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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 |

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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 |

Is this you?..Or is this me?

-the ramblings of another young girl-

written:3/16/15

  My thoughts remind me of you

and how you were

on the night that you shattered my world,

Cold

Dark

and Shallow. 

        .L.m.P.

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Also by .L.m.P.:

Heaven or Hell | In The End |

The Gallipoli Fallen

The Gallipoli Fallen

 

From Perth to Auckland came the merry brave

Fighting for King and Empire and the motherland to save

The Anzac was led with zeal and might

Churchill's men prepared to fight the merry fight

 

To the Dardanelles the men were led ashore

To open a supply route to Russia, so ill-equipped and poor

Churchill's plan to obliterate the Ottomans from the war

...

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WarDeath

shadow

Early morning light

Pushes itself

Grudgingly

Reluctantly

Through curtains

At first in streaks

Into the room

Casting shadows

On to walls

 

The mirror, lamps

The kettle, the table

Caught in silhouette

The T.V. always

On standby

Ever ready to burst into life

It’s red pin point light

Ever present in the bleak

Black darkness

Amongst

The land o...

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Also by Martin Elder:

A boy for all seasons |

Acceptance of a poem

Hi Guys;

I do have some more poems to share, but have spent the last week or so writing a poem for Andy N's Ghost Story II Napwrimo Project, which he has just advised me he has accepted

I've seen the two prologues on his blog (http://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk) and this looks like it will be a great project.

More details about this can be seen here - http://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk/p/...

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Also by Gray Nicholls:

Looking back in Anger |

The Whole Desolate Day, an anthology on addiction

I am very excited to announce that The Whole Desolate Day, an anthology of poetry on addiction, has been published!  This has been a four year production that I am proud to say has met its completion.  Thank you to all the authors, especially those from Write Out Loud, that took the time to compose and submit some of the most stunning words I've read in a long time.  I sincerely admire each poets ...

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Exile - March Collage Poem

 
Numbers lost tutting in a happy mode
Lost for words but is nice to see you all
One, two, three bloody Mary
Has burnt that toast again
Seeing your face light up
When you see mine
 
A shining beam pierces the darkness
Stallions taking you on a chariot ride
Watching animals at Belle Vue
 

Three two one and the bullets are all gone. 

 

 

 

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Collage PoemMarchStockport Write Out Loud

Violation

Tell me – are you proud to be British?

I am quite sure I used to be

before we got this coalition

and such unfair society.

The word ‘disabled’ has been removed

from British Human Rights Act.

Silent deed against democracy,

a shocking, little known fact.

 

They’ve waged war on the vulnerable

in attempts to shrink the state.

The United Nations have stepped in

to inv...

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The Valkyrie Taking Me Home

The horse gallops, The thunderous roar of it's hooves, they are here to collect the souls of dead men. Up to Valhalla they go, with their kin, into their ancestral God's Hall. As I lay on foreign land bleeding, I look up into the sky. I see a strong women in armour floating down towards me smiling, Her long red hair shining ever so bright in the sun. I see my mother taking me home.

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norse scandinavian

Flavia

A cold decrepit heart

That was abandoned eons ago

Guilded with unspeakable torment

Gushes out thick blood again, yet unreserved.

 

The silhoutte of her long flowing dark hair

Unlocked my inner most guarded labyrinth

She effortlessly absolved my darkest sins,

with her smile alone.

 

With what authority does she command thee?

Unbeknowst to her own eyes she has captur...

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Black and White Police Expectations

Black and White Police Expectations

We just ask for respect
   not for being suspect.
Forget about statistic
   start being realistic.
We ask for proportion
     not for corporation.
We need to fight with words
    no reason to use swords.
Certainly we are Black
    like you are White,
    but the world is not black and white.

A perspective quite troublesome.
Policeman you have be...

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The Rise and Fall of the Stronghold of Love

When others are in love

Things can go so well

yet at many other times

it seems as though they fell

 

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Is It Truly? | Blue Iris | Trickle Towards Tomorrow |

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WORLD SLEEP DAY

In 2015 this day is on the 13th of March

Sleep is a special form of the existence
It gives strength to a daytime wakefulness.
A healthy person wakes up with a feeling of freshness.


A good sleep maintains physical and mental health.
And everyone knows that it’s the main wealth.


Minimal level of brain activity and reduced reaction
Brings your body after sleep to the normal action.
...

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Happy Spring! |

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WHAT'S AFOOT, OR PERHAPS, A'PAW

 

What’s a’foot, or perhaps, a’paw?
The doggy population just continues to grow.
One, two, three four legged ‘friends’, stretchy leads a’tangle.
Dogless people do beware, those sniffing noses approach, at the right angle.
Leaping up to a gent, aiming straight at the lap
For ladies wearing mini’s they don’t need a map

It all adds to humankind’s woes
Who’s in charge?  When we see that al...

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The past should not be followed after, the future not desired.  What is past is got rid of and the future has not come.  But whoever has vision now here, now there, of a present thing, knowing that it is immovable, unshakable, let him cultivate it.  Swelter at this task this very day.

 

Shakyamuni

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TOOLS

TOOLS

 

This is a chisel of precise age unknown

With handle smoother than the skin

Of a child. I have sharpened the blade

By rubbing it on stone. Feel its bite.

 

This is a wood plane given to me

By an old man who had it

From his father. Their spirits guide

My hands. Feel its weight.

 

This is a machine I bought myself

Under its skin of shiny plastic

Is an...

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David Subacchi.Welsh PoetryLiverpool poetryLiverpool poets

Grandma, You'll Always Be Here

Grandmas are always there,
They're like your parents
But no hundred yard stare
They give you biscuits 
And ruffle your hair
Grandmas are always there
 
Grandmas are always fair
"I didn't do it"
"Not me, I wasn't there"
Then it's all forgotten 
With ne'er a care
Grandmas are always fair
 
Grandmas, they always care
From a big fat lip
To a hospital sca...

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Chasing The Sun

Footsteps forward on the cold concrete,

westward facing towards the golden mass.

The gleaming sky of orange, green, and blue

lit up the last of the day.

I chased the sun with all my might

it's going away I know that well,

from the east, dark clouds move upon,

and I am losing the race

As the last of the light fades,

I reach the endless ocean of

dark waves and the chill...

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Yearning To Be Different

  

Alone she thought of things 
that would cause her heart to sing of a song 
that would make her feel as though she belonged. 
Alone she lulled herself to sleep,
While in her dreams she often would weep 
and so all she could do is watch as the tears seeped from her 
face
and to awake to the morning with them not having any trace.

Alone she would stare 
at a wall as her mind would da...

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Also by Angelo H. Hudson:

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Lick It

Girl you know how to lick it,
when all is said and done,
as its juices slide into your mouth
you lick your lips and say yum yum,
as you hold it tightly in your hand
you desire it more and more,
as you taste its sweetness
your excitement starts to soar.

Its coolness on your tongue,
sends a shiver down your spine,
as I watch you eating it
I start to wish that it was mine,
there’s somet...

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ice cream

breathing

We all breathe another's air.

We all follow another's stare.

T Carroll words and foto

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Conflation (a work in progress) |

And

And…

 

And love is where you find it not where you wish to grace.

In shadows, rain and blowing in the wind.

 

And faith is where you hide it, not where you choose to place.

In hearts and not the madness of the mind.

 

And future, past and now are found in the person one is now.

Not the person once we knew or used to be.

 

And religion isn’t found in books, in templ...

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Prologue 2 (Ghost Story II)

Cobbled together
the noise in the station
swept almost out of control
before the second shot
pulsed through the air,

translating footsteps
for broken screams

raking in chords
like pendulum drums
echoed across the ceiling

pulling together emotions
originally for some going home
or seeing loved ones
into blushed petals
trampled onto the floor
streaming through
stained glass

...

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The Oldies

 

Mature English Blonde lady

offers no rush massage.

Old postcards wanted

by private collector.

Continence care:

bed protection,

pads, briefs, accessories.

 

Wanted: Dinky toys, model trains.

Underwear by post.

Understanding attractive

Continental lady offers

memorable massage

to discerning gentlemen

in discreet Marylebone surroundings.

 

Accommod...

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Another misery...

When did you become my misery
My reason to cry...

When did you become another chapter to erase
My liquidity inside...

You were my love for life...

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Today

 I'm not really sure why I am still seing this boy, but I would rather pretend that he loves me than be alone. What we have, well you can call it a fling. Friends with benefits. Just pleasure? But it is certainly not love. Or that's what I thought at first. Spending more time with this boy made me realize how great of a person he is. He's so dumb that he's smart. He doesn't know he's smart, nor do...

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Broken Tools

We are told to live by unspoken rules
And expected to work with broken tools
 
Twisted times of lovers' lies
Burrowed shallow 'neath hated ties
Alone together in this civil war
The safe zones' deafening silence roars
Friendly fire is our only choice
When criminal justice is the peoples' voice
 
We're sold furtive by unspoken rules
And left to play with broken tools
...

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Also by Jake Vincent Belmont:

Spaceless | Anji Droxaen |

Untitled

there go those days

washed away just like we wish they'd be.

just like we feared they'd be.

 

washed away just like we prayed

washed away with ignorant youth and sick greed.

 

"were at the crest!" we'd shout in the forest, on drugs.

"this is the gut of truth!" we'd spit with yellow teeth and bellies full of our parents booze.

 

"oh wisdom! teachers of the past!" we wo...

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Bad Cab, Bad Company. | In the Immortal Words of Bullshit- I Present to you... | When You Used to Love Me, I Loved Myself. | Mt. Washington Warzone | It Wasn't the Distraction, But the Bother | Whiskey to Gin, Where have You Been? | Im Gonna Go Until Im Not | A Typical Superstitious Bother | Mt. Washington Cave People | More Than A Tractor, Deeper Than the Cam |

Remember the Day

Do you remember the day
that you promised me the world?

That day is so far gone,
but I can still see it
when I'm with you.

Do you remember the day
that you said you'd always love me?

That day is so far gone,
but I still hear those words
when I'm with you.

Do you rememer the day
that you put your arms around me
and swore you'd never let anyone hurt me?

That day is so far gone...

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Also by Alaina K:

Given Time |

The Farty Party Manifesto

 

Hark hark here it comes!

I’ve got a solution for dwindling fuel,

I’m sourcing renewable energy.

 

I plan to campaign on flatulent change;

promoting emissions,

employing the parp,

exploiting my arse

for the nation.

 

Hark hark here it comes!

Sustainable bums are humming for heat,

producing renewable energy.

 

Think of the children and all of their kin.

...

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Needs and wants

My heart wants what her heart needs

 

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It takes | stranger | just for you and i | just craziness | the best of me |

Self Love

It’s been more than a while,

Where I haven’t had to fake this wonderful smile.

I can feel deep inside a beautiful light,

That I know is shining ever so bright.

I now know what I have to gain,

As happiness showers on me like thundering rain.

I see no reason to feel angry and blue,

Because I know this exciting feeling is true.

I feel it in me, it’s not to cover my emotions,

...

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Also by Jojo:

The Days To Ponder | Trust | One not to mess with |

Overcoming Fear

-Caught in vague phobias

of all future may present

 

Riddled with ambiguity

 it might never represent

 

A fear of ensuing failure

 logic gets to wear a veil

 

Inhibiting valid outcome

it otherwise would entail

 

Unless strange tried out

not known if be achieved

 

Nothing stays impossible

what’s earnestly believed

 

However much be darkest

...

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life

The liberation

Trapped in a small cocoon,
Long have I been waiting
During many a moon
For this second coming.
I was wrapped up all warm
In a shroud of cotton
I was merely a worm,
In a land all forgotten,
A changeling, in this hold,
The cosiest of jails.
My wings were in a fold,
A mesh of tangled sails,
Hidden from all to see,
Colours of vibrant blue.
Now is the time for me
To arise and be true.
A...

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Also by Marie-Anne:

RSVP |

THE FAMILY - an Acrostic poem

 

 

There’s one word that everyone should know and treasure

Hold in reverence for life long companionship and pleasure

Even on the darkest days when pain and distress abound

Family is the one word that can bring a comforting sound

All can benefit if they simply recall their sister & brother

Maybe they are distant people they have yet to discover

In this world there is but o...

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