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Breathe in this moment

Breathe in this moment,

And breathe out your rage.

Serenity and peace

Will come as you age.

Worry not of your folly,

But let the past go.

Just like the weather,

Let everything flow.

Life, it comes natural

To us on this earth,

The right to our freedom

Is given at birth

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Also by Eric Berard:

But soon, he will be free | The heartless child wanders | I just don't know what to do anymore | My soul seeks to be free | Grow together | Back into my mind I go | Move With the World's Flow |

Therein The Beast Lies

Therein The Beast Lies

 

     How complicit are they,

They that propagate the hate

We serve beneath?

And you my friend of World,

Are you in allegiance

With deceit and power and,

Should and does it matter today?

 

     Do we allow reality

Befall us all,

Or do we turn our back

Upon its value,

‘Consider’ only ourselves

And not,

     The World

In whic...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

The Yearning - Broken |

Say Nothing

Hush….

 

Don’t

Write

Don’t

Say a

Word

 

A time

And

A place

Not to

Diverse 

Say

Nothing

 

If nothing

Is written

Or

Said

It cannot

Be seen

Or placed

In the head

 

If not

Heard

Or

Seen

Then it

Didn’t

Take place

 

There’s

An art

To saying

Nothing

 

Fingers on

Lips

Children

And

...

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WHAT WOULD WE DO IF THE POEMS RAN OUT

What would we do if the poems ran out

our energy supplies cut off?

 

How would we explain that away

without the words and what they convey?

 

Like the blind we'd have to evolve

with only the touchrod of insight to solve

 

those infinite days and their challenging ways

 

to stumble over imponderable matters

and stare at statues

or bleakly at sunsets

devoid ...

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Also by ray pool:

BIG BAND | NOVEMBER DAYS | MARBLES | SMALL ASSASSINATIONS | WHEN MARGARET MET RONALD | IN SHEPHERD'S BUSH W.12 | A RIDE ON THE FOOTPLATE OF LORD NELSON | THEY'RE LEAVING HOME | SERVICE WITH A SMILE | ser | ser | THE UNPROTECTED STREET | SOUTHERN ELECTRIC | THE DAY THE CLOUDS CAME | POWER CUT | THE WISDOM OF THE UPRIGHT SPINE | WHAT'S THE TIME ON MARS? | DOVERCOURT BAY HOLIDAY CAMP 1950 | GOLF: THE REAL STORY part the second | GOLF: THE REAL STORY | AN EVENING AT THE RITZ BALLROOM BRIGHOUSE WITH THE JOE LOSS ORCHESTRA | MONOPOLY BLUES | WAITING WITH SAD PATIENCE | IN A FUNNY SORT OF WAY | BEHIND THE WHEEL | ON V.E. DAY | WHEN BUGSY SIEGEL MADE THE BIG TIME | WE'RE MAKING REAL PROGRESS | THE GATE OF THE RISING SUN | THE FOG | LITTLE GIRL IN LOVE | ON THE NORTHERN LINE |

poetry

This is the modern world ...

I open my front door, straight into climate change and the dull M1 roar – all hours.

I go to the school as a teacher, only to drain creativity and imagination out of the kids,

With constant assessment and onlyone focus on grades.

GCSE’s are only league tables’ kids. 

 

I pass by people, finger fucking their apps and friends with smart phone dementia.

Press ‘like’ , press ‘share’ ...

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Also by David Addington:

Bluff amongst the olives (For Ted Hughes and J.R.Hartley) | Dividing the corners (a prose poem - stream of consciousness type of thing) 97' | If (a song lyric) | Up int' Pool | Making a blog and what a good site this is | WHERE WE LAST MET | From Evolution (95) | Thoughts on parsley | Thoughts of a 'pea' | ANOTHER WORLD (Inspired by the poems of Adrian Henri) 97' | HISTORIC AGE OF EXCELLENCE (1996) | IN – BETWEEN DAY (an ansgt poem of the 90's) | The Bass (96) | INFLUENZA (95) | BAT - (MAN) | Kingdom of the fells | A Galaxy far, far away... (first draft 2015) | Campfire song | ROADWORKS (97) | Preponderance of GOD (type thing) | Haiku | Restless Spirit (first ever poem written 1991) | http://SURF'S UP.mmm (1997) | On Visiting Rome | Disappointments | Rob the train | On a visit to Amsterdam in 2006 | Southend DeNiro | Peak – Y – appetite (Matlock, 1998) | 18A IN KESWICK (1995) | As Sala malai kum | Genevive (1998) | On the dole in Workington (1995) | X-ray specs (97) | Tuna chaos (1995) | Sunbathing (1995) 20th anniversary edition | St Christopher's court (student accommodation) (1998) | A man walks into a pub... (1999) | The lonely Roman (For Auden, 97) | S & R NONSENSE (messing with a dictionary) | Waiting for Old Smoothy | A bit of a do at the poetry café | M. O. T. (self-portrait, 1998) | Damp day in the Lakes 97' | Ode to a friend |

Against All Odds

Tyson Fury is definitely one of a kind

A man of grit and steel if you don’t mind

A gentle giant with something special to prove

Inside the ring, just watch him on the move

The boxing world is in for an almighty shock

From this travelling man of Irish gypsy stock

His opponent is a mountain named Klitschko

Will he triumph and win the day - I don’t think so

They go into battle...

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Crowd Measures

Suggestion to believe, attempts for waking

Operating in quizzed facade, holes masking

Reality, tenants streaming, marked, restless

People too proud to sign away the crust

Almost defiant, though wind and cold dent

Order in file, pattern disrupted, hard-desked

Travel through fire to freeze in fog warped

Control can't take the heart from the flame.

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2015

missing memory

Back where I was once

I am now contrived,

Awaiting the return trip;

Waiting in strained advance-

Abandoned thus obliged.

This situationist event

Becomes an angry retort:

To reply to actions

One must think

of the consequences-

Or file a 'Missing' report.

 

words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

The trouble with Derek | will there be anything else...? | "sir?" | Anonymous | (untitled) | Deeply breathing | Deeply breathing |

The Ladies Hat

I wrote this poem while in Aviemore on a Highland Creative Writing course.  We had to pick an item of furniture and turn it into somethingelse.  I chose a lampshade and turned it into a hat.

The ladies hat

Was like a lampshade

And it was

Much too big

When she put it on

It altered the shape

Of her wig!

She was hoping to

Go to Ascot

And the races

But, when her hat an...

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Also by Tina Rooney:

It rained for 40 days and 40 nights |

The Dearth of Abigail

The wind howls,

The choral voice of unified wolves,

In the night - the wild pack stalks,

Reaping vengeance with blood fueled sentiment,

It twists and turns in my gut,

Feral outcasts to sink teeth,

Snarling with vicious purpose,

To tear sinew from bone,

Plunging deeper into innocent flesh,

That bleeds with reverence,

Life pouring from my sullen veins,

I revile the r...

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Anger in a Spin

Wanting solid understanding

instead Mother adopting

vain Stepsister coming

from fairytale home.

 

Glass mirror Princess

taunting humple dwelling

upper class mountain

overlooking council valley.

 

Outrageous branded outfits

fashionable tasteless shoes

lifestyle not fitting

into Waynes's world.

 

To escape tension

smoking strong weed

getting so high

...

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Also by Nigel Astell:

One of Many | Just the Three of Us |

Taunting she pulls two social strings of the heart

there

cuttin daisy
oh, we gettin hazy
forgettin the trophy wives
paying in time, midnight tithes

pearly grins chasing irrespose
knife kept close to the table though
we're beginners to skullduggery
past the age of forty five
self-manager funeral the righteous ones
we're scandal like a saint suns

blood for iron 
that's how we've always traded it
prove your worthlessness in a cage
earnt re...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

lost compass magnet (11/22/2015) | 4300 (11/15/2015) | John Wayne 1613 (11/05/2015) |

no no no no no yes

The Freedom of 'ART'

I think

Poetry has Power:

the definitive Art of Words.

Perhaps a siren song of tonal syllables

running music through the mind;

an elusive vision caught with inspired imagery;

or a bold reality wrenched into reason;

But especially the seductive expansion

of metaphysical meaning

whether deliberate or not.

 

I think

we taste and test the value of an apt word

pr...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

A Hard Line | Reflections on 'Aristotle's Poetics' |

comrade osborne and the little red book

comrade osborne and the little red book


The chancellor’s autumn statement
and McDonnell’s quoting Mao!
It’s a joke. A jest. A jolly jape
to illustrate just how
George is selling off our assets
to global profiteers
and the Chinese state is buying up
the things which we hold dear
while the media says... nothing
a conspiracy of silence
on illiterate economics
and structural state viol...

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Also by steve pottinger:

21st c. enlightenment blues |

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THE WOOLLY TRUNKS

We didn’t have much money but none of us did then;

I hope we never see those austere times come back again.

But Mam and Dad both did their best for Linda and for me

So once a year we’d take the train for Skeggie-by-the-Sea.

We packed our sheets and blankets and put-ups for our bunks

But worst of all embarrassments we packed the woolly trunks.

 

The woolly trunks were legend; m...

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Also by John Coopey:

TRIG'S BROOM | A TRIP TO THE ZOO | RYAN AIR 2 | THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN |

DEREK HATTON

With a nod to Edward Thomas.

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

Yes - I remember Derek Hatton...the name

Because one political summer of heat

The media drew up there interestedly.

The Party hissed.  Many votes left and few votes came

To that bare platform

What I recall is Hatton...just the name.

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

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

DO YOU BELIEVE? | PARIS - FRIDAY 13 NOV. 2015 | UNCHARITABLE THOUGHTS (1) | UNCLE NICK | BEST INFORMED | FOR JENNY | THE LAST OF THE PAST | HAND OVER |

Balancing act

I should find

some way to combine

the lightness of these giggles

and earnest, loaded questions,

this freedom, ropes of light,

my sorrow, pounded wisdom.

 

I should move

between the child who wants

just to be fickle, tickling, gaping,

and this silent, throbbing person

whose torments are my own.

Red leaves are rotting under too much care.

 

Can we tilt

am...

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queen nicotine

Nicotine is my queen,
She will be with me allways ,
But she treats me so mean,
Shes wot i want allways,
My freedom i want to redeem,
But im her prisoner allways.

She stands there with her hand on her hip, and licking her lip
I cant refuse a kiss.
Im calling out mayday,
I cant keep this
bitch at bay.

She stole my soul,
Now im stuck
in this tobacco hell hole.
Shes between my finger...

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Also by Robyn Valentine:

Lust lies | A crack in love | Step back | A soft touch | That first kiss | Through the night | Life, love and lust. |

dance

life is but a dance,

from the fast to the slow 

from the heartbreaking to the breath taking

we live a dance

 

work is merely  the box step

going round and round again

ralationships are like the conga

kick a leg out only to bring it back again

life is just a dance

 

prosicution of the steps are key

if you fail you need to get back into the rythm of success

bac...

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Also by Gypno:

once in a dream | friends | rivers | alone | push on |

life

A stone can't

Only on grounds of seniority
By default
You try to assume authority
But mind that
Though for a century
Under water comfortably sat,
Swim like a fish
A stone can't!//

 

With no effort to acquire knowledge, at times  some members of the old staff undermine the young staff !

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Who is the saint? | What a turn of fate! | A shifting goal post | Devil could not be God |

Arrogance conceit

The Snowflake

The Snowflake Poem

 

A form of infinite beauty

A creation unlike any other,

Every crystal a masterpiece

Of design never to be repeated,

Crafted in the greatest architecture

But so transiently and fleetingly seen.

 

One flake of individual beauty

Made to melt and be lost forever,

Every frosted fern just gone

With no trace left behind,

One of nature’s greatest ...

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C-R-A-P World Holidays

I’m looking for a holiday. 
I’m surfing on the internet. 
I want a little getaway, 
a place I haven’t been yet. 
I hit on this site 
-‘s got lovely colour photos, 
the prices are all right, 
there’s lotsa countries you can go. 
It’s called: Culturerelaxationandadventurepackageworld.com. Culturerelaxationandadventurepackageworld.com 
That’s C-R-A-P-World dot com. 
C-R-A-P 
CRAP WORLD! CR...

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Also by Tim Ellis:

No Warning | Fracking Hell! | Speak The Unspeakable |

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Ecoute

Ecoute L’Indifference

Mister Watts and I are struggling to persuade
the venerable ladies of Cottingham Library
to let us loose on the good book borrowers
of Cottingham and Mister Watts and I

are so very dedicated to our craft. That 
of poetry and our recitals even though I say 
so myself are very entertaining. We have that
Pizzazz. But the esteemed ladies pass on our

details to anot...

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Also by Peter Knaggs:

The Sesh |

Power

Blood. 

Crimson, shining, wet.

It pools around my feet, 

Weaving through the valleys of my toes.

Warm to the touch.

Beauty found in the form of creation:

I created this. I brought this to the surface. 

Allowed it to travel my hills and valleys;

Emotions running over my knees

Hate dripping off my thigh

Love contouring my wrists.

Power found in the smallest of object...

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Also by MusicPoet:

Stabbed | absence |

Bordering On The Rediculous

Bordering On The Ridiculous.

 

We’re leading up to Christmas,

The season of goodwill,

The bombings and the shootings,

There’s someone there to kill.

 

The global situation,

The terror is the street.

And half a million refugees,

Are voting with their feet.

 

You can’t equate our village life,

With Syria or worse,

Our lives must seem like heaven,

And thei...

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Savour the Fall

Outside a warm room

In some middle-class place

 

Tramps starve

Children drown

Economies crumble

Nations arm

Wars rage

Powers fall

People mourn

Debts mount

Rapists prowl

Fools pray

Cars crash

Victims weep

Wounds bleed

Madmen rage

 

The kettle clicks.

A steaming latte

Warms contented lips.

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Also by J F Keane:

Atlas Shrugged |

Lattesavour the fall

Modern Science

(Another Limerick-rant)

 

Their behaviour was quite idiotic


Concerning the antibiotic


Jabbing swig after swig


Into fattening pig


Leaving future bug-battling chaotic

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Anything they can do we can do.....? |

Why?

Soft murmurings 

Carried on the wings of a breeze, 

Lost in space 

Not knowing 

Why. 

Breeze turns to gale 

Murmurings become screams and 

Shouting 

Why? 

Only God knows! 

 

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Also by Anita Connor:

Who is this sod called God? | Bow window | Fish in the fog! | The light is brighter | Who am I? | Feeling loved |

It ends when it comes

A weakened soul replicates an owl 

concerned this delicate branch will fail

lay still, perturbed to retrace

today's shift a far off place

eventually will arrive in its own time 

if one awakens to save face

 

A constant sorrow known too well

frequently isolated constant spell

not to mention that fateful word

down in the dungeon unheard

way down where the brave men g...

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Also by PatricioLG:

Magnus | Damn Garden | Ghosts are the past | Bot or Not ? | Need to write | Hated but Loved | I hear the Woodpecker | Moonlit Lake | Love is peace | Man | Seasoned | Wear a poppy? | Same year, Worlds apart | Looking out of the window | I write coz | The November line | Troubled sleep | Sausage |

CROC OF SHIT

From Facebook came a Croc of Shit

To read and click and share

No longer I'll put up with it

Accused that I 'don't care'

 

"Share this if you have a heart"

"If you 'like' please type 'Amen'"

It stinks more than a day old fart

To read this shit again.. again.. again

 

I don't care if you send a curse

Wrath of God and all his might

One Direction would be worse

A...

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Also by Daniel Dwyran:

DEALS ON WHEELS | THE PLACE WHERE ONLY DEAD MEN SLEEP |

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Lantern Lane

It’s okay
in our own ways
we all break
apart sometimes

when we’re apart
sometimes
I break

I saw the light one evening
walking home
what was I doing 
lost, there
when I should have been 
with you
just you

It’s okay
in our own ways
we all break
apart sometimes

Walking home
I face myself fully
face all I’ve done

And tell myself
it’s okay
it’s alright
we all break
br...

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self reflection

Chant Down the common enemy

 

We’ll never rest after stating: we can’t

We need a short common word composite

Let’s make a global one love people’s chant

Not big media but the opposite

 

They want our minds to stay in their big box

They’re kind of good at scaring everyone

What they can really do good is kick rocks

They want to make sure to sell every gun

 

They’ll have us think Bill, young wo...

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Summers End Turvin Moor to Cragg Vale

Summer’s End, Turvin Moor to Cragg Vale

The long dry spell affects me

Peat desiccated and dusty taking the shine off my boots

White sand blown and banked at the path sides into small dunes

Quartz scoured from rock outcrops peppers the peat hags

Heather flowers faded from purple to brown husks clinging to clothing

Collon Bobs with ash coloured stems petrified by last winter’s burn

...

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Also by Graham Ramsden:

Picking snails by moonlight |

Dark

Dark

It is the darkest of dark                              

An inky black of Carbon Sea

Where sky and water are of one

Where hell in its fury is unleashed

As it sweeps and swaggers

Upon all it surveys

Fury set ablaze

Its shadow cast upon sea and land

Every man, woman or child that falls

Beneath its breath

Beneath its gaze that witness

The spark and crackle of r...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Summers such as these |

Answer to a Prayer

I was kind of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.

Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.

The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.

So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me ...

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Also by Allen Jo Mathews:

A Dream Come True | My Baby Boo |

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Paris, 13 November 2015

Paris, 13 November 2015

 

I weep for you, Paris,

Every beautiful boulevard,

Every humble street

Whose pavements so often have welcomed my feet –

 

Every drop of blood shed;

Every beating heart dead;

Every au revoir said –

 

Your heart-beat is mine, too:

Paris, I weep for you –

 

And WE say to hate: you will never destroy

Good. And we SHALL sing for joy ...

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Horror Story

Full moon.

A wolf turned human

Is given papers,

A leather carrying case,

A chair and desk

At which to gnaw

His new chains.

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Also by Tom Harding:

November | Cat | Late Night |

Kite Flying

Take the freedom of fields
And the spirit of youth
Share it - let go of your cares
Fly your kite with a passion
and ignore the dull fashion
to stay indoors – Get some fresh air
 
Take hold of the reins
Make freedom your aim
Gape in awe as it sails in the breeze
Allow a smile to your face
And give daydreams some space
Just watch out for lightning and trees

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Vindication

Tear off my guilt,
tie me to your salvation,
innocence will fall,
at your feet of vindication.

 

Katypoetess 2015

 

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Also by Katy Megan:

Ecstasy |

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Kieran

 

Our lovely son
One minute you were here
And then you were gone.
We tried all we could to help you stay
But you just faded away.

And your mother she did all she could,
And me, along in tow; but nothing could we do:
But face the fact of desolation row.

For decades we have lived with this
And tried the best we can,
But Kieran’s very absence
Has left me as I am.

 

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Take My Hand

Take my hand

Where we stand

I know you can

If you just try

I dont want to cry

But it hurts

Makes me feel like dirt

Why can't you hold my hand?

Is it because I'm bland?

Are you proud?

Am I too loud?

Why can't you just say I am yours and you are mine?

Everything was going fine

But alas I feel like I'm lying

I'm wanting more

More than you are willing to gi...

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Also by Amanda:

My feelings on Obamacare | Butterflies -- 07/2015 | Nervous -- 07/2015 |

Poetry at Stalybridge Train station

despite not been at my best today, i was over today at a exhibition launch at stalybridge train station mixing together poetry and photography which featured two of my poems 

http://onewriterandhispc.blogspot.co.uk/2015/11/poetry-at-stalybridge-train-station.html

it's in the waiting room on platform 4 if you are ever passing. excellent fun (

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Also by Andy N:

poems-for-national-psoriais-awarness week |

Our Lives, Our Lives

The sharp sounds of popping gun shots.

The sharp reality of every shot heard

rings out to another mindless death

another mindful human being.

The gunmen hidden from view

finding it hard to relate

Hard to understand...

the gunmen's venomous hate.

Senseless killing, screams chilling.

Scrambling to escape in any route they find.

Clinging to window panes

Whilst panicke...

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Paris is Beautiful

Paris is beautiful

knee deep in French blood

stepped over by my Muslim brothers

it's understood


 

you saw him in a doorway

heard him chant

“where doing this in Allah's name”

saw him collect groceries and a few chemicals in between


 

but you did nothing ...

but step over French blood

it's understood ..


 

as it's western and impure

holds the values ...

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Also by David R Mellor:

I Have Killed My Child |

Its Time

Little by little,

the noose is tightened.

Breathe slow,

Its time.

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Also by Lory Gaur:

Burn Me |

BEYOND THE HORIZONS

The ice in her eyes

Melted the trickle of lies

Encrypted on her face

Exposing a jasmine malaise

 

A trace of despair

Aces - a pair

Concealed up her sleave

Flattered to decieve

 

The weave of the web

The nails - a bed

The words - token

Olive branches, stripped - broken

 

Guilt sounds tip toe

Around a blonde glow

In the looking glass

Of new mown ...

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Journals

Something I've been pondering:

When you read a journal's submission guidelines, they almost always say "Read a few issues of our journal first, so you know what sort of thing we want." But time and money constrain the number of journals that anyone can keep up with. Does this really mean that it's only good form to attempt to submit to four or five particular journals?

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Old Court Gig

Read a couple of poems at Old Court, Wigan for the first time and enjoyed it. Great atmosphere, great poems and (dare I say it?) great compere. Hope to see you all next time.

 

Bill Lythgoe

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How not to

How to write poetry manuals

How sad are they?

That so desperately seeking

You’d take time from the day

To give credence to what

The accepted might say

To sit in a room

And think it away  

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Also by harry:

Bullshit | Full Stop | War as a Cure | Shut Up and Write | Drop at Prater Park |

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