending to be someone she is not.

For the mask will fall and her di...

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Also by Megan Stephens:

Only A Memory |

October Collage Poem: Sacrifice

People die for what they say - a sacrifice

I would say.

 

Promises unfulfilled in darkrooms

 

my pen massages,

carefully and lovingly

the waiting page.

 

She is everywoman: sacrifice, laughter, death.

 

U kip I kip we all kip

 

running saved her life

she is all giving

 

the painting of the dog, howling

 

she is all-giving, all-taking, all-lov...

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Run boys run

Run boys run across the street

Down the avenue

Into the woods

Through the trees

 

It feels good

Doesn’t it

To be hot and sweaty

Breathing hard

It’s been a laugh

It’s been fun

Having fired a shot

Feeling the hot barrel

Of a smoking gun

 

Run boys run

It’s like the old days

Running, being chased by the law

Thinking we had it sussed

We knew the...

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Also by Martin Elder:

The troubadour |

Why I kill magpies.


The nature, the ‘should’ is all intact.
But you must look further, seek the abstract,
The magpies watching with their pitiless black eyes,
Who will steal your jewelled secrets and spy.
Who will sit on your shoulder, whispering sin till you rely.
So little magpie, you must die.

Little shadows which dissipate, hiding in the trees,
Get you crawling, searching on your knees
Till the sticks...

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Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:

Scoliosis | Blink |

Just Tonight

Tell me you wont walk away, fade into the door frame. Please keep your promise to me. Dont leave into the darkness and leave me hurt. Stay and be mine, if only this one night wrap me into your arms. Heal my scars and see a spark in me. Just tonight. Be mine. Im broken without the compfort of faith. I've tried to be here with hope but my hope ran out on me just as you are now. I need the pressence ...

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What Is Time?

The sound of time is one thing you can't ignore

Every tick of a second echo's to nowhere

Time rules the planet earth

It’s the symbolic bomb ready to blow away

There is no stopping it

There is no pausing it

There is no red or blue wires to cut

It goes on as life does

Time is a clock where things get stored

People are too busy to notice every second

They’re too much of ...

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Also by ChrisJay:

Stranger of War | "A Life That Lives Within Me." | Defining My Subject: "Numbness". | "Sunset Heartaches" | "Lose Ends of Unconditional Self-hatred" | “Acceptance of the Un-acceptant.” |

Time poetry

I Hate

I hate...

my unshared memories,

the uncommonness that doesn’t pray, doesn’t kiss,

that is forgotten in coldness, in emptiness;            

pain

the weep of those who are unable to converse,

that cannot be trusted;

those incapable to discern

 

I hate…

insensibility;

an old sunless morning;

stalking death that kidnaps and looms over me;

darkened walls,

dead ...

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ANOTHER GREY DAY

My eyesight’s going

My nasal hair is growing

And my hair now looks so grey

 

My knees are creaking

My elbow joints are squeaking

And my voice won’t work today

 

As I sit down on the tiles

It’s not good for my piles

And I start to really feel my age today

 

My back it sometimes aches

My favourite meal is now Corn Flakes

No one cares about what I might have ...

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Also by Daniel Dwyran:

FIREFLY (Revised) | LAST CHANCE SALOON |

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The nights are long and cold with winds that twist and turn through the leaves of fallen trees, Whispering secrets as they pass by A tangled mess of laughter and tears of the future and the past entwined together to reveal the worst mistakes we repeat Yet still we walk through the mist towards a brighter light that either means our doom or our enlightenment Trusting in the forces that bind us ...

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Coin 38

the sky was a flat metal 
he could smell the dusky 
smell of a coat discarded, 
damp and full of dust, 
on a bench as he passed. 
and, even now, as 
the wind pulled the hands 
of his scarf around 
in frantic circles 
he thought of the quick flick 
of her hand as she tossed 
a cigarette, half-burned and 
orange with inward fire 
onto the sidewalk

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Also by A.M. Clarke:

Morning Glory | Coin 45 | Outside | Figment 2 | Girl Leaving a Bar | Coin 37 | After Death |

scarf

Broken Hearts

Have you ever thought that you’ve had enough of love?  That every single heartbeat comes with a push or a shove? That even the most sincere of hearts, can be plagued, both at the beginning and the start? Well, let me offer you some advice, I won’t say this twice, so listen closely. They never chose me, I chose them, and from there ‘love’ did stem. But I didn’t love, I would condemn, this poor youn...

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Also by Joe-Conor Williams (Saboteur):

Actions | Town | Blaze a Trail | Under City Boy |

Mother

Back again. The first breath is just as awakening as the last. The mother takes me away. Away from whatever it is I was calling life and brings me to this. This utopia that I just get lost in. But lost in a way that I am found. But you have to wake up from dreams. The snow as beautiful as it is pushes me away then I am left living the ordinary somewhat unfullfilling life. I need to find this, but ...

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Also by Carrie Kreger:

Check yourself mantra | Day of love | Undescribable, but worth a try | Bel Lago | Wandering the streets | My friend I will see you tomorrow | See you in September |

Whte Ashes Black Magic

White Ashes Black Magic

Alter stone

Ceremoniously cleaned.

Dragged screaming

Endorsed death.

Chosen virgin

Bonded chained.

Morning Sun

Awaits sacrifice.

Dawn rises

Spirit given.

Pumping heart

Killer knife.

Devil worshipers

Slit throat.

Blood spurts

Red river.

Dancing circle

Demons dance.

Symbolic gift

Human soul.

Smashed skull

Crush...

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Getting a Ribbing

A performance of equality-

when their eyes

are reflective of me.

When their way of life

or philosophy

might be something I dreamt up once

doing a cartwheel in primary.

 

Those beautiful lads of great design?

I made them in my leisure time!

If anyone's ribs came from

anyone's ribs-

their's came from mine. 

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Equality

Two in One

White searing stripesLashing out in heatreconciliation with youSymbols of human dependenceRestating confusionYou don't care as they stare at you with their man made emotionsCuriosity climbs back inI want to shave all these emotions and send them to the skyContemplating how create simplicity in your dreamsMaybe there's room for meI want to experience the graves you've dug in your mindNo, I'm just a...

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Also by Roxie:

Dreaming | Afraid | God | Subconscious |

Drunken stupor

What do you do, when you have tried?  But it doesn't suffice. You put yourself into oblivion, in an attempt to feel, yet you are completely numb. To relinquish what you knew, for something new. Will you wake up or will you remain asleep? In the hopes of memories to keep. A world will shatter, a world will fall, can you say you gave it your all? To accept or to regret, a world never met.

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Mini Me

They call me your mini me

Strangers mistake us for sisters

Old friends sometimes call me by your name

 

I have always called you mommy

Except that one year back when youth and innocence clung to my small frame and I decided calling you mom sounded more grown up

 Alas,

 I always forgot when I heard the key turn in the lock and you came home from work

I would run into your ar...

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Motherhood

Shadow

I am a poor fellow,

walking with my companion shadow.

Left with no good friends,

Memories all mixed into sands.

Lonely road;unknown place,

Where everyone puts a mask on face.

With a blue mood, wearing a hood,

Shabby look, no i am not a crook.

I am a poor fellow,

walking with my companion shadow.

People look at me crazily,

because i walk drizilly.

Many a haughty ...

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Music

To love music is to know how it feels to love another,
The same swell of your heart, the same touch upon your soul,
That magical, almost painful feeling of being about to burst!
Music gets me giddy and high, like daisy-strewn hippies in the grass,
And helps me see beyond the walls of my own life, to the rainbows of the cosmos
It feeds my hunger and quenches my aching thirst.

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Also by Krissy:

Rant (written 2009) | Warning To All Flying Insects! | Addiction | Faced With Tomorrow |

musiclove

a different planet

 

Could we ever learn to read their runes?

To test the texture of those shy, reluctant smiles

and guess their distance to a kiss?

 

They send smoke signals,

talk of pow-wow

sharpen fork-tongue

go to wigwam . . .

(Hope cavalry come soon.)

 

We hear hieroglyphs, hexadecimal,

Vulcan and Venusian,

live long and prosper language

- our mother tongue falling deaf

...

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Sound advice

(before you send the entry)

 

Chime, prime, grime, entwine, paradigm,

mountain-climb, or even sublime the bloody thing.

But never, ever, ever, ever,

Ever, ever, ever, ever

(Under no imaginable circumstances whatsoever)

Rhyme the bloody thing.

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Evaluation

As much try shaking off

 odd feeling can’t avoid

 

On face seems normalcy

  deep within I’m paranoid

 

All evident brave fronts

and donned blasé guise

 

Reflect chinks in armor

of societal compromise

 

Frayed old compulsions

often daunt and afflict

 

Daubed in hues darker

sane rationality restrict

 

Old emotional stockpile

intrinsically stay...

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Fire Escape

Fire Escape

I want to tell you about the man standing 
on the third floor fire escape, staring through 
his round-rimmed glasses, through the window, 
in at me.

I am waiting for him to jump.

What will his body be like after sliding 
though through two floors of empty air?  
Will they bury it or burn it?  His cousins 
driving all-night from Utah to watch it happen, 
then all night h...

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forgotten love

close my eyes and try to forget

what was wrong and that dint set

why was it so hard to understand

maybe it was not for me where i land

come close and make my heart beat

confused till i know nothing mean, what i did

the moment u turned around n say goodbye

my heart rendered till the deepest i could tie

couldn't even burst out with tears there with you

just waited until i ...

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Also by kj:

(untitled) | far away |

I Never...

I never feel amiss, alone or as a stranger

On days when wandering amongst the trees,

When standing on the hilltop overlooking land of bountiful existence

Or looking at the life’s reflections in blue waters of the sea.

 

I never know rage, hate or urge of violence

At twilight times when rolling in the silky grass,

When sitting on the tree log by the brook watching appearance of...

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Also by Shine:

Living the Eternity |

naturetreesviolenceangermoonstarssuccessMysteriesancestors

The Wavering Needle

At peace
At last
At war
Stuck fast

Tied down
Cut loose
Turned up
Excused

Slept well
Kept tense
Clear words
No sense

I was once
So serene
Now this needle
Wavering

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national poetry day2014

Sleeplessness Blues

Sleeplessness Blues
 
Another day over,  I've done all my doin'
No problems or worries for my brain to be chewin'
Then bed starts to beckon, I'm sleepy, I'm yawning
I'll give it big Zzzzeds, but then without warning
I just can't shut down, the gears start to grind
Theres bings and googles, bingoogling my mind
Thoughts start to muster and add to the clutter
Hear every hea...

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Sonnets

Hello!

I hope to use this blog to briefly document my learning experience as I study poetry, poets and attempt to produce some stuff of my own.

In the last week or so I've been reading up on the Sonnet which as I'm sure you all know is a classical format traditionally restricted to 14 lines which are subdivided into 3 stanzas of 4 lines with a final 2 line conclusion.

My first thought was...

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The Silent Night

The night is dark the stars are much, the beds are done

People around gathered around wandering why the night is quiet

The fear in heart, the tear in face and all are quiet

The silent night has pain and sorrow

No laugh, no giggle, no song, no whistle

All you hear is the sound of wind

Stranger came and asks why all is quiet, he went again and no one replied

Finally at the mid ...

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The loss of you

The loss of you

The day I lost her, all that she meant
The day I lost her, the day that she went
I cried the loss, of a true friend that day
I cried the loss, when she went away. 
Sadness and sorrow, has broken my heart
Now that you've left us, to sadly depart
Taken to early, just age 43, 
The prime of your life, taken from me,
The world is now grey, the colour has gone
Now you've been...

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