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moon is shining bright as day

back behind the conifers
   sap scented creosoted fence
splintered excitement tingles
to be alone

she shows me hers
and I show mine

thumb hooked market stall cheapness
   with cute cartoons stretch
we crane necks to inspect
   the unexpected

      as clothes rise and fall
   her face the size of the sun
our den becomes the world

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Also by jeremy young:

suffer little chldren | To Tenby | Triangular Trade | Trombone Voluntary | Still in Motion | Third Party | Fishing a' Dusk | White Field Green Sheep | echo | . | Circus School |

Eternity

For all the world He came to die - a man despised and scorned

Born to show us what to do - and how we now are warned

That life is short, and death is near, we'll never know the day

When suddenly we'll shed our cares - our frame will soon decay!

The time we have is precious -a meagre span of years

It passes by so swiftly, and then we'll know the fears

Of what He said - of what we'...

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Left Behind

November 2, 2013 3:48 am
boo
 
November 23, 2013 10:50 pm
yo
 
February 10th, 11:43pm
Um hi
 
about an hour ago
This one girl i used to see came by like christmas, throwing pebbles against the glass of my window in the middle of the night like in the movies. I wonder where she is now.

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

long light (03/29/2015) | Eye-Toothed (03/26/2015) | Holly Buddy 2213 | keanu Reeves 0926 (3/24/15) | autumn division notes | doctorate (3/14/15) | Men of Sand (3/12/15) | Paint Thinner (03/07/2015) | Featherweight (03/04/2015) | Ray Charles 0553 (02/28/2015) |

unrequited a thousand kisses left in the breeze

THIS GALLIPOLI

THIS GALLIPOLI

I dreamt last night,

Of cool grass between my toes,

Tender breeze playing upon my naked, clean, fresh body.

I breathed deeply and I smelt the familiar musk of her,

Mixed with the vague aroma of perfumed hair.

I felt gentle breath upon my neck,

Caress of soft skin upon my own.

I felt peace.

 

But dreams are short,

Sleep a too rare luxury,

Sounds of...

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Also by Jacqueline Phillips:

Breasts Gone Wrong | Giving In | Lady Spodden | R.A.M. |

Ol' Stagger Lee

Stagger Lee!
He was a bad, bad man,
That Stagger Lee!

Gamblin' man, known
By the ol' river boat,
But he's not known for
His way with the ladies.
He's that bad man
Who pulled his gun and shot a man!

Stagger Lee,
He was a bad, bad man!
A bad, bad man,
That Stagger Lee!

One night, he and Billy Lyons
Were sittin' at the table
Playin' for some change,
And, you know, Stagger
'Bout...

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Also by wrestledwithjimmy:

I've Lost My Mind | The Day In the Sun | Rose | Today |

folk songs

The way to learn fuckall

You must

(said the wise)

forget the past.

So I took their advice

and continued

making the same old mistakes.

_________________________________

 

© Stef Wilde 2015

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Bed

I wake sometimes and reach out to touch you, 

forget, in sleep, I'm all alone in bed.

I'm left to take pleasure from all this space,

this cool expanse of uncreased sheet instead

If we had not parted as enemies,

if your fear had not driven me away,

would you still be lying here, I wonder,

waiting for my touch to give you the ok?

I dream of your warm body sometimes,

I marv...

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I Wanna

I wanna be ballsy.

I wanna be crass.

I want all of myself

to be through see

through glass.

 

I wanna be gutsy.

I wanna be brave.

I want all of my life

to be lived, not

depraved.

 

I wanna be honest.

I wanna be true.

I want all my mistakes

to be out there

for you.

 

I wanna be ugly.

I wanna be real.

I want to show scars

so you know that

...

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In The Shadow of Your Smile

I live in the shadow of your smile

And I like the way it lights your eyes;

I like your style

 

My senses stir with the fragrance of your soul

And I like the way it lingers

So I’ll linger too, for a while

 

My heartbeat races when we touch

And I like your warmth; the way you feel

I like your smile

 

You way you talk is like a song

That plays easy on my ears

...

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Also by Steve Higgins:

Another Grumpy Sunday | I'd Dream About Love ,If I Could. |

affectionlove

For old John Bull`s tombstone

 

 
Here moulds the body of old John Bull
Who relished his love - life to the full.
His unworried love-trysts all fullfilled, 
Securely condomed, coiled, and pilled.

Unaware that hereditary interfering
would lead to ethinical disappearing,
Until-waking up and looking round -
only strange foreign -features  found, 

That the ancient Britain he had known
Had somehow disappeared and f...

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Rose | Precipice |

How I Want You

How I want you

The way I like you

Ready and willing

Dressed in lingerie

With a kinky appeal

 

 

How I want you

The way you like to

Pleasing us integrity

Showing your ability

That kinky appeal

 

 

How I want you

Lingerie and body to flow

Lips to travel down low

Tasting sex appeal

Wanting ...

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Also by UInk :

Love Anagram |

uinkpoetrysexy

Dreaming

I woke at three am today
I thought that I was on a train
An empty car where I'm alone
I tried to peep at the next car
And saw some people that I know
Dead or alive, I saw them live
Sending chills up and down my spine
Now found myself inside my room
I'm sure now it was just a dream.

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Also by Clive:

Regret | Undecided | Lost | Problem Solving | I Was Young | Whisper | Impatient | I was Young |

Lifting The Lid

Lifting The Lid.

dreaming
of Oberon and Titania
on this warm midsummer night

in the empty house
the attic was full of rats
and ablaze with light

stepping carefully
around the marbles
scattered across the floor

on the table
a pack of cards
with jokers and aces missing

a bowl of nuts
a plate of crackers
a drawer of loose screws

the rocking chair
stilled
by sawing off it...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Dockery Plantation Blues | Menage A Trois | Wide Is The Gate And Broad Is The Road | Nocnitsa | Dexteram Patris |

mental illnesswords for 'madness'mental breakdown

Take Away Love


Your hunger was clear
It was the line of 
Your delivery, I feared

Your eyes scanned
And selected one
From a menu 
Of one hundred and one

Your need was too much 
To make it home
Entering a doorway
You exposed 

Wrapping ripped
And pushed roughly back
Just showing enough
For you to attack

Finger shoved in
For a sample taste
Of the pleasure 
That lay in wait

You dirty ba...

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Salvage the Unsalvageable

To salvage the unsalvageable, you must first believe you can

For it's something that will deteriorate beneath a trembling hand.

You must fight, lie, cheat, steal, plead for a second chance

But you must also know that the first is undoubtedly your last glance.

You can clutch and grab all that you can but come the beginning of the night,

What you say will be okay will never be alright...

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instanityhopelessnessdefeat

Dream

Dream: Aren't we all just searching, For that one look, love, touch, a brush with lust, That we only hope lasts, soon enough it's the past, And I'm wondering how I got past, This far, looking so hard trying to find you but you're never there, Not even sure what you look like I've never seen you, I just dream of you, that look, that touch, that one brush with lust That won't last

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Also by Nick Michaelian:

Where | Book Cover | Rise | Look | Her | Old | Intelligent Fool | Mind | All | Forgot |

If Only

If only they could see your beauty,

If only they could see your worth, 

If only they could understand that,

South Carolina is the loveliest state on Earth. 

 

If only they could appreciate you,

And everything you will ever do,

From giving them a home forever,

Or even just a helping hand or two.

 

There is not one thing I would do to change you,

Or alter you in any ...

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Also by Hayle Thomas:

An unexpected visitor | A Glimpse |

South CarolinaHistoryChangeClassic

He Inhales

He inhales,

Yet again he finds himself feeling six feet under,

covered by life bearing soil

The life in which he ponders how he missed.

He inhales,

This time,

His sorrow and self loathing are lifted away

Into the clouds

This is where they remain

For a time that seems ever too short.

He inhales,

Hoping to never return

To his sad reality.

He can't escape.

 

...

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Also by Michael Napoli:

Living With the Opposite |

Drugsdepressionescape

You Turned the Corner

You Turned the Corner

 

You

Turned the corner,

Broke the cord

Put 150 bodies on the floor

 

Now each depressive

Will be asked and put through the mill

I wonder if Jane or Paul could

Well you know....

 

You turned

The corner...

And placed your hands calmly on the control

Keys

 

And now I fear it will spiral...

And your actions will hurt ..

Yo...

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Also by David R Mellor:

I saw tiny droplets of light | All of us | Nothing to say .... | Harry Cliffe | Slapping Christ’s face | Our Seabed |

eclipsed

And in her arms a baby

bright as a daffodil.

Rays of light

emanate

from this child.

 

He remembers a game -

“do you like butter?”

and thinks he sees

a golden glow reflected

on his young wife’s throat…

 

Pollen-headed

the baby has

a smile that gleams

audacious as the sun!

 

Holdmefeedmeloveme

undeniable demands

as a full breast is nuzzled

...

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lovebabyjealousy

WHO KNOWS?

The terrible air crash tragedy in the French Alps was a salutary reminder of the fragility of the human

mind and the catastrophic effects on others that it can inflict it undetected, untreated and out of

(self) control.

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

Who knows what filled that pilot's mind

So high in Earth's bright air

Or if he even sought to fi...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

TREES - a re-post to welcome Spring |

COMFORT IN SOLITUDE

In the calm of darkness

I find great peace

The whirring of my head begins to cease

 

For in my everyday

I so struggle with just being me

Speaking my wants doesn’t come easily

 

There is conflict

In every decision I make

Trying to act for everyone’s sake

 

Often I forget myself

In that moment I’m not important

As old beliefs still h...

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Also by kaluw:

(untitled) |

depressionlonely

The Hollow World

All that you invest is what may be won
it's just an echo coming back
and yet we hang in helpless wait
the hollow world rings on and on

Who can answer what you do not ask
low odds of someone calling out
just at the moment you need them to
the hollow world rings on and on

Those pretty faces, so carefully curated
those galleries of happinesses waiting
changeless irrespective of your fee...

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Also by Tom:

The Jagged Edge of Love | I'm Not Here | Human |

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De-come-possed

stark organic matter

excreting tastes of life

tied to a cycle

destined to a path

seen by none

the rules of competition

forever consumed by the glory

light to light

de come possed

 

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Also by Cierra Breeze Potts:

Snow Flake | kid | MADDDNESSSSS | luv |

lovedeathlifereallifefamilylossreality

I need a holiday.

I need a holiday of sorts,
See, recently I've been stuck in court,
Persecuted by my own thoughts,
Where I must justify my existence?
With evidence of my resistance?
You see I've been put on trial- 
By demons so vile,
And I need a break... Just for a little while,

Listen I need a mental holiday,
A conversation to take me away,
A defence to keep the demons at bay,
But as the accused,
C...

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Also by Sharlie:

Has God Gone Crazy? | Action Man | I'm Dead Inside | Ice People |

holidaymental health

Tiempo de reaparición para el merecido

On the wall of silence

Came cracks of air

Came holes of light

Came smashes fire

Fire on fire on fire

Fire burning glaring sight

Fire fueling damaged sight

On the crushed bricks of silence

Came rocky steps of mist

Came bridges of height

Came Mountains behind

Comeback for the deseved

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Stain

I appreciate a compliment as much as the next person.

Perhaps even more than the average person,

maybe two average people on an average.

Praise makes me sing, blush in pleasured tones

warming my neck, tingling my toes.

Appreciation is good, it isn't greed

to crave encouragement and to know

someone likes you the way you are

Today.

Not yesterday, not when the morning break...

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Departure

Departure

My heart plays a sad symphony
With every note is a blade that cuts deeper and deeper,
Gasping for air and holding back tears
Every breath feels closer and closer to the last,
So I place my hands over heart
And stop conducting for the moment,
Running to you in our final hour
Embracing all that we'll ever be,
With one last kiss
My lips gives you all the secrets of the heart,
O...

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Also by Smash Lee:

Orbit | Seasons |

Thinking About Talking in Bed

We have finally settled for the night

Sleep last on the list

 

The wait is on to find words succinct but sweet

That will settle and soothe us to sleep

 

A significant silence stretches out before us

It seems to go on for an eternity

I wait, revelling in its poignancy

 

Not willing for false sentiment

I’ll wait for words that ring true

 

Finally the wait seems...

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love relationships sex awkwardness

CLARKSONITE

 

I‘m called a Clarksonite

I know – I’ve read it on a blog;

So it must be right

You too can read it on the blog;

But why on earth should I moan

If every Darby and Joan

Agrees with me that I’m shite?

 

I’m called a Clarksonite

For my drivel and my tack

Yes, a Clarksonite

(But then only behind my back)

“So who on earth is it, pray?”

“I couldn’t possibly say”

...

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Also by John Coopey:

20 YEARS FROM NOW | HAPPY TOGETHER | RING OF FIRE | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK |

My Melanin Pleasures

My strength resides within in. The arching of my lips will make you cease at utter bliss. Please do not be alarm, for when I speak- I sing a sweet song. Bushing on my melodies. Trust God - my heart beats times three. Divine right or is it the Goddess within. Call me the AFRO-QUEEN or that SISTAR over. Yes i feel free with my bouncy curly hair. My beat my drums for I make my own rhythm. Confine in ...

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We are not who we are

Out those blue eyes

Out the yellow skies

Out the colours of our love

Of whom we’ve become

 

We never needed them

But in we went

In we discovered

We found what we hated

In we dated

In we believed

-In we lied

In we laughed – we went high

Above all, in we lost ourselves

 

We lived in pride

We cried in power

A thought of being better

More than the ...

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F.U.C.K.

Forging of firmness in frail frigate

Unision is unlikely to happen

Cranky & cruel words spew at will

Kicking down walls of decency and etiquette

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Also by Maurice Greening:

Untitled | Thursday |

Lifehumorpoetryspringhappiness

digital appreciation 101

Fourteen billion ears and not a pair to listen Fourteen billion eyes Ignore the running captions Seven billion tongues Wag 24/7 on worldwide web Still, bosoms burn and burst Ne'er a lack of words to display Keyboard fingers clenching: Cacophonous asphyxiation.

_____________________wsd_________ ✴The Wimpole Street Devils✴ words, words, words, you'd get sick of words from them...

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Also by Wimpole Street Devils:

digital effrontery |

Threat

You welcome me into your space
built with careful love
gentle on wounds;
A refuge in the damaged world.

I do not need this shelter.
My credentials
are accepted everywhere.

My wounds
petty, self-inflicted things
accustomed to sympathy.

Be wairy of me.
I will claim this space
with my scent
vomit my shame
at your feet.

I want
legitimation
rejection
expiation
love.

Be war...

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What is it like to have a broken mind? Part 2

become a now or never thing. I expected something to happen – maybe the sky would split in two and all the answers would fall upon my head. Maybe someone would listen – maybe now, after all this Therapy I could actually START. I had not been talking about what really mattered, I realised. Maybe this would be the beginning of it that I had been looking for. My last session was with the young woman ...

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Also by Jane Burn:

What is it like to have a broken mind? |

Maths V English

There's the numbers one to ten

and many equations then

poetically.

Literally

there is only nought to nine

and infinite stories and rhyme

of how there is only them.

 

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Also by CathyLCrabb:

Vase |

Does life really begin on the bog

 Does life really begin on the bog?
A working man's thesis

Beholding this small corner, of our universe from space
you'd be tempted into thinking, what a beautiful place.
  shining in the darkness, blue, indigo, bright green,
 an awe inspiring sight, precious few have seen,
clothed in vegetation enclosed by rolling seas.
Spinning in the blackened void, with Jupiter and Mars,
 criss-cross...

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World Poetry Day

Had I known much earlier than I have , It would most surely have been spent With more intention and purpose. Then again, there is always next year!  __________________________________ Resolved during the 30th UNESCO session to proclaim March 21 as World Poetry Day.

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Also by arquious stotious:

your very own non-imaginary life | one saint patrick's day |

Faces From Far Away Places

Created CSU 2007

Come, take a trip with me
Together on an enlightening journey.
Around the world and across the sea,
We'll seek new faces from faraway places.

Utilizing our time awhile
Discovering ways our new friends
may be speaking to us.
Through a dance, a wave, a gesture or smile.

Similar interests and experiences
bridging the gap, connecting our lives.
A world rich in colorfu...

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just me

my heart screams with emotion

 beatting a million miles a min 

going numb with every spoken word 

physicaling here mentally gone to the stars into another plane 

my eyes filled with tears but honestly holding in my hearts greatest desires.

time to set the soul free to fly

free to try

free to become one with ones inner self

what do you see when you look at me 

hopefully y...

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Following your steps...

Following your steps I've worn out my thoughts

forgetting and remembering you, forsaking and finding you,

letting you go and desiring you

and I digress in the mountain of my thoughts

 

Following your steps, I’ve punished my tears;

I look at you and my eyes dilate,

you ignore me, my heart erodes

attempting to give you love’s beauty

 

Following your steps, I have worn o...

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Also by Noris Roberts:

NORIS ROBERTS INTERVIEWS NORIS ROBERTS |

sad poem

Above The Skyline

“Above the Skyline”
A Short Story 
By: Alysa Hatcher

“Goodnight mom, I love you” Misty Exclaims as you can hear her mother repeating the sentence, adding in,
“Don't you stay up late again, you've been late for school two days now!”
“Okay!” She barks back slamming and locking her door. She leans against it, reflecting on her thoughts for a split second. “It’s spring break, not that she would...

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Also by Aly Hatcher:

{Broken} | My Love | Bipolar Love |

On the wrong heart

When a kid

I used to put

My boot

On the wrong foot

A grown up

I put trust

On the wrong heart!
 

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Soft Money |

Still making mistakeswrong turnsmiss trust

THE FINAL OVER.

Build bridges,
make amends.
Division often
leaves remainders.
Ends aren’t
always ends.

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Expect, Assume

I expect not to

Expect I assume not to

Assume, Life in words

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Haikuexpectassume

Sandstorm

Time
Is a funny
Old thing
Dripping in
Sand
And paint
Covering
All those
Involved
In pasty flakes
Of the forgotten
The badly
Remembered
The curses
The bruises
The hidden
Sunshine
And grating
Of a life
Half lived
Half remembered
Shaking its
Salt pot
In light fisted
Anguish
This dust
In which
We live
In which we
Inhabit
Is soon
Lost
Amongst the
Cobwebs
And ashes
Of ...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

The Machine gun of Despair | (untitled) | Hamelin | Small World | Pointless |

Laceration of Souls

Laceration of Souls

 

     My eyes are cut,

Slashed with metal;-

A blade so sharp -

It could cut The Earth,

     And then,

It does!

 

     I look again,

Hoping the imagery will change

And there I see a familiar face,

Familiar feet walking

Bare and bloodied

On thorns with no shoes,

     And I’m feeling his tears

With tears of my own.

 

     His ...

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Somethings Wrong

When you have feelings , some things are not right .

. You act upon them . You don't let it drop, and you don't cover up . You act upon them .You must never loose sight , when you think things are not right . You act upon them . Sometimes you are wrong .and not always right. ,but never loose faith . Just act upon them . Go with your feelings , even though you are wrong . It shows you are bother...

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Also by Wendy Higson:

More Faces Than A Town Hall Clock | My Memories | Edith | Don't Blame Others | My life | EMPTINESS |

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