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Waiting for Nancy 11

Flu riddled
You cancelled our 11th meet up
With half a hours notice

Scratching down the phone
Like a chipped needle
On a record player

Skateboarding between
The truth and lies
Brick-edged across St Peters Square
With the tram lights
Spot lighting on me
Truthing the ground

Leaving me stood there
Alone in the rain. 

 

 

(11th in a ongoing series)

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Also by Gray Nicholls:

Waiting for Nancy (10) | Waiting for Nancy (XI) | Excuse Poem | Waiting for Nancy (VIII) |

The Fall

 

You know
That precipice
You stand
On the end
You look down
Maybe you see
Traffic
Maybe you see
The sea
Maybe you see
Your whole life
Flash
Before 
Your eyes
Maybe you see
Everything
And maybe
You see 
Nothing
But you stand there
Again
All the same
With the absent wind
Blowing 
Somewhere 
Between your
Ears
And the...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

Silver and tin | The sums of life | Tricks of the mind | Snow White | Sometimes |

Staring at a Hoopoe

ilare uccello calunniato

      

Caught in the moment,

there is no way of knowing

who might have blinked first –

the old man or his visitant,

the bright, crested

ambivalent bird. A few

scattered objects

implying a workspace,

the room is otherwise

unfocused beyond

the reciprocal stare

of two survivors.

The eyes of one are stoical,

but lit by a sense

th...

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Also by David Cooke:

Distances | The Swan | Red Kites | Before the Storm | Village Life | The Burghers of Calais | In Search of Lost Time |

THE TEAR

What, to you, does a tear signify?
Joy, pain, sadness, or just something in the eye.
How do you respond?   Grasp the shoulders and share the joy,
Hold her close and reveal that it’s a boy.
Give a sympathetic cuddle with it's irritating stroking
Sorry, didn’t realise it was your eye I was poking.

© Jack Purvis OOPs
 

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Also by Jack purvis:

A LAST FOND KISS | IT'S SO HOT |

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Fate Understanding

orginal posting on www.uink.ca

How to comprehend, events of late;
Trying to understand, can you explain;
Why we must smite our enemy
through greed, fear and fate;
I'm simple man, use plain words;
Creating a world in this state;
Elusive to the bigger picture, guessing;
Not meaning to ignorant, but simpler;
To be secluded to what's happening;
Grasping concepts hurts to understand mate;
...

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uinkpoetry

Blood thief

There’s a floor called race and a home called blood,

it can be what forms you.

It can be what clothes you, what warms you as it flows through your body,

a rich honey providing brotherhood, relation, family and love -

bonds of pride which cartwheel through your body.

I have a mystery and in my father lies the clues.

I had droplets of speciality, uniqueness, distinction, excitement...

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Dumping a fantasy

How do you dump one who's never been yours,

who barely cares you exist,

someone whose body you never have held,

whose mouth you never have kissed?

Though there's nothing to dump, dump you I must,

Dump you right out of my head

where images of you haunt and tease,

caused (to be fair!) by nothing you've done or said.

Tomorrow I get my life back I hope

after a fantasy-nightm...

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Nothing

What if nothing really meant nothing?

We use this word so flippantly,
In everything we do,
I've nothing in the cupboards,
But we all know that's not true,
There's nothing on the telly,
There's nothing in my purse,
I've nothing to wear right now,
This nothing is a curse,
I've nothing i can offer,
Nothing left to give,
Nothing in my life right now,
Nothing but to live,
But what a load...

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Also by tina:

Black Friday Stampede | Beautiful creatures | I died inside | The Shame | The top of the world |

more poetry published

Hi Guys;

More poems to follow soon as i will start blogging a new sequence soon but in the meantime, two poems of mine 'Magic II' and 'Kissing my every Scent' have appeared on Page & Spine' and can be read here

Also in addition, two more poems 'Priscilla' and 'Prisoners of War III' (both of which also appeared in my split book 'Europa' (co wrote with Nick Armbrister) have appeared in Poetic ...

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Also by Andy N:

Beyond the Sub-conscious |

Hobby Horses Will Dance

My new collection of poetry, Hobby Horses Will Dance, is available from book shops £5. A collection based on folklore and nature.ISBN 978-0-9929685-1-9

Old Ninth

 

Blod monath arrived

shrouded in mist and

winter chill.

Soon the firewood

would be stacked

and the cattle

slaughtered.

And when All Saints

and All Souls had passed,

Mischief Night gone

and even befo...

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folklorenature

Pollution Strikes Butt Tips Shower from the Sky

The number of individual

                                     Disrespectful smokers

                                     Butt ends

                                     Used matches.

The number of complaints

                                     Upset residents

                                     Constantly bombarded

                                     Dirty windows.

The nu...

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The Monster

She  was born from a parent
who left her at a young age
to be raised by a monster.

This monster created
such fear and depression
for this poor young girl.

The monster she feared
was there everyday waiting
for when she got home
or for when she woke.
The monster she didn't love
broken her down far too much
that even a thought of it
or the thought of being home
would make her panic.
...

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Also by Spoken_Thoughts:

Alone |

fearsorrowfatherpoor young girllifemonster

Calligraphy

Her hand was young

and open,

a generosity

of spirit in its

loops and curves,

and between

'with compliments'

and her name 'Nina'

I envisaged an x

...

...

words and foto T Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

So and so | as Robbie Burns said: | B ro ken mas onr y | The taste of below |

THE SHUFFLING GAIT.

Toward the shuffling gait I know
I must, like mortal others, go.
I could swim against the tide
but senescence will humble pride
and having seen how life corrupts;
how carelessly it interrupts
unbidden, its unwritten span,
I’m inclined, while I still can,
to exit, with my self intact, and
make my last, a conscious act.

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A Mozart Afternoon

Rather than beshrew with a stake drove

Beating through her immortal blood-welling heart

I took her uptown to a nosey French café

 

She sat fiddling with her crisp pale napkin

Under the checkered table cloth

And noticed not a thing

As they all looked past us among the mountain scenery

And the chef personally replenished her plate

Every thirty minutes  

 

She cared n...

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Also by Pity-Poetry :

Naivety On A Walk | Not Home No More | Aces Always Guilt-black | Hats on Faces In A Street |

Despair

I reach and cut a round hole in a square piece of card

and hang it on my wall, for all of mine to see

name it 'despair', that part of me, that

proceeds to extinguish all that touch,

frightens insects from the white

surface, scratched cold

barren, bereft.

 

But as, by whim

my friends they visit, I'm

found laughing at the trinket, how

and why this reason flew and set...

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Also by David Blake:

This Town | Palisade | Late Night Special |

2014

The Night Battle

The time

Was opportune.

My members all had mutinied,

Gone traitorous,

Withdrawn

Their mandate from the will,

And the will stood

A lonely sentinel

Afraid.

 

Behind my eyes

The minds limbs had grown gaunt,

Gnarled,

Defoliate.

And through all

The Simmoom of a desiccating want

Ceaselessly parched.

 

You,

Were a call to combat.

Eyes

Shaftin...

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When peace is no longer under threat

For safely passing
A pitch-dark evening
Under His protective wing,
Praise to the Almighty
Birds sing every morning,
What a nice thing!

Whenever men broken pray
God's omniscient ray
Their problem melts away!
Though unforgettable such a day,
Soon human-beings forget
A prayer to say!
Why should men thanksgiving forget
When peace is no longer under threat?

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Tight rope | Revamped | The survival of the slickest | Teacher | Quite strange | Back to square one | A balm | The incident I never forget | Lacerating is the pain | Love | Dust | Have you visited your brother in need ? | Lovely |

A happy thanks giving to writeoutloud members

Advent

 

Advent is here.  The tree’s up,

The nights begin to freeze up,

And everywhere

The staff prepare

To have their Christmas knees up.

 

 

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Also by Gareth Glyn Roberts:

Advent | Tesco Ignore | text | So You Want To Be Happier? | My Knee |

Dowry, or shall we call it voluntary gift

Your mother called up my mother

and asked if I would be 'bringing" something with me

when we got married.

My mother asked your mother if she was asking for dowry

to which your mother replied, oh no I am talking voluntary gifts

for my entire family, and friends and yes, cash would be welcome

and gold too, and clothes for about 21 people.

And yes, furniture, a television set, an...

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when you leave,it all remains

The strength that comes in With the desires in the heart Expectations break the mirage Of the dream's picture paintin' Hold on to it something whispers The heart pounds when it sees The reality,the beauty, It's a dream,walk in clouds slippers It's a confusion,should i believe? It's true or not. Your picture that i painted,i can't heave Put it safe,somewhere away,and safe a lot. T...

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memoriespoetry

The Sea

The sea...

My lovely bold sea...

She's bleeding...bleeding profundly!

No, they can't make an entry there..try try..hard enough!

The fault can not be blamed on anyone,

The glory to be named on everyone...they do smile on the prophecies, in a good way!

Tame the sea and she will be yours,

But, who has understood the flow of current....can be in any direction!

Through your ston...

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Also by Rims:

For Truths and Beliefs |

My Bullet

Forgive me please, my sins, I beg, for I

Am not the glorious hero that they claim;

For I am one who dares to reason why.

 

They spoke of honour, courage, do-or-die;

They showed me how to shoot, to kill, to maim.

Forgive me please, my sins, I beg, for I

 

Am no brave lion, no matter how I try.

Returning home I feel somehow to blame,

For I am one who dares to reason why...

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WW1villanelle

Poem: God Within

Though Life can be extremely difficult
and experiences can deeply traumatize us,
we can learn to control how we respond -
as demonstrated by our Lord, Christ Jesus.

For He alone is the hope of our glory;
when we show genuine, jubilant enthusiasm,
we naturally exhibit that “God is within”;
thus, we’re able… to bridge sin’s chasm.

This separation from God can be overcome
with daily pray...

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Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:

Poem: Transforming Power | Poem: Toxic Doctrines | Poem: Intellectual Postulations | Poem: These Earthly Things | Poem: Vastness of the Kingdom | Poem: Oasis | Poem: Chaff Removal | Poem: The Full Beauty of Thee | Poem: And God Spoke! | Poem: Embryonic Ideal |

christian poetrypoetryfaith. breunigGod Within

Morning, Neighbors

2 houses over

past jealous backyards

brilliant sun bathes their backdoor.

Dalmatian gallops and rolls, cuts like a quarter horse

lathers its spots with sun.

 

Morning sun shirks neighbor in between

til all the leaves left on his boughs

decide to tumble.

 

I’m denied the sun by too close neighbor to my right

-- who diligently pries acorns fallen

deep between shar...

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Also by Tim Wright:

No Matter, New Jersey | Why Sitting Matters | Wake Up Calls | Morning's Moon | Work Day's End |

Scaling Ayers Rocks (2004)

 

Blood diamonds dripping from my neck and wrist
It’s hard to see through your frosted ice, snow and mist
She’s showing off her rock like it means something
It could be a cola ring-pull or a piece of string
“Eternity rings are for when you get eterned” -
That’s a lesson in love that I have learned
De Beers marketing man set in stone - it’s true
That I work for 2 months to say with metal ...

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Also by c byrne:

Tunisian Holiday | My Main Regret | Art | My Romantic Poems |

All For Love

All For Love

 

Love is not your hope,

Love, is not the dope that brings tranquil waters,

Love, is not kicking fuck,

Out of the partner seeking to destroy your heart,

Love, is not to celebrate retaliatory abuse,

When protecting your own children,

     Love,

We only know it to be false,

Love never, makes a man

Humble at the caress and the touch,

Love, is always tr...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

The Devil Be In Our Ignorance | Waking Moments | No-one Really Understood Until the Blood Sapped From Their Face! | Seasons of Blood and Humanity's Cloth |

Arroyo

Arroyo

The rain has fallen down for twenty hours
from a dead sky of slate and granite hews,
dampening the walls of urban towers.

Cobbled streets the colour of an old bruise,
tyres rattle over pothole dark drains,
counterpoint to some distant splashing shoes.

The day cast in monochromatic stains
as water forms itself into a lake
that eddies into inner city lanes.

A passing car cre...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Last Orders | A Tree In The Elephant's Graveyard | Philae Shakes The Hand Of God | Wounded | An Unexpected Ghost In The Yorkshire Post |

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Mitternacht

 

In silence
eyes peer from
tears in pumpkin skin,
mulched November
sweets left in a storing
room.
The love is gone,
two poets
eaten of their romance,
blueberry lips from
sore and rough kisses.
He left with a telegram
from the BBC
while She stirred up
in sour light,
rhubarbs ploughed by
her father’s moon.

 

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Candle burning with a blow.

Birthday sex
Happy eating cake,
bought with money 
while standing on a 
corner
candle burning 
with 
a blow. 

Lady light high 
above
half white 
swimming 
inside 
young eyes. 

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Also by Danny Metcalfe:

The Marching Kingdom. | The moon's fame, child of the sun. | Pséf̱ti̱s. (Short story) |

Anti-Smoking Project

Hello all

As you know, we are thinking about making a poetic contribution to an anti smoking campaign in Heaton Norris. Aside from the obvious health issues, there is also the problem of people tossing dimps out of upstairs windows of high rise flats.

Here is the email by Naomi Whitman, the Creative Media Centre Project Manager:


'We’re still in very early stages of the project at the mo...

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Also by Stockport WoL:

November Collage Poem: Organs | Linda's Link |

Anti-smoking

Onion rings

Now I have a thing for onion rings

the roundness and batter

Oh my heart sings

 

reminds me of polos

but softer and bigger

glad they are not minty.

I hear you snigger

 

But with my rings and a mayo dip

I close my eyes

Off I go on my trip

 

To the land of onion rings

floating though the loops

 

swimming through the rings

Marching with onion ring tro...

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Also by Quiet Comet:

Blackball | Stake of the heart | 5 years |

the question is the answer?

I walk with a purpous God is waiting for me to unearth this Being inside see; I'm living lively but not inside me, I've allowed temptation to take it's roots in a place that God had sworn to protect I swear I wasn't a reject I just needed to find the time to reset, a recess, I've been robbed of my autobiographical pretext I been stuck in play but just wanted to see next, chapter quiz or is this a...

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Eternal Infancy

No matter how many years are added to my life,

I will always be a child.

For in Your presence- it is all I can be.

Though infancy is not to my memory

I can feel it overwhelm me as though it is all I have ever known

Grabbing for Your pinky,

Drawing nearer and nearer to You,

At the approach of all that is new

Of all that is strange

Of all that troubles me

Gazing with un...

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Also by Deanna M:

Stone Among Clay | A Noun in White Open Space |

christian poetryrelationship with GodGod's loveHeavenly Fatherchild of Godeternal infancy

MY REGRET

Why did I attend that event, Why did I even talk to you

At the verge of cursing the day I met you

Warm memories gashed through my mind

Rushing through my heart

I smiled

Yet 

I regret meeting you.

 

Did I not enjoy your company

 We made endless promises to each other

Holding hands, sharing secrets in the park, strolling by the ...

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The Door

-the ramblings of another young girl-

written:11/22/14

  My whole life I have had this wall,

it has protected me from the inevitable fall.

 

  But then with three tiny words,

that wall was torn down

by my new favorite sound.

and I knew that with your beautiful voice 

whispering to my soul,

I was no longer bound.

 

  With my protective wall 

now lying broken o...

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Also by .L.m.P.:

Tears of agony and pain.. |

Body Trap

The shallow grave sank.
A quantity of gasses, liquids, soft tissues
decomposed,
the earth above
fell.

Stolen vegetables in belly
(motives for the killing)
transformed
along with her eyes
along with her skin
into one subsidence.

Still buried were the snapped spine,
scream-splayed jaws
and claws that grasped at crushing bars.

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Also by Alex Smith:

Last butterfly of 2014 |

Count to five

Just a bit of fun...

'Breathe in deep and count to five'
are things that can be done
Especially when you're twenty
And you're living with your mum...

'Move your shoes' 'Comb your hair'
'You can't go out like that'
Mum although I LOVED those times...
I thought we'd got through that.

A time for chats and sharing tales
about my childhood that has been
I fear for you it is the case
t...

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Also by Fae:

Textures of shame | Bedtime |

Anniversary

that night, I woke and remembered 
wrapped in grief 
in the tangle of my sheets
I couldn't sleep 
I wound your old sweater round my neck 
sinking in 
breathing in the very scent of you

by the lake, gusts of wind stirred the leaves
the shivering trees
flashing lights from passing cars lit the shallows
shoals of ghostly fish slid by  
like traffic on a neon-lit motorway 
mimicking the ...

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Also by Judi Strega:

Validation | A Mother's Lament | Suitcase | The 25th Floor | Tea Rooms |

Talkin' late night, buy it now, extended warranty, consumer durable blues.

Possibly the best comedy on TV is to be found late night/early morning on the shopping channels...if you've never watched then I suggest you take and evening out of your life and dedicate it to this pursuit.

 

 

 

 Last night a crazy dream came to me,

I dreamt I bought a comfortable settee.

When I sat down the very next day,

All the springs on the bottom gave way.

I guess i...

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david wolfe waste of fucking time and money

BEGGAR ME!

It hurts when you want to help and believe...

Realising the reality of  "practice to deceive"...

The person with a dog and proffered cup -

The ingratiating smile that says "cough up".

Not quite sure of what is true,

Or whether the need is in them or you?

.......................................................

 

 

 

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

THE BERLIN WALL - REMEMBERED | NOVEMBER |

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PLASCRUG

PLASCRUG

 

There was a great ditch

And an avenue of trees

Leading directly

From the busy town

To the cemetery’s silence

Ornate gates sick with rust

Relics of grander times

When they marked the way

To ancient Plascrug

Back and forth we jumped

Across the weed choked water

 

There was a Scout Hut

Near a playground

A row of park benches

Where we sat i...

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The Dream

The following is a dream. In a small way I hope the ending comes true

 

 

My Mother, Sister, Brother and I check into a hotel room.

When we enter the room my Dad who passed away

almost five years ago is sitting on the bed.

 

We ask, "Daddy why are you here?" He says "I wanted to

see my family." We are overcome with emotion and hug

him. We are all talking at once.

 

...

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DreamFamilyFather

My Inner Child II

My inner child

Is like sunshine

She loves attention.

 

She loves it when

You do well

She has faith.

 

My inner child

Is confident

Is giving

Is kind

Is gentle.

 

She tries to be open

She tries to encourage

She doesn’t want to

Do you down.

 

Because then you

Might feel lonely, forgotten about

Again

 

She says

She knows you are h...

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Run With Me

 

I still cant find you, looking around and you're not here. 

You're lost in this word, and Im here on my knees. 

Trying to get where I need to be, So that I'll be there when you find me. 

But until that time, I'll sit and wait, and hope tomorrow brings a brand new day. 

And maybe then, I'll get the chance, to look around and hold your hand. 

To see your face, to make you glad.

...

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lovehope

'Can I read this out to you?' 'Noooooooo, I've got stuff to do.'

Remember last night's tea

when you brought your girlfriend,

and you brought your friend?

And the dog was excited

because he loves it when you are all here

because I am so happy

and I'm like- superwomb?

And I got food delivered

and you were all relieved

because it can be touch and go

with my cooking                

and there was loads to go around

and Dad didn't ...

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Puppets on Strings

 

 

 

 

 

 

None our own devices

in any scheme of things

 

We all are but nothing

than puppets on strings

 

With advent designed

for a set time on stage

 

All expectedly ordained

impossible to rearrange

 

Often get manipulated

and to probable comply

                                                                                          ...

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life's reflection

Inspired

Working 9- 5, what a way to make a living. I hate those words Dolly sings.

Working in an office, I can’t put into words the misery it brings.

 

Boring old small talk, ‘Nice evening? Nice weekend? Nice lunch?

Listening to the office geek, you know the I.T guy you just wanna punch.

 

Checking the Daily mail website 72 times a day,

staring at the computer screen, hoping an alien ...

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Tinsmith

 

Tin to mouth

Tin to feet

One jig to reel

enough to eat

 

Is he broken, broke, breaking

on the pavement by the station?

Is he played, paid, playing

to his own tune or to yours?

 

Tin to mouth

Tin to feet

Two jigs to reel

enough to eat

 

Do you jingle jangle shillings

in your pocket as you’re walking

past the tinsmith making

all the magi...

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Also by Laura Taylor:

Jigsaw |

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You,

Can make me a puppet.

You can make me dance

And moan

And shake

And cum literally at the tip of your finger

You make my entire body move with your finger

(and your eyes)

You can make me feel my matter condensing to a single point at the tip of your finger,

I imagine it is glowing.

And sometimes when you’re making love to me

(I’m sorry, I know you hate that phra...

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Also by Molly :

(untitled) |

lovesexsexual awakeninglesbianfire flesh love passion obsession

Goodbye

I sit inside watching the snow fall from the dark grey sky.

I see you, not physically, but mentally.

A memory of us filled each snowflake.

It started out beautiful and high in the clouds.

Then it floated down lessening in beauty and in shape.

Until it eventually hit the hard cold ground shattering and turning into nothing.

I sit and watched our past disappear into the gravel neve...

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Setting

its a beautiful thing watching the sunrise and sun set,

but i will forever be a moon child;

most nights i look out my window. lights off, immersed in the fineline music of darkness.

& in my darknest of hours the only light shedded was from the mood;

"i am here...for you.."

many faces i have shown

"i too have many faces.."

when i feel like im surrounded by the unnecessary..

...

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Bloody hell

Bloody hell

Reigned down

In bloody mess

Blood stained streaks

Of bloody minded bloodiness

Fill red rose pools

Whilst everyone looks round

 for somebody else to accuse

each claiming God is on their side

But who can say whose blood

Will soak into infest, ingest, ingress

Into the hearts, minds and souls

Of those soul less others

 

The passion that was dealt

...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Do it again |

leika

Nascent swimming, undertaking the lunge into reservoirs.

Our third tour of duty for love

I chase the serenade of warmth in your eyes----Balanced perfectly on stout cheeks and lips who utter the slightest phrase will control liberty.

The voice of your channels propel me into quandary.

Continue to hide behind your stare and I will be your audience. The avenues shine in the dark room.

...

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Also by Bloomie Scott:

Leika pt.2 | Samantha | Aspire | Sonnet VI | Malikah |

Trev does Texas again 2015: The run up

Image: Louie a boston terrier the latest addition to our family enjoying an early morning nap (snooze). While he was sleeping it was raining outside and the following poem came to mind. The second poem was some lines I had been working with and decided to put them together to see what came out

 

14/11/14 - 1) Sat listening to the morning rain

Beating on my window pane

Louie’s on my lap...

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Sometimes Things Just End.

It’s been two years, since we slept like
lovers hands intertwined, laced together
as if stitched with thought.
Since sunlight pierced the scene of ash trays
spilling, morning sweat pooling in our curves,
Your breasts on my back.

Your breasts in the bath gathering suds while
I'd mash the mash, stir the gravy and sing along to
‘I Love to Love' by Tina Charles;
Then clink to us, on a sun...

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Winter afternoon

On a winter afternoon, when I besieged you in my soul,

love emerged drawing your kisses on my lips;

in my breasts the man next to my bedside

and behind the dream a wave of your memories

 

Your voice was the silence and sap running through my body...

and from the dream to my memory only unconsciousness passes through my eyes

and my ​​torment is the sea of your hands,

the ins...

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Also by Noris Roberts:

The skin of my words |

She

Locked behind Xanax bars; trapped between the ocean and stars 

I lie

To rot away the life I have been given; to choose a life of opposition

For Unless one happened to stumble upon a key; I couldn't be, I know not what she
believes, only that through the drugs she sees 

Through storms we sailed, across the ocean without fail, with glowing eyes that impale she is sure to turn heaven fro...

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EULOGY TO MY DAD

(We cremated my dad on Tuesday.  I closed the service with this short eulogy)

 

It falls to me to say a few words to bring this service to a close, some of which I wrote a few days ago and some I wrote this morning.

I wrote some this morning because I’d woke early.  I couldn’t sleep for thinking about my dad; several separate memories, some of them almost trivial.  One in particular was a...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE GREATEST | HARRY KANE (HURRICANE) | LITTLE BASTARDS |

The wind of the North

The cold wind from the North sent chills down their spines,

The thunder of Thor was so powerful their shields dropped.

The galloping of Sleipnir shook the ground,

We attacked.

They ran into our shield wall,

without mercy,

I drove my spear into the enemy's face,

The wall opens.

Norsemen charged forward with no fear of death,

With rage burning so hot like surts fire,

Ou...

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Also by Rollo:

The Great Battle In England. |

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This Autumn

This Autumn

Strong winds have ripped the smoke tree’s russet gown,

Yet with glistening berries still the hedgerows drip.

In skies of arctic blue pale suns slip down,

As iceberg moons  the season’s balance tip.

Winter flint now gives the evening air its edge,

In his cottage an old scholar weeps alone,

Weighs the beauty of a disregarded pledge

Against summers which are foreve...

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Transcendentalism

Much is made of the ‘out-of-body’ phenomenon -

that other-worldly experience

that can shift or shaft accepted ideas.

And rightly so: such events deserve our unbiased scrutiny.

Defining the boundaries, or non-boundaries,

of Soul and Mind occupies serious thinkers constantly -

probably uselessly.

 

I declare that the subject is up for grabs

from anyone who gives it any th...

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PORTREATH

(This poem is dedicated to the select members of the S.A.S. .... Surfers Against Sewage)!

 

I’m just swimming in Portreath

Just going through the 'motions'

A large environmental car thief

Made of a thousand witches potions

 

I’ve streaming eyes and raspy throat

A throbbing head and aching ear

The only safe place is a boat

I’d never write “Wish you were here!”

 

...

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Darkest Days To Come

Staring at this blank page I admit defeat, I lost all I had won, Thieves stole everything I was worth, Heart break after heart break but here I am, I reman still the same, Feeling the coldness of my lonely soul, Keep faith in a love that has yet to come.

    This darkness spreads as I slowly fade away, Warping into the things I hate, As I take this heart in my hands as it chips and breaks, Neve...

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I knew from the very first moment -

what I knew, I didn't really know in the moment

but a part of me just knew

and I knew he knew too.

Every part of my broken heart and aching body

seemed to scream it; 

the words breaking through my skin - 

dying to be heard.

But I was so afraid and he was so damaged

No one could know.

No one ever knew.

Not even him; 

and now it...

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Late at night

Late at night you lay

Face in pillow pointed away

Tears gleam and in the reflection they glare so unyeilding

It's so late so late at night

Is it almost day

The clock ticks and tocks but doesn't move

The hours tick by endless 

It is late at night and all thoughts are awake

Laying in bed wondering what happened with fate

Remember the promises you made the promises layed to...

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Toxicity

Toxicity

Trusted with this physical being

Responsibility to protect the mind, and the body

Hearts connected, through vulnerability

To the touch, pleasured

The voice, pleasing

The quiet, all words are heard

Actions, speak loyalty

Treatment brings clarity

Dominance provokes security

Family intermingled

Emotions intertwined in a dream

The goal, to live a lavish li...

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Words of Darkness and Light (2nd edition)

In 2012 I self-published my first collection of poems Words of Darkness and Light.

On Sept 15th 2014 Words of Darkness and Light was published as a revised/edited 2nd edition by Thynks Publications (40 revised/edited poems from original collection plus 8 new poems)   http://www.thynkspublications.co.uk/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/offer-listing/1900410761/ref=dp_olp_new_mbc?ie=UTF8&co...

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The Demise of the Optimist

I arose to a light each day
No fret nor fear
Light was my heart each day
No burden of tomorrow

Swift was the awakening
And thus came the end
For the warm and friendly optimist

Maybe it was dust was buried
Or the earth that swallowed
The oh so promising optimist

Cries went unheard
Of a life endangered
By the swallowing ignorance
And the engulfing endeavors

Lasting only so long
...

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Zones of Avoidance

Review

Zones of Avoidance, David Russell Theatre, Portsmouth

Maggie Sawkins' Zones of Avoidance is an intriguing combination of video, sound and live presentation of her poetry combined with words from people in recovery from drug and alcohol abuse.

The award-winning show - recipient of the 2013 Ted Hughes Award for New Work Poetry - takes its audience into the world of Maggie's daughter'...

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Blue November Blue

Summer's come and gone just like a dream
Where’s the sunshine now for crying out loud
There has got to be some kind of reason
Why my head is floating high in the cloud
I don’t know what to say
Got no words anyway
I know this much is true
Blue November Blue
Nothing much we can do
Blue November Blue
 
I remember kicking up the autumn leaves
And strolling with you in a cool refreshing bre...

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Brush Grass From Our Knees

We will walk by the water amid those tall verdant trees,
then lay in long meadow grass sampling the breeze,
that carries the scents of wild flowers to soften the air,
and while I look on you with love you will play with your hair...

And later when we rise to continue our walk through the wood,
we will talk in those love whispers that are only understood,
by those with great depths to their...

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Also by Dave Dunn:

Cat Ass Trophies |

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

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 runaway

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 ours eyes meet

 

As gentle as the call to pray...

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On the spectrum

frightening, baffling

 

those are people,
people people
faces
scarey faces.
What is behind?
What is inside?
Masks, masks and movements, 
movements and words. 
Fear, being afraid
of people.
Nerves jangling
more than nerves
very much anxious. 
Words and movements!!
What do they mean?
What does that mean? 
and this mean?
and that mean? 
and the touches which are bad-worst of a...

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My Man

I am looking for a man
who smokes, drinks and thinks
he is the best.
I’d like to share with him
the same interests. 

..

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Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

Who are you looking for? | What Is Better |

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Just a few less dreams

Just a few less dreams
 
 
01/22/2014. SA
 
All night they were spitting at tame,
Mashed their toes with rubber hammers.
To think they are happier than you,
Maybe smarter,
Not afraid,
Don’t.
 
Then they woke them up with cold water,
In the dank basement, chained.
To think that they are not alone,
That there’s no pain on their faces,
That they...

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Writing Prompt for Monday

Take Wilfred Owen's poem, Conscious.  Find it here: http://www.poemtree.com/poems/Conscious.htm  Write it out, leaving a blank space under each line. Interpret each line as you understand it, using your own words. Take what you have written and re-write it without looking at the original poem. Check that you have not used any of Owen's words or phrasing: you should have an entirely di...

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BLINDFOLD

BLINDFOLD.

 

Hips

Locked and loaded.

Lips,

Ruby red, and swollen

In anticipation

Imagination overload

Blindfolded, at the crossroads

Of desire.

Passion’s fire burning

Twisting, turning

Sensory deception

Sensual perception

Taste, feel

Smell

It’s real

But you mustn’t see

You must simply be

As your body shakes

Your muscles aching

Anticipa...

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The Prophet Of Amanga

I've published a new ebook, and you can get it for free at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/489438

It's the first part of a trilogy called God The Banana, an epic verse-novel written as a sequence of 437 sonnets. Here's the first one:

 

Picture a diamond spinning against the dark,
flinging back the brilliance of a sun.
Move a little closer - you’ll be stunned
how lakes and oceans ...

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For An Evening

the window is open
to the sound
of the water
sighing

the light
from the waning
moon
speaks softly
to the corner table

you left
a glass by
the kitchen sink
pale pink tracing
the line
where your lips
had been

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frozen over

I’ve been eating coal out of the furnace. My charcoal stained teeth are shivering with their roots. My message in a bottle seems to have been caught in your frozen ocean. Here nothing ever seemed more linear, the past and future are my constant company. We leave the present in the corner; we don’t pay him any thought.  My pacing motion erodes these tattered ashy green floorboards. The candle wax m...

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Also by therearemanyme:

where is superman: |

Incredulity

The look was in her eyes and to my surprise, she collided all the words i could imply. 

 

No women no cry, who will love me till i die? 

 

Who will fight the demons when i’m hearing all their lies? 

 

I keep thinking of you, the girl i used to screw we fucked our heads with what they said 

and tangled up the view. 

 

Who will love me when i’m high? 

 

Who will figh...

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First Love

That first beat, that first melody,
The notes coming out of the speaker 
And into my ears
Filling my head 
Surrounding my heart
Experiencing a feeling people call music
I call it form of art, 
Notes telling my body to move 
People call it dancing 
I call it instinct
Then the notes came from my mouth
People call it singing 
I call it love
And I was good  
As I grew 
So did my love fo...

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Also by melissa:

Empty |

Lost At Sea

LOST AT SEA Weston Parks I'm perched upon the sandy shore, fast anchored to the land As I do gaze with one accord, through spyglass in my hand Far out to sea I do espy, my one and sacred love My Dearest One I'll ne'er deny, my bonded lady love Alone she sits and tears do fall, and reach her I cannot Though hoarse my voice I call and call, she's not within earshot She's suffered yet aga...

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PROFILER

I’D UPLOAD YOU A PICTURE

OR DOWNLOAD, DRAG AND DROP

I COULD SMOOTH OUT ALL THE WRINKLES

 UTILISING PHOTOSHOP.

BUT I’D MUCH PREFER TO HIDE BEHIND

 THE DARKEST SILHOUETTE

THAN TO OPENLY EXPOSE MYSELF

 TO PEOPLE I’VE NOT MET.

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Also by Mitch.C:

SHADOWS | THE END | CONSUME |

A Delicate Talent

Happiness Surface embracing Sinks stinging Price and prize A Chase in maze Happiness Varied means Varied meanings Now here Nowhere A delicate talent

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Victorious

I'm ready therefore I get up and go because God is a part of it, 

Sick and tired of this pity party and feeling lethargic. 
Some things and people you set free and let be loose, 
It's this thing called life and I'm not trying to make an excuse.  
If Jesus went through it, why not you?
Definitely hard to hear and understand but it's the truth. 
 
Plenty of advice is given that'...

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