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I SAW THE CAT TODAY

I saw the cat today in the lane

its back towards me

but aware that I was there.

 

A hedge absorbed it

the lane alone again

and another feline plan unthwarted.

 

The puddles saw the plan pass on by

pass away

and the dance again of soft pads

foraging whiskers

leaving me behind

blundering on my upright way.

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Also by ray pool:

IN CHURCH | CHRISTMAS HAS GONE | MORE NEWS OF A GOOD KIND NEIGHBOUR | ON THE LAST DEEP COAL MINE CLOSING | ANTARCTIC CHRISTMAS | CAVES OF TEMPTATION | WHITE NOISE | ELVIS LIVES ON | THE MINE OF TRUTH | HERE COMES RELIGION - AGAIN | A DAY OUT WITH THE NATIONAL TRUST | TIME WELL SPENT | GHOST HUNTING AT BORLEY | FATHER CHRISTMAS FLIES HIGH | MORTAL REMAINS | ON THE EDGE | FINAL SCENE |

Football

Football was fun and something to not flunk                              

before school, recess and lunch, we were clowns                      

we played even if in the mud our Chuck’s sunk                          

I can’t consume their commercial spunk                                      

between the fake-war-field kicks and downs                               

they want us eatin...

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Quest

I've been issued a quest 
I need to achieve
A kiss, just one kiss
On New Years Eve
Is a kiss what I need?
I'm thinking not
Why buy into the hype
And hope for the jackpot
I'd rather sit home
Snug & warm by the fire
Than go to the pub 
In my party attire
But oh how I'd like
A kiss - just to feel
Like the new year was perfect
To make it seem real
It's what everyone does
So I'm led to...

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Also by Pixievic:

Longing | A Guide for Potenial Lovers | The Perils of Online Dating! | Not Invisable | Christmas Message |

New Years Eveno kisses here to speak of

ptsd (12/31/2015)

the bitter soapsting
of measuring spiders
eyeing them up
by dinner plates
As if one day I'd be eating next to them
Those jumping wingclippers
of the afterlife

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

Jack the Chaser (12/30/2015) | Stephen Furst 0342 (12/29/2015) | Long Light City (12/27/2015) | bluelit 2 (12/23/2015) | azucar grim (12/20/2015) | Left 2 (12/13/2015) | to sleep (12/13/2015) | | cynicism (11/25/2015) | iceberg (12/06/2015) | hope you can guess my name (11/29/2015) |

sometimes i wake up crying for no reason

we live alone

We live alone.

We die alone.

It is the natural state of things.

There is no need to fret about it.

Those seemingly close, will see out our end.

When we die it is with no regrets

Our life force extinguished.

We need to have lived out our life,

To the full, to the brim,

From our central hearts core.

Nothing is more important, nothing more !!

 

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Also by joe ranter:

(untitled) |

The Temptation of St Anthony

From Emperor to Vampire, journeying through to final place of amoral monk.

Dwelling in ruined fort, a habitual sin of retired idleness. Momentary contemplations

to follow the birds south, he spends his days tending a garden of lilies in the desert.

 

Holding his demon captive for too long without his hands, she now writhes naked

and tied to column of penitent temple. Tresses burnt...

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Also by Katy Megan Hughes:

Christmas Eve | Unrequited | Empty Tomb |

Katypoetesslovelove poetry

manifesto

dripping lead pipes          lead to razor                       blade epiphanies            

and the time     machine is broken           and this fucking headache           behind my eyes will not

shift

and i have control of                      the stock market              but not my hair colour

and my lava lamp             tells no one who i am                     and my poetry bo...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

mechanics | this is the end | tiffany | junk 2 | volume | one sugar | shit robin | the anxious poet opens his rejections | mrs dalloways 15 minute haikus | a life sentence | The Flower Ladies of Tallinn | trunk | | take to the track | julia | inter vivos | causa mortis | 60/16 | cat | gecko | drain | untitled | Fight or Flight (my second ever rhyming poem) | serenity |

NEW YEARS EVE

New Years Eve

 

At night I stood in the winter chill in the moonshadow stark and deep,

And looked at the village soft and warm safely and soundly asleep,

The last year has ended its pleasure and pride and gone is the glory and pain,

And the wind that chills my heart and my soul has settled its ice on my brain.

 

For I wonder what will the new-year bring as we stride through it...

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Also by Ian Gant:

RESOLUTION | Donkeys |

Frustration

Frustration is the hardest part of life  , when no one listens and no one tries . Night after night you toss and turn . But night after night you will always return . The Same old feelings  , that life isn't fare . So why do these people who abuse our children walk free . They are Repulsive  need Chasing , need Catching need Force . To Erode them Defeat them  , They Need To Be Caught . We should a...

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Speak And Tell | Worry Free |

Stand Together

As I sit here smoking my cigarette (knowing I will never die)

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As I sit here smoking my cigarette...

I realise I will never die

because, I have never lived

never breathed in the air of a new day

without attaching the exhaust to it.

Never tasted a kiss

anew (anew anew FOR GODS sake, let us be seated)

always tinged with sadness and regret

like the parting from you mother (BLAME BLAME just open the wine)

does she wish I was another


...

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Also by David R Mellor:

When one is touched |

DENTS

Wooden

Dining

Table

World

Is dented

 

Dents

That said

‘I've just

About had

Enough’

 

Dents

Of

Cartoon

Men

 

Dents

Revealing

Carioglyphicis

Secret

Tiny hearts

And

Kisses

 

Dents

That sign

A lesser

Than

A Greater

Than

 

I pretend

I’m blind

And run

My fingers

Over the

Dents of

Time

 

...

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The Street

The monkeys in the parlour banging on a drum
The child is skipping in the yard, watching having fun. 

A boy of only seven dressed in his Sunday best Is chasing the can down the street, all his friends look on impressed 
 
The mistress is getting ready, with her lipstick shocking red, 
slowing pulling up her stocking and putting perfume upon her chest.

The old ladies washing clothes again...

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Also by Ria Richardson:

Urgh.... | Chemotherapy | Cancer | lost love pt 2 | Snowfall | Blah blah! | As I lay to sleep | William Green | You lied | shrine | Lost Love | Misfit | Look up | Tom doesn't give a shit | Clatty |

The Butterfly- Man

Since hatching out of a cocoon,

This butterfly has had many tastes of pollen.

So many whims and fads on which to feed,

Just like the hungry caterpillar.

 

Whilst being an infant – he would froth at the mouth,

With every new idea and urge,

Driving friends mad and give them a reason to bully.

 

First it was cowboys, plastic soldier armies, world war 2,

Action men and St...

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Also by David Addington:

Window Grey (1994) | merry Christmas | So Easily Pleased | Kindle publishing | Sunset on sleaze | Mother Christmas (97) | ABSCESS (1996) |

A Gift of Love

Loneliness breeds sadness.

Like an illness it spreads,

takes hold,

takes ones breath away,

and,

grips ones heart,

tight

in a strangling knot

of grief.

An apparition of love

appears to soothe and comfort,

but as it evaporates and is gone,

a wave of emptiness takes it's place.

A look, a gesture, seems to offer love,

but it is only a memory,

fading fast.

...

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Also by Jill Ashforth:

For Simon | Colour | Shadows | Today's pleasures | Lost | An old love that deepens | Skipness Painting | Porto Colom Beach | Dreams of Pushkar | Agra's Jewel | Sunrises |

loneliness. giftLove

mother

get some of this

delicate balance

as day and night

from night to day

who is trapped?

asked gaia

who is trapped?

asked god

may be y'all

should be

..conversing..

yeah?

the dance is for the motion!

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destiny

I DREAMT YOU WERE LITTLE AGAIN

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I dreamt you were little again;

We were walking through Filey in rain;

You looked so cute in

Your first romper suit;

I dreamt you were little again.

 

Your mittens were tied through your sleeves;

Your red wellies kicked through the leaves;

Your new woolly bonnet

Had fake fur upon it;

Your mittens were tied through your sleeves.

 

Were you happier then than you’r...

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Also by John Coopey:

ROUND JOHN BURGIN | CHRISTMAS WRAP | IF | ANOTHER MORAL DILEMMA | JOSE MOURINHO | The Masterly Strategy of Inactivity (Not In My Name) |

DESERT(ED) LANDS

Oil-rich Arab neighbours

Are close by troubled lands,

Yet where are the labouring saviours -

Where are their helping hands?

 

A much-vaunted religious teaching

Seems common to them all

Yet where is its charity reaching

When conflict comes to call?

 

It sees its disciples fleeing

Far off alien lands to roam

Does it see what we're not seeing

As its millions see...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

Bah! Humbug | THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS - a Seasonal re-post | MOVING ON - for my sister | QUESTION | OPERATION OVERLOAD (or D<FOR DEMISE>-DAY!) | WAR AND PEACE |

Below the Surface

If I scratch the surface,

would I find an itch?

or would I find a chasm

corroded by a bitch

either them be true 

my conscience it doth say

just stick a plaster on it

we'll look another day

 

 

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Also by PatricioLG:

Out at sea | Christmas Cracker |

Final Chapter: Ghost

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Oh, Hello sweet angel

Are you here to take me away?

Just let me sing one more song

Before I start my journey to the afterlife  

 

You’re an unmovable mountain

Gentle as the ocean

Sweet as honey

God’s greatest creation

 

You've seen me, do I look okay to you?

You laugh and I smile back to humor you

I know you feel me next to you

Even though this is for the las...

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Also by Keith Williams:

Chapter 14:Her | Chapter 13: Ghost | Chapter 12:Her | Chapter 11: Ghost | Chapter 10:Her | Chapter 9: Ghost | Chapter 8:Her | Chapter 7:Ghost | Chapter 6:Her | Chapter 5: Ghost | Chapter 4:Her | Chapter 3: Ghost | Chapter 2:Her | Chapter 1: Ghost | Decemeber Morning |

crossroadheaven

Be Mine Tonight

For a night

Just for a few hours

Let's pretend love doesn't hurt

Hold me, nestled against my growing belly

Your hand, as it travels all the way down

To stake claim to what is not yours.

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Waiting for Nancy (Book) now out

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A somewhat revised version (i.e. - a fair bit improved i hope) book version of Waiting for Nancy is now finally out,

A copy can now be bought from http://www.lulu.com/shop/http://www.lulu.com/shop/gray-nicholls/waiting-for-nancy/paperback/product-22502540.html?ppn=1

Or get in touch with me directly and we'll work out the price from there.

A new sequence which i think will form Book 2 'Sel...

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Blind LOVE

You must know
Life is not a show
You go up, you go down
But stop acting like a clown


You may pretend you don't care
Anyway you know what we share
Every time we both meet
We're falling in love a little bit


I do love you but never said
I'll still be like a shade
Will be watching all your moves
One day you'll see it proves


That the one from the past
Was always first to give help fa...

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Also by Sandra Meryem:

Too Proud to be happy! |

careclowndeadly night shadefalling in loveloveshowtrouble

On Catching Sight of Autumn

at half past four
   the farthest moor
ran blood red
   with sinking sun

early gathered guttered leaves
   catching hint of winters breath
   decorously quiver
in the lingered still of dusk

while in one hundred kitchens
   baked beans simmer
beneath the steam-whistle of transition
   from the polarities of the classroom
   to the less defined contests of the home

this samian splendid ...

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Also by jeremy young:

Sonnet to 1680 |

Octolune I

Moon a round cheese

Nibbled away

Sheared sharp

A curve of scimitar at dawn

Disappears

Scything the sunset

D for destiny

Ballooning at midnight.

Dec 2015

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Also by Freda Davis:

Sudoku |

Octolune Moon phases lunar crescent dawn sunset na

These words in my head 

have been left unsaid 

for i am not yet dead 

but you have left me speachless 

and i now have no beath to speak 

and you have made me week 

week in my knees 

for i cannot see

how much damage you really coused me 

i cannot speak 

my mouth just dropped 

but these feelings cannot stop

i love you so 

so much that i cant take no more and ha...

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Also by Madison Martin:

50 words just for you. | My last resting place. |

We Kissed As The House Blew Away

Remember when we kissed all night
in taxis
bar booths
cinemas
in takeaways
phone boxes
queues
in crowds
in fields
on cliff tops
white sands
in ostentatious style
with absolute certainty
standing in rivers
rolling on haystacks
in tents
in love…

To lose ourselves in kisses
was all we ever wanted
‘lose yourself in kisses’
that’s all I ever said

Do you remember
the last time ...

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Also by Tom:

A Quiet Night At The Telescope |

no kisses here to speak of

Lonliness

No one likes lonliness,

It's an endless pit of darkness.

Battling gruesome demons,

Struggling to forget those wretched memories.

Decayed flowers and surging tides,

Lonilness is sleep deprivation, a weak soul, a cold heart, 

Lonliness is my biggest demon.

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lonlinesspoetpoetry

Travel along

Through the green lanes, following the cemented roads;
With new hopes above head,covered with blue mould.

I was on my way to discover new sea;
Miles and miles afar was the new world awaiting for me.

To catch hold of it i got wet in the rain;
There's some kind of young drug running in my vein.

There's still hope in the lifted hand within the crowded lane;
There's it where i can settle ...

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travelling

Happy Christmas!

 

 

Hi,

 

Just want to wish all poets a very merry christmas and all the best for the New Year.

 

Let's hope it blossoms into a year 'we all' would cherish. It prolly won't, but, don't give up hope.

 

A poet without hope, is a redundant poet! After all, it is the hope for change that keeps us going, keeps us writing.

 

Have a gooden.

 

xxx

 

 

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

21 Grams |

Hymn of a Northern Clime

All hail the Winter Solstice!

The everlasting Sun

Force of Light and Life

Returns to us once more.

 

O Sun, we trust Thee.

Thou wilt not abandon us

To desolation of shadow

And frozen sleep.

We honour

Your guardians of gloom

The gliding Moon, your Eyes of Night

And Sky Fire.

 

Behold!

We celebrate and make merry

With feasting, drink and song,

With...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Child of Beauty | Cherry Jam |

The Gap on the Bap

I buy hotdogs and some buns
The amounts do not tally
So I have to buy more hotdogs to finish the buns
Then I buy mor buns to finish the hotdogs
Maybe if  do this often enough
It will cancel itself out

Or more likely
I will become bloated and addicted
To hotdogs and buns
And buy funeral cover from the same supermarket
Where I buy hotdogs and buns

But if they take my custom lightly
I...

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Also by Declan Grimes:

Where's Me Brief?: She Knew Ronnie Biggs When He Was Still Someone Worth Knowing | Are You Taking the Piss Out of My Pint? |

When will it begins to liquefy?

The sun with its
Fingers of ray
Caressing and dubbing
Thawed the ice,
Which a brook,
Soon bubbled
Forward to advance!

When will my
Lovelorn and
The frost of loneliness
Congealed soul
Begins to liquefy
In a way
Description that defy
Fine-tuned to
A soul mate's voice
And enticing eyes
With a heart
Engaged in ecstasy
Choreographed dance?

 

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

A Far Cry From | Remiss in expanding | A True Friend | Double victory | Truth Has More Risk | Diffrent faces of the same coin | Bouncing Back | Regeretted I | Yes indeed 'Music is life's Sound Track! ' As on the rail of time An old song verse Transports us back A decade or a score Even more, To recollect A quality time With a lover We spent Though probably Now the boat Is irretrievably lost. Or it makes us rem |

lovelorn soulmate

The Enemy

The Enemy

He's always by my side
Sometimes a step ahead
Sometimes a step behind
But no matter where I am
He follows me like the sun
And wears me down like the moon
A reflection of the mirror
And all that I can see
Is the enemy....

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Also by Smash Lee:

Our Songs | Theory | Shock Proof | By the Hearth | Blurred Lines |

sleep now

Sweet dreams. I hope the grass is greener, and that the people give you the time of day as they pass you by; a stick to cleave into the dirt so that you will know when to murmur my name and flutter your glassy eyes.

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Also by Andrea Sharpe:

short #3 | short #2 | short #1 | love | goodnight | foresight | excuse me | huh? | PTSD | falter and break | no esteem | late night? | birthday |

Cambridge University Bares All

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University student paper

The Tab magazine

popular annual competition

cute and loveable

naked asses exposed.

 

Sculptured so well

curvy blonde Katie

cheeky cheeks showing

slender flowing model

fully frontal statue.

 

University library showcases

santa hat Anne

well rounded red

slim white ring

totally bare buttocks.

 

Traditional dining hall

B...

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On the application form I explained my reasons for

Three sisters.

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...


I have three sisters
three sisters mine
they all hate dancin’
they all love flyin’.

they fly round the kitchen
while mother makes tea.
Natalia
Svetlana
and
Tatiana makes three.


....

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Also by Mikhail Smith:

... the glass from the mirror. |

https://neilelderpoetry.wordpress.com/

It is almost Christmas but it is wet and very windy out there. So let us rewind to a poem I wrote a while back as we go in search of some heat and romance.
This poem ‘Arles, 1992’ was written in response to a photograph. A group of us from Herga Poets got together with a local photography club and wrote our responses to what they gave us. We worked from the prompt and went our own direction –...

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Playing in fire

Last night I played with fire

The kind that burns blue,
And melts something new.

Last night I played with fire 

The good kind 

The kind that burns,
Never to tire

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Also by Leorah Rohnaz:

Flooring it | Stop signs are there for a reason | Muddled Brain Puddles | Closed Door | An Animal Painting |

How to get everything you ever wanted

1.
Invent a war.
Something bloody and fratricidal.
Lose an uncle to barrel bombs
a brother to secret police.

2.
Three years in, flee.
Pack only what you can carry:
clothes, smartphone, children, cash.
Slip away at night, in silence.

3.
Take your leave of the flat, bakery, office,
rubble-filled streets where the kids once ran
shell of the cafe where old men
drank qahwa, played she...

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Also by steve pottinger:

this will be a re-run |

migrationpoliticsrefugeessyriawar

When without you

When without you;

Scrolling; I kiss your display pictures

Seems it has become a ritual

Browsing through the reveries

Once you gave me that key-holder

I caress it as if an amulet

Just sipped-in something bitter

Navigating you inside somewhere

 

Can sense those flashes

Of amorousness

Arms holding me from behind

Every part of me getting unwind

Fingers flickering...

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#poem #love

Christmas Reminisces

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It’s Christmas Eve and the streets are overflowing

With smiling happy faces full of yuletide joy

Sitting spellbound before a blazing festive fire

It seems not so long ago when I was just a boy

But now I’m grown and all I have is memories

Of happy days and nights so innocent and pure

Oh mother of mine if only you were here

I miss you so much this time of year for sure

But li...

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Friend for a Day

One, two, three, four
Solitude surrounds me
The odd one out
Baring chattered teeth

Or so it feels
I can't really say
But it exists
And it aches

If I had a wish
For only one thing
All I'd ask for
Would be a friend for a day

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friendship

Changing metre without reason

Treated as poetic treason!

 

So treat the metre with respect 

convey your point and with each step

 

must use the beat to your advantage

And use the rules to micromanage.

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Also by Daniel Wardak:

Ti tum ti tum ti tum ti tum ti tum | Whispers | Slave | You. | Deathfire Grasp | It went; |

Lulu Turns The Key

Lulu sits in her coupe

smoking home grown

outside 'Billy's Super Rib'

that proudly never closes.

 

Where she works

for seven years now

listening to Mexican radio

that annoyingly never ends.

 

There isn’t much

to contemplate.

Just the dust

and the sizzled wind.

 

The boys that

come and go

on motorcycles, methadone,

and mediocrity.

 

So Lul...

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Trees

I have always liked

The look

The smell

The touch of trees

Old or young

Frosted

Naked

Barren

With or without leaves

I like their shape

Their form

Their fruit

Their spawn

I like the way they grow

Tall sharp and upright

Buckled or bent

Blown and hewn

Not manicured or sawn

I like their roots

The way they

Spread, rise

Contorted and worn

...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Napalm death | Church of stone | Drop the needle |

Light

Light, it shines brighter than the stars
shining throughout space, n' through our hearts

Bringing hope to our world.
It began our lives,
entering our eyes,

Soothes all but one,
Put the shadows on the run

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Lightpeace

Black Christmas

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Black Christmas

 

Fifty fucking years

this black snow’s fallen

every Christmas.

It fell on my father

and his father before him.

 

Stepping out

into the grey December light

cold and tired.

Home to a bath

and the warm hearth

of family.

 

A bond of men

tighter than brothers,

thicker than blood,

darker than midnight.

 

All gone now,

like d...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Herod | Broke | Perhaps... |

death of communitykellingleylast deep coal mineminerspit closure

Like I've Never Felt

Like I’ve Never Felt

Feeling like you can never be happy again

Heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak

But, one day

Everything changes

Someone walks into your life

And they make you feel like you’ve never felt before

For once something is working out

All you can seem to do is smile

And you feel your heart being put together again

Scary

Isn’t it?

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