Poetry Blogs (Jan 2016)

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River

Errant in the dark, the telltale signs

we saw catapult us fifteen miles

through gulley and field

uproot and cascade, we now deem

a captured eye, a wind-blown scene,

so fresh, so free for all, and yet...

 

hot-bladed too, a line of fire

in this frenzied, war-torn age

a searing divide, a map, a point

as plain and unbroken as

you, my rock, my hallowed place

here be...

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Also by David Blake:

Fluid | Paradise | Bowl Of Earth | Progress? | Hot Air '97 | On Ambition | Swept Paddock through Waning Light | English Epilogue | The Vote of Confidence | Lodge | Life through a Box Hedge | Moral Arrow from Crooked Bow | The Nationalists | Tomorrow's Freedom | Village Gothic | 'How We Can Change the Future Together' | Asylum | Backwaters | Sound Travels |

New

PROSE POSER

if I was offered a choice between a Ferrari

and everlasting life

that would need some careful consideration

 

      and while i'm thinking it out (hypothetically)

i'll take out my very own genie's lamp

(always a comfort in times of stress)

      rub it vigorously

      wait for results.

I mean, this comes with no strings

no after effects

and no need to change

th...

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Also by ray pool:

PSYCHIC VISION | VOLUNTEERS | HEADLESS CORPSE WALKING | WEATHER GIRL | THAT WAS THE SEVENTIES | SENTRY | THE RAGBAG SHEEPDOG | THERE WAS A GIRL | HIGHGATE CEMETERY 2006 | THE REFUGE OF BEAUTY | LONG DISTANCE EXPRESS | WAITING - FOR URINATION | HEAR THE JAZZ | LETTER TO THE QUEEN | IF | THE WARREN HOUSE INN DARTMOOR | THE MUSE | THE DEATH OF SWEETS | RAMSBOTTOM BICKERDYKE AND Co | SOME BRIGHT SPARK | SHE KNOWS HIS WANTS | DUVET NIGHTS |

Zones of Avoidance

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Zones of Avoidance (an excerpt)

I’m reading ‘The Confessions of an English Opium Eater’ –

I want to understand what drove my daughter out

 

in the snow with no coat or socks, in search of a fix.

I want to understand what divinity led her

 

to set up camp in the derelict ‘pigeon house’

after running out of sofas to surf.

*

I was a Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds girl mys...

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Maggie SawkinsThe Ted Hughes Award for New Work in Poetry

Today's musings

1.When I’ve gone

 

When I’ve gone

When I’ve left you all

When my bones are being reduced

To dust, best held in an urn

 

Skip through my back catalogue

Find the verse I cobbled together

That has become your favourite

And read it, loud and proud

 

It’s all I’d want really

I can think of nothing better

Than my most precious friends and family

Being forced ...

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Also by Andy Smyth:

Latest musings |

THE POETRY JUDGE

How do you get considered...

elected or selected...

To decide on the worth of another's work,

And how it should be respected?

 

Is it just an ego trip...

The way to poetry fame "to be",

A judge of poems whose taste will lurk

In the pages of posterity?

 

Are there certain forms expected...

And names of familiarity?

Is it likely to be rejected

If you're unknown...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

SAME THING | POUNDS (NO SHILLINGS) AND PENCE | LENINGRAD - a Cold War memory |

By the light of the local Spar

Eyes snapped shut in the street-facing bedroom

lit up by the light of the Spar

that floods it's white plastic windows

illuminating each passing car

 

 

In her curled up hands a faded old photo

crinkled,yellowing,torn,

but the hands,once so gentle,that hold this mementoe,

are as cold,are as granite, as stone

 

In came Sister with a meagre tea tray

barging in,past...

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Also by Jon Darby:

The Day Of Her Leaving |

care homedeathillnessold agepensioners

Confidence

Confidence

 

Faith rising in the east

calm after the storm 

pressed suits and uncomfortable shoes

the good word awaits

the sidewalk alive with parents

and children

too many to count 

So sweet and innocent

Mom and Pop 

anxious to compare clothes 

recipes

scarves 

and neighbor gripes

Such content 

such confidence 

must be nice to know 

to know th...

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Also by Eric Broke:

Little Humans | Maybe Two | I Try | Shame | Stuck | Not all bad | Them | On my end | Chief | The army and fucking | Read Me!! | Bleach and cork | Number numb with a bullet | The Bench |

Killing the Long Game

I live my life the way that I choose

Within a commonly accepted framework,

Both legal and moral.

 

My creeds are common sense,

Honesty and freedom of choice.

 

Am I consistent in my actions? Probably not,

But I try to do my best,

Keep myself to myself

And get on with living my life.

 

Is it necessary for me to set a good example?

Quite probably, but within na...

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Also by Jim Trott:

Tom's Battles | The Hat | Nicole | The Rebel | Martha Street | Aisha with Beads |

A Wish


        A wish to help me through the night
        Twin flames forever burning bright
   Lost souls who've found each other now
       Complete in knowledge that somehow
                   We'll make it through 
                        However hard
                   We'll grow together
                    Love unbarred 

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Also by Pixievic:

RIP Mr Murphy | No Mercy! | Decisions | Foreboding | Look Closer! | Moonshadow | Unravelling ...... | Open Heart Surgery | The Circus | Circles | Nice Try ....! | Rainspell | Self Indulgent | Le Chien Noir | To the Girl in the Oak Tree | A Strange Encounter | Bravado | Waiting to Happen | Freak! | Trumpets, Burglars & Puddles | Learning How To Swim | No Disguise | A Kiss Farewell With No Regret |

Berlin

Berlin

 

A conversation with a stranger

Across a rumpled unmade bed

The sound of her voice rolling

Against the thunder in my head

And I felt so low and tired

So full of hurt despair

Didn’t know where I was

Or how I’d arrived there

 

But I was talking to this stranger

The way I’d not talked for years

And she was sitting listening

Through all my words and fe...

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Also by terry ireland:

Lessons |

Oyster

I opened my heart for all to be seen

an overwrought shadow of a former once me

beaten, bruised with a spirit so low

hanging as the leaves of a weeping willow

What wrong,I had shown, was cut ever more

For showing the hurt  

kept in most others, special draw.

"your pathetic", "so bloody weak"

cruel to the worst 

Nor can I bury the love that I  seek

worthless fool for ca...

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Also by PatricioLG:

Feudal compromise | The Gathering |

Klavierstücke

Breathe,

let keys tumble and fall 

like brauhaus skittles,

and in comes peace.

 

Exhale,

Let chaos be overcome by calm.

 

Slumber then to sleep,

for in the music of dreams

play the symphonies of life.

 

And in that darkness lives the light.

 

On waking, 

let the reprise of visions flow through you.

 

You are a concerto,

written in dreams.

 

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Also by Wolfgar:

Gaia | The mundane practices continue | The moralisers gap | Imaginary dog walking | In the forest of future words | Non interventionist god | Attrition | Remote control killers and the wisdom of phallometry | The Bogman | Legacy | This England | Scene from The Valley | Bedtime stories | Poetic justice | Indignitas | Writers unblock | The deluded non poets poem | Things of great importance after sudden unexpected death | Tilt | Insentient | Black lung | The beneficial amnesia of robotic behaviour | Starman | noitarenegeR Regeneration | A Child was born | The Beholder |

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the muslim's tale viii

abandoned now upon the rack
yoked as a slave to the flesh
inshallah he hears a hundred times
cain's mark he bears upon his head

in the lower forest of the climb
where man does not clear nor farm
a narrow track threads the groves
of shadows without near or far

and here to ali's great dismay
a feasting tiger bars the path
half hidden by the shafting rays
and the weighty buffalo carcass

d...

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Also by jeremy young:

the muslim's tale vii | the muslim's tale vi | the muslim's tale v | generations | the muslim's tale iv | the muslim's tale iii | the muslim's tale ii | the muslim's tale i | into the woods - prologue | into the woods iv | into the woods 3 | into the woods 2 | modesty | into the woods | the best of all possible worlds | refuges | opening night | for Ashraf Fayadh | the histories - after herodotus | communion | Taking Tea with Dawkins | The Fourth Magi |

I

Hold your head high and smile and

Straighten your back and look ahead

They tell me

Because I

Never know who I am and what I deserve

Never remember

My place in the world.

I think I am a cloud or a see-through curtain

I fancy myself a vase with no flowers in it

I walk around like a clown on a journey

Outside the walls of the home.

I would let birds alight on my shoul...

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Also by Celia:

Late out of bed |

the circus life (1/30/2016)

Eros
a letter bearer
a memorial burier
graveshift digger,
sobbing for solace
muzzled, but crying out
characters carved in fingernail

caricatures recycled, resewn
(pretending that you've never known)

dug up and cleaned up
pastels painted over
and over
bright and brighter colors yet
to pour over tired, faded earthen tones
rewritten unrecognizeable:
and rewritten
and rewritten
placeh...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

Captain Hook 0617 (01/25/2016) | the absence of eloquence with time hastily borrowed | feignt (1/18/2016) | flirt (01/16/2016) | the day the clouds fell down (01/04/2015) |

but doctor i am the clown

Gethsemane

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an old oliveoil press rusting at the bottom of a sandy garden

in his occupied territory.

man lying prostrate,

on the soil.

murmuring.

about a weight, a burden, something.

we disciples could not hear clearly,

what with all the muffled explosions

and such.

 this man, this man, he screamed out ‘NOT AS I WILL BUT AS YOU WILL FATHER!’.

but there was no other man there, no ...

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Also by John E Marks:

Breath | Near Water |

Sweet Heart

Child,

My Dear

Come here

Why are

You here?

 

Alone?

 

No Mama?

No Papa?

 

 All alone?

 

Come

Come

With me

 

No need

For you

To walk

These Streets

On your

Own

 

Look around

Child

Is this the  

Future

For you?

 

The world

Is too busy

No one

Will notice

You passing

Through

 

Child

You loo...

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Even when the light inside the Mind goes very dim

Even when the light inside the Mind goes very dim,
The power of the Heart will still be there.
To guide you through the darkness when the times are feeling grim,
And remind you of the love that you once shared.

Just like the tide, it's ebb and flow,
Together with the Earth, we are attuned.
So breathe in slow, then let it go,
And time itself will help you heal the wound.

 

I apologiz...

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Also by Eric:

A Joyous Light |

Prostitute

I once knew a little girl

Or maybe she was a young woman

With a pornographic smile

And a diamond in the corner of her eye

 

She used to tell me stories

Of late nights and sad parties

And the men that she kept

Always had another secret at home

 

She flirted with danger

Wasn’t paid in cash or kindness

The pavement welcomed her presence

With a sympathetic sigh

...

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Also by Rachael J. Low:

Queen of Sorrow | Tired. |

Slow fog

A sad entry.

Sadness in blogs. 

Overwhelms the theme. 

I wait for the wave to carry me forward. 

I sink into the sea.

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Also by Alick Strang:

Whispers into sheets | Five Roses | Screen play |

MEMORIES

I have sat at home and watched whilest my world has fell apart . A lonely drastic place , the place I made my start . Memories of a lifetime , and so within my heart . Being torn apart by others , just ripping us apart . We gave them our all . All our dreams , all our plans . Worked hard all our lives , now facing more demands . Nothing to look forward to , only new challenges every day . The rich...

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Time to have your say

I AM AFRAID

I AM AFRAID

Childhood
Adoclescence
 Late
Adulthood
Creeps Peacefully
        
Smoothed
By
God’s Long Fingers,    

Asleep …
Tired … or Malingering    
Sprawled Floors,
 Here Behind
 Frameless Doors
 
    

After Malt Hops
On
 Ice

Should I
as


Christ is    

Conjur  Strength

Powering Our Moment
To
 Crisis
 

I Have Wept
Fasted

Wept
and
 Prayed

 

...

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Also by GeeProcessor:

BALLPOINTING FOR DAD |

SHARING THE WEALTH

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My dad wasn’t a clever man but he told me when I was young that if you shared all the money in the country out equally, inside a fortnight half of it would be back where it started.  I couldn’t see it at the time but I’ve started to understand the kernel of truth it holds.

Consider if in the great divi-up you got the “Citizen’s Share” of £100,000, what would you do with it?

Well, there’s onl...

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Also by John Coopey:

COOPEY'S GROUPIES | A Wonderful Opportunity | DONALD THE ELEPHANT (TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP) | A PEKING SPICE ODDITY | C&A | ODE TO JOHN THE HAT |

Seam Less XI

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We grieve like melted snow

Nothing to hold on

And they will never know

How the warm tears gathered

On our mourning fate

To repeat this sad snow storm

On each and every face

 

 

 

© David R Mellor 2016

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Also by David R Mellor:

Time wasted, time wasted, time wasted me | I Was Just Thinking About You... (Blue Mosque Istanbul 12/01/16 10:40 am) |

Purposeful Purpose

Picturesque life with an ideal family.

 

If only my perception could transfer to a book.

 

Pages and pages of it sloppily written.

 

Where I could give everyone a small glimpse of my outlook.

 

Aimless decisions and purposeless acts,

 

Turn into my haphazard life forged by untouched facts.

 

Forget a day in my shoes

 

Try a day in my mind

 

Pointless...

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Shelved

I want to remember you as a book I read

I want only to recall you from that shelf in my mind

where I place my favourite books

When I see you, I want to think of you as someone who looks a little like…

 

It would not matter then how many other readers you have

that same description of you will conjure their version

of your eyes and your smile, not mine

I would not be jealous...

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Prince Charming

While I lie here, dead awake. 

Replaying in my head, all the mistakes.

I tell myself, I'm not afraid.

Even though I hope, one day I'll be saved.

I feel myself go numb again.

I feel it slip, through the wounds I've opened.

I need a hero, I thought...

Just as I'm falling, to be caught.

Though my body's dead,

My mind is racing,

You're in my head,

It's you I'm chasing.

...

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Also by Tiffany:

Another man | Plastic | Stay | Memory | Temple | A night in between the sheets |

Winter Kitchen

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Another vacant month.

Outside the trees are trembling;

The loose elms

Emptying their calendar of pages.

 

Everything is quieting,

Dimming,

In the light of evening

 

You’d need sharp eyes

To pick the poor fly

Amongst the petals of the peony

Perfectly intact,

 

Except for life

That must have crawled out

While nobody was looking,

Like the stuntman

...

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Paraffins

 

 

Early doors paraffins, the usual thing.

Locals lower gaze

as old John shuffles in

with his arthritic hip, 

dribble down his chin.

He drops half a crown

in the Marie Curie tin,

decimal coinage never got to him

and he sups electric bitter

 

The landlord looks grim,

needs an ego trim,

thinks he's charismatic

but he's just plain dim.

Puts 10p on the ...

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My Belly

I'm a lazy chap at heart
I like reading and watching telly
Sitting around is my hobby
And you can tell that from my belly
 
It's as round as a ball
Or an apple, or a drum
Call it curvy, call it fat
I prefer to say "rotund!"
 
I used to be able to eat and eat
And never gain an ounce
But somehow, now I'm older
I have found I've extra "bounce"
 
If I ate a little less
I co...

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Also by David Lindsay:

First Walk with Hearing Aids | Fire Monkey |

Vibrating in the unison of the scream of passion

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Fire radiates in my eyes,
desire’s  claim is at stake,
on my bed the exuberant palm tree brightens my breasts
with the curly waves of your kisses

A prismatic encounter greeting you in my body with anxiety

Beyond the fury of my skin
my breathing becomes dizzying,
tremulous moans the voice of sunset ,
and dresses me as Spring

Feline, sin assails me, walks through the trails of my exci...

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Also by Noris Roberts:

Everything became yesterday! | You don’t know… |

erotic poem

Northern Lights

Northern Lights

 

     She must be so tired –

     Plotted all along

To move this way,

     And she’s big,

Too big for rings – more-so

Her moons can never tether

Tails to secure her,

     And yet,

She is not so free,

 

     She twists and bows daily,

And she is neither cold or hot but both,

     But if wanting for reason

To her existence I am sure,

S...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

Never A Lie, Never A Lie | Migrations To Life | Concentration | D. O. A.......An Ode To The Pathetique! | Salute | Upon Deaf Ears | The Future Harvest |

Haunted

Those feelings

The ones that hold you back

Make you want to stop

stay home and hide

they haunt me

 

You get that sinking feeling

an ache in the pit of your stomach

can’t shake it

leaves you feeling helpless

and hopeless

 

Memories

that you thought you’d hidden

or dealt with

come flooding back

vivid as if it was just today

haunting you like a ghost

...

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feelingshauntedhaunting

Winter Growing

Winter Growing


Plants in the tunnels
are barely growing
in this cold
I am barely here

In the winter
I fall back on old habits -
headphones, lines of code
the remote stars

I want growth and decay
to pound me awake
need the hot crisis of summer
to pin me to my body

But I have only
these tiny green threads
to tend, and the slight
pull of their becoming,

so vulnerable
tha...

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Also by Alex Smith:

Dedication |

The Melting of the Ice

(This is a re-post of a series of five interconnecting poems, previously blogged as separate poems. The death of my mother last year was preceded by hearing the tone poem Finlandia, by Jean Sibelius, on the radio, and it so completely described how I was feeling that it took me over, and informs the whole series.

As a big nod to Sibelius, I decided to use a loosely-based symphonic structure, so...

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bereavementdeath

When Fat Elvis was the King

Beatle mop tops when all you need is love

Rolling Stones not satisfied would ever fade away

In fields of wild strawberry forever hallelujahs ring

In the midnight hour how sweet it was to be loved

Oh yes indeed how sweet it was

 

LSD purple hearts two a Penny lane

Flower power we made love not war

 

When fat Elvis was the king

 

Fashion passion Ray

Really got me ...

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Also by Gus Jonsson:

Never Knowing | Forever | Will It Ever Snow Again |

Elvis

Is Capable to Mar

With your sweet lips,
On which oft
I yearn to plant a kiss,
Slander me not please!

My lodestar
You must know
A drop of gal
The wellspring of honey
Is capable to mar!

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Opted To Escape | Youth | What a dialogue ! | Don't mistake me for a fool |

considerateness love sarcastic

Sleep

Sleep

 

Melt in slowly, like

cold butter into toast. Or suddenly,

like rain into a smoky black sea.  

 

Detune and let a snowy static overcome.

 

Shake any polaroids back

to their original beige wash.

 

Stop asking “am I gone yet?”

for that question answers itself.

 

Remember, it is and isn’t

like surfing a standing wave,

like dragging a sti...

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Also by Lucas B. Foley:

81 | A Half Moon Gazes | Tiger | The Bud Man |

Beige

Once I was of an age

When everything was black or white

When everything and everyone had possibilities

A time when I had not allowed myself

To be screwed or nailed down

By the deception that which all we do

Is set up to make a gain

Where all the fire in my eyes

In my belly never went out

But just changed direction

Where the focus was to grab

To have and to hold

...

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Also by Martin Elder:

You and I | Smoke room | The enemy |

a haiku

Butterfly wings beat,

dancing inside the meadow 

until darkness comes. 

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Also by Alex:

Desk Flower |

THE BIRTH

See, hear, my little one.

Your senses tuning finely to Earth’s

Undulating, rhythmic waves of ageless,

Age-old lifeforce

Pulsing lifeless forms to life.

Measured heartbeats drumming out

Life’s message

Through the ether, ever nearer

Farther than the furthest orb

Twinkling its cyclic orbit

Ever onwards

Through the ebony-black, empty-black

Dark.

Forcing: nothing;...

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Also by Yvonne Brunton:

Spare The Rod |

creation

Man and Dogs

The elderly gentleman approached

with measured steps and conscious carriage

precisely in pace with two golden retrievers

old dogs on slack leads

well-fed sleekly groomed

resigned to their constitutional hour.

They raised their heads at my approach

and one even lifted a hopeful tail.

I stopped. I love dogs.

'May I touch them?' I asked.

'Certainly,' replied the gentlem...

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tipping point

I live on

A precipice

Somewhere between

The light 

And the dark

The good and the 

Bad

And whatever it

Is 

Or was 

I sought 

Seems to be

Hanging 

Just 

At the end

Of the next 

Bottle 

Or cul-de-sac

And I'm sure 

I can get there

Find it

Make it

Pinch it

With one more

Go 

Or drink

Or visit 

Or dime 

And everything 

...

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Mont Blanc #1

Will you buy me that slick pen
so expensive, so beautiful

I wonder will you wrap it
in specially chosen paper

some coastal scene perhaps
engraved with my initials

a pretty choice of inks
will I unwrap it on my birthday, beaming

say ‘thanks so much’ and kiss you
then write hard of my betrayals?

 

(Jan 2016)

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Also by Tom:

Singing Along To All Those Torch Songs | Stranger on the Bridge | The Lighthouse |

writing

The Pusher

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Crazed with worry
Clothed in a bloodless air

Not one body has been found
In the river
Or the lakes 
Moving shadow like 
On the land

Nor 2

But 85.

85 bodies pedal soft
Conscripted with cold drew
Over 6 years,

Cloaked in the ship canal
And all over 
Manchester’s water works
In deafening silence

Kneeling in deep breath

Crossing canal gates
In the Undercroft 

Or past...

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Also by Andy N:

The Heaton Park Tunnel Mystery |

The Human Race is a Wonderful Thing it it Not?

D is for determination. Facing obstacles,

And never giving up. If we did would we be here today?

Because of this the human race dances in the light of excellence.

 

Equality, is when all our brothers and sisters,

No matter the colour of their skin or age,

Are able to walk in the sun as one. This is

What makes the human race shine with excellence.

 

All the people who hav...

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Also by Sammi:

It's All About the Eyes | Switched | Prophecy | Facade | Prophecy | Words Unspoken | Should I or Shouldn't I? | Just Listen | Reflections | Dark Moon | Looking From the Outside |

January

winter
follows me
here

under
the creeping snow
shadows move
with the sound
of yellowed leaves

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Also by A.M. Clarke:

Loss |

Strumming Love

Strumming Love

I hold her in my arms like a guitar
Running my hand across her body
Playing with her heart strings
Slowly going up the neck
I begin to strum her lightly
Hearing her beautiful moans
Is music to my ear
Progressing from a ballad to a love song
Strumming love with every chord
And then she whispers softly, "I'm glad that I am yours...."

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Also by Smash Lee:

The Reply | A Natural Disaster | Worlds Apart | The Dying Man | Welcome Home |

Nameless

The words halted in my mouth,

my tongue catching on fire.

I ached to tell you of the hate I harbored,

but my heart stumbled.

Where had my courage gone?

You were right, and I was wrong. 

And that was where my courage went.

My ego was hurt.

But I moved on, knowing that whatever pride you had left was nothing but shit.

I longed to tell you what a cruel person you had become...

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Levee

On that sheer blue

New Orleans morning

I imagined the black wind

and the dirty needle rain

that tore this city asunder.

 

As my watch ticked ten 'o clock

I wandered the Ninth Ward

searching for stories

of her stricken family

in front of a sunken church.

 

Yet the whispers in the trees

and the soft Mississippi River

rendered Katrina's memory

to a girl I’...

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Digital Distraction

 

The mobile phone is a wonderful thing

Thousands of melodies for when it rings

Which seems to be less and less these days

As it’s more of a gadget for you to play

Candy Crush Saga or update Facebook

Or take it from your pocket for a cursory look

To see if you’ve got any notifications

That you had not noticed through subtle vibrations

It rules the roost, the bane of your...

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Also by Chris Briggs:

On The Edge | Male Bonding |

I Am The Scarecrow

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I Am The Scarecrow

 

I am the scarecrow.

Hanging from this wooden frame,

a skeleton of twisted wood

that creaks and groans in protest

at the ravages of age.

The ice cold rain

trickles through my straw flesh

bringing chills to every movement

and dull aches to the knotted joints.

 

I am the scarecrow.

My sack-cloth head

full of sawdust ideas

that spill fr...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

The Dark & The Light | Rich Pictures | HERE THERE BE DEMONS - new CD and Download from THE CROWS OF ALBION |

agefailingscarecrowtrilogy

Monsoon winds

I would whisper the wind

to tangle your locks,

to tease your hair into a web

that entraps my thoughts

that entraps my

spoken wishes.

Let your hair be a

tapestry of my words

words traced as your

mouth is traced

while I whisper

those demands of you

I will lure your smile

with those fingered words

and let the Monsoon winds

whisper them back to me.

 

...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

not Bill | p45 | Kill yourself | (untitled) | Hotel |

Missing chapters

Have you seen the richest colors come from beyond a picture that is scaled to grey..
Vivid colors erupt in sequences that only you can take in
However..
Yellow..
Was never present
Red was there.. To take its place. 
Sinking in, your heart erupts.
Drown out the noises that leave you restless
Black was chilling
You were neutral
Your eyes beautiful
They hide a secret that you will never re...

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Also by Abraham Rodriguez:

In her dreams |

He knew.

 He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, before she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny that drove him so crazy for her. Because he could imagine always being right beside her without getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he...

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Also by Dana Lee:

~ |

Deconstructing the poet

The empirical whisper of time

pro-activates my taste of coffee.

Just merely 5.15 A.M.

But it’s not a problem really – this deadline.

Lit Crit.  Theory,

in one chapter flat.

My mind now – contextual with the

implications of too much thought,

this jars with that blackbird’s call,

outside my student cell,

who never seems to sleep.

A bit like deconstruction that is.

...

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Also by David Addington:

A view of surprises | Shattered | Anaesthetic Substitute | Japan love affair 1990 | David Bowie | A box of mini soldiers, some dice and Sean Bean | After the flood in the Lakes | The Long Player | Breaking up is never easy I know, but I have to........... | If I was to meet E.T. | Just another cover up |

Going nuclear

It all rushes

As do waves to a shore

It lingers

As does a lover to her partner

It builds up

As done by carpenter

 

If an explosion happens and no one is around to hear it did it happen at all

 

The waves of the blast are absorbed by a protective shell

The shell that keeps all else out

The shell everyone mistakes for strength 

When it is mearly an illusion to kee...

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Light within the Dark

 

Deeper still the path winds on

And deeper still, I become.

Silence is not yet quieted

Darkness, light still flows from.

 

My soul is stilled in deep motion

That keeps the “night” in light

Fleeing from all fleshly emotion

To reach the Light of midnight.

 

Knowledge, a light within a dark,

Becomes the goal onto the soul

Yet, knowledge is not the sought

But...

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Also by Patrick Rushe:

Hermitage | Reading Poetry | A Winter Garden | Death | The Smile | Tick Tock |

Grey Clouds in the Sunrise

entry picture

Grey clouds in the sunrise,

Like smoke stack residue during the day skies

 

Its not what it was.

 

Full moons in the sunset,
 
Like the beginning of a story or a never ending trite vignette

 

 

 

 

 

 

RIP Marvin Lipofsky 

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Also by Leorah Rohnaz:

The Snuggle Thief | In The Line of Fire | Poop Poem | I fell in love with a noun |

Maria

Maria...

An everlasting desire...pain to the heart,

A poison in disguise or...antidote to life!

Loose your march...one more step ahead and the ocean of lust,

The bloodshed claws of the hungry beasts await!

No more mercy, no more shrieks...

The victory song reigns the forest...and the claws torn!

Maria still proceeds...with all eyes transfixed at her...aching the hearts...

A...

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Also by Rims:

Lazy Evening |

True Friend

Heyya! I have got a true friend now....

I have analysed human mind,
which is not very much kind.
I got cheated on name of friendship,
which used to get lost like any spaceship.
I started loosing precious trust,
but You showed up like dizzy dust.

Heyya! I have got a true friend now....

When everything was getting wrong,
your noble heart was making me strong.
you helped me to get my ...

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Also by Ravi Tanna:

Happy New Year |

Anthony and Katypatra

I arrive. Quickly turning bedroom from Rome into Alexandria.
Skin up, pop cork to dilute and delight blood with Bollinger.
Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer, my
Goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.

 

“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet’s fool.”*

 

Coiling concubine - arabesque around your thighs to
nourish exotic fantasy. Arching p...

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Also by Katy Megan Hughes:

Baptism |

Katypoetesslovelove poetry

3:00

My day finally start when she catches my eye. Cracking that smile as she waves hi.

Automatically im lost damn this girls fly. She's smooth poetry in motion man that aint no lie.

How are you doing today the first words that passes over those luscious lips. As she walks up close with that hypnotizing twitch in her hips.

I cant believe its happening again i feel my heart doing flips as it sk...

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Also by Jblaze:

Passion | Tomorrow | Mepte | Nos | Us |

Space Sixty Nine

entry picture

Security cameras

intensely focused.

 

Red convertible

top gear.

 

Mystery lady

stunning figure.

 

Excitable desirable

sexually licenced.

 

Firm breasts

slimline bodywork.

 

Always parked

space sixty nine.

 

Each night

after work.

 

Young guys

steamy sessions.

 

She had

them all.

 

Office Manager

mid forties.

 

...

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Pure Panic |

Personal effects found blonde wigs mini skirt and

Sunday Mc treat!

Sunday's here, it's around already

About to visit Ronald,.. To indulge I'm ready!

A Sausage and egg muffin, that shit I'm Mc' lovin

A salty hash brown will turn my frown upside down

In fact make that two!..

Throw in a breakfast wrap, and a latte- arabica zap!

Hmmm happy Stu through and through!! 

 

Stu.Burton'16

 

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Also by Stu Burton:

Empathy | Beauty | Making a start | Our Lives | Just to get it out there... | My take on words of wisdom. | My Everything... |

Chatper 17: Hope

entry picture

And just like that she is gone

Disappearing into the night like a ghost

I don’t know what went wrong

I just know that my heart can barely breathe

 

I’m walking along in the dark again

I can feel a cold front coming in

I can feel it in the breeze

But the cold won't bother me tonight

 

The adventures that we had are now just stories

Memories that won’t leave my mind

...

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Also by Keith Williams:

Chapter 16: I've Got A Bad Habit of Making Boys Cry | Chatper 15: A Little More Comfortable | Chapter 14: Coffee Shop | Chapter 13: Dreams Only Last For the Night | Chapter 12: Believe | Chapter 11: Dancing Has Never Been So Rock and Roll | Chapter 10: Destination Succes | Chapter 9: Driving Into Infinity | Chapter 8: Come With Me | Chapter 7: A Walk Down Memory Lane | Chapter 6: A Girl With A Big Imagination | Chapter 5: Moment of Reflection | Chapter 4: Girl Meets Boy | Chapter 3: Boy Meets Girl | Chapter 2: The Girl | Chapter 1: The Boy |

boyHeartbreak

Christmas and New Year

and I would call you from the Knights templar tower 2am 

Took to the holy well down in the Munster Republic 

When i landed there was a rainbow so 

Childers road Christmas prospects Nearly crying leaving Ireland 

Going for the party on the Irish sea it's called The Ulysses 

Feel to get pissed Blooms bar gone crazy 

Watching the lights of Dublin dissappear one of the sadest encount...

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IT WAS 50 YEARS AGO TODAY

Hi Folks, here is the official blurb for the upcoming 60s exhibition we will be taking part in. The basic working plan is for two WoL poets to be present each Saturday afternoon from 4-5 PM, reading poems inspired by the paintings on display. On course, that hour could be used for other poetic activities (workshops, 'happenings' and so on.):

 

“IT WAS 50 YEARS AGO TODAY”

 

6 Stockport ...

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Also by Stockport WoL:

January 2016 Collage Poem: The End of the World |

IT WAS 50 YEARS AGO TODAY

A poem for Ashraf Fayadh

entry picture


Saudi courts, your rule of fear is finished
- the sentence on this poet negates your faith.
Your hollow incantation "God Is Great"
is plainly false if God can be diminished
by lines of verse. Should murder be admonished
to Ashraf Fayadh, forevermore his fate
will hold as evidence that you're afraid 
of poetry. Frankly I'm astonished:

astonished that a land so steeped in culture,
in li...

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Also by Tim Ellis:

God The Banana on Harrogate Alternative Radio |

Ashraf Fayadhatheismexecutionfree speechpoetpoetryreligionSaudi Arabia

Is it

Is it a sin to lie back and enjoy a daiquiri

Clubbing in style, while homeless people shiver

Warmth fading from bones which haven't laid back

On downy silk, hand embroidered sheets, monogrammed

Ever

Watching worlds crumble on television sets

Better you than I.

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the forest of forgiveness

 

I beseech you, let me sleep within
To gain that peace of mind so craved
I’m told that I am ill behaved
So please cleanse my dreadful sin

I may not be so well deserved
Of all the magic permeating
Among those branches, speculating
Upon my mind, a wish unearned

May I hear the wind that flows
Through the boughs and leaves of trees?
The wind grows wise as gentle breeze
Reaches ears of t...

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Also by Daniel Wardak:

Eat your own heart out. |

Beast

Let the Beast 

devour your soul,

Let it make

your body feel whole.

We all know 

that first breath,

is a disastrous

leap towards death.

Now you won't stop.

It's an addiction,

a must,

a craving,

a lust.

Turn back

from the demon within

before the mutation kicks in.

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Also by Summit Parcell:

Cannibal |

More Than Skin Deep

entry picture

More Than Skin Deep

Dropping things

Losing things

Forgetting things

Like normal except

Now I have something else to acknowledge   

For failing and not being able to figure

Out how to set things right again

As if they were

Ever 

Right, I mean

Or if “spellcheck” knows what language

I think in

Live in

Write in

How does someone decide

To fight for someth...

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There Are No Words?

There Are No Words? 
For David Bowie; words by David Bowie; arrangement by RS.

Part I

Didn't know what time it was
the lights were low
News had just come over
Where the fuck did Monday go?
I can hear the nation cry
Where are we now?
            Where are we now?
The moment you know
            you know
you know

Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise
Clutches of sad...

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Bowie

Glimpse of Doom

The Middle-World,
consumed by strife,
and ice.
Brothers defile sisters,
fathers murder sons,
the Great Winter,
spares no one.

Bonds burst,
and hatred,
poisons his mind.
The Sly One,
slips free from his,
sorrowful bonds.
Revenge he will seek.
Blood he will spill.

The Wolf runs free,
the Nine Worlds sundered.
The Great-Devourer,
born from Deceit and Anger,
shall consume existence.

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Also by Lopt the Treacherous:

Thrym's Demise |

FenrirFenris Wolf.FenrisulfrFimbulwinterLokeLokiOdinRagnarokVolva

Ellie

entry picture

Dog, with one dark and one milk chocolate ear,
You come to me, seeking attention and offering love
And paws that scoop the Earth, and a wet nose
That leads you into trouble, often as not.

Runt of the pack, you trot along to rear in walkies,
Happy sniffing your own furrow and
Savouring simple pleasures, tail a windmill,
Your arse plastered with mud.

What was Parson Russell thinking
Whe...

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Also by STEVE RUDD:

Still Beautiful |

On the death of David Bowie (By Emma/written in 2 minutes when I woke up!)

So I hear from you all that he has died,
the man that touched so many lives.
He has not left you in your heart,
now it's time to do your part,
keep his music alive through the dark.
His shining light will never depart.
He left a legacy to show,
his wishes for those who know.
Never let your creativity die,
From the starman waiting in the sky.

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creativitydavid bowiegrieflove

Wanderer

 Wanderer

Homes deserted

Destroyed by power and prejudice

The blood encrusted brick and concrete dust,

The remains of living, of hope

A memory now

Replaced by pain and hunger

While legs worn and weary,

On shoes broken by endless footsteps

Camp in a pulverized arena

Undefeated,

The donated blanket,

The small gifts of living, a hope

A future, I wander, I wander

...

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hopehumanityrefugeewar poetry

Rebel Rebel

entry picture

January  10 2016 changes unforeseen

The thin white duke has gone and been

The jean genie had sound and vision

All the young dudes jump they say

Oh you pretty things loving the alien

We could be heroes and diamond dogs

Let's dance to modern love with a china girl

A drive in Saturday for a life on Mars

Ziggy stardust and the spiders playing mean guitars

Boys keep swinging ...

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To keep up...

Generations and ever changing plains,
No matter how well you think you know the world,
You ain't cool to someone who redefines cool each-time.
You're in best form now, but feels like you're going cold.

Stupidity races extremes, races end stupidly
World losses are a never changing trend,
Today hit, and tomorrow bent,
Chances, you just can't take, love, cook it up or eat half baked.

Even...

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A visitor

A visitor
(Arthur Mee’s England: Gloucestershire; 1939)

A book arrived yesterday
- a visitor from the last century
Visiting our modern-times day.

Carries news and views
But no photographs or maps.

Tells us all about
The places
And the faces

Of the people
Who went there.

But most of all of everything
It brings the smoke
Of years gone by -
An incense offering to the gods.

Car...

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1939booksGloucestershiresmokevisitor

Young and wrinkly

Young and wrinkly

 

You are not getting old

But numerically you've advanced

No, you're not getting old

You're just chronologically enhanced.

 

You are not growing up

But of this much I am sure

To avoid growing up

We must become more immature.

 

We must dance until our joints creak

And sing until we can't speak,

Laugh until our lungs ache

And love until ...

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ageBirthdaygrowing olderoldwrinklyyoungyouth

In your memory

I no longer recall the time we spent together,
yet my heart pines for your presence,
I wish I told you how much I love you and miss you.

I no longer can feel the warmth of your hand ruffel my hair,
yet the flashes of our play still warm my heart,
I wish I told you how much I love you and miss you.

I no longer fear crosssing a road on my own,
yet insecurities of daily life trouble me wit...

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Childhood memoriesgrandfathergrandson

the sounds of the night

I hear the sound of thunder

yet it is not raining

I hear the sound of shouting

yet it is not for joy

I hear the sound of bells ringing

yet it is not from the church

I hear the sound of desperate prayers

yet it is not Sunday

I hear the sound of rushing footsteps

yet they are not here to save me

they are here to take me.

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night

David Moore

Recently I voluntarily withdrew from WoL, having done so I decided to remove all my work.

 

I had been considering leaving the site for some time, primarily as it no longer seemed to be serving any purpose for me on a personal level. I am extremely grateful for the experience of the few months I spent engaging with the site and many other contributors.

 

Whilst the site is open to all ...

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Sign off

Bit, Healed, Itchy not Bleeding

It bit

It healed

It's itchy not bleeding.

You fought

You yield

Your desperate

And pleading.

"Goodness my boy! you’re wrapped up in trouble!

Let me tend to that wound, take a knee by this rubble."

So you angled your limb and you opened your mind,

To a man who seemed simple, and honest,

And kind.

"It doesn’t hurt much but it itches instead,

Inconvenienced, anno...

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The Gone World Gone (Poem for a Dead Man)

Childhoods end suddenly nears...
As whispered through a vampire's ear

The blood dries and cracks in the veins
Sucked out by fangs
To reveal secret screenings of teenage dances
And Salvation Army warehouses

An iron mask on my heart
Keeping out the sepulchral reality of time
Fractured beyond any hope for repair

Memories of the gone world wreaks havoc
Weeps deep down through the willo...

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Also by David Staruh:

Shakti | Skeletal Blues | Liquid Hell | Skeletal Mini Blind Panorama (An Evening as Whispered Through A Vampire's Ear) |

A Lifetime Of Nights In A Welsh Town

entry picture

Asleep beneath a sodium tongue,
Damp synthetic fire-licked stone,
Fake stone,
Hand made stone,
Carpeting ugly and commodious city streets,

Voices of young men,
Smoke filled lungs and wide wild eyes,
Sanguine chatter-boxes,
Impatiently idea making,

Dreaming, cold-air-breathing, nights on end without closed eyes,
Hearts open,
Some happy numbness in the fingers and toes,
All may rest ha...

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Also by Matthew Jones:

The Rational Animal | A Winter's Walk In The Park |

ageingReflectionyouth

Each Day

Living in fear

and doubtingthe unknown

Drowning sorrow

and focusing on what could go wrong.

No optimism

and no faith

in what lies ahead

We create problems in our minds

While focusing on the outcome.

Each day as we progress,

we get closer to our dreams,

but being stagnant with our efforts,

we will never succeed.

Live each day

as if its your last,

but tak...

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Fair?

no time can pass by

no time can see my closed eyes

no time will pass, my days will cry

it is not why I keep them live

it is not why I cry for them

they diserve more

no justice will be given to them

I will not rest until it is fair.

 

but how come we breathe

how come they have our guns to their heads.

they do not rest to show their worth,

we judge and blame

I ...

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First posting

Was feeling emotionl and wrote this, it felt good. 

London

When your thoughts run away with you,

The thoughts of what could have been run from you,

Regrets, false memories just out of reach,

The power of imagination is pain,

The power of emotion pushed us to change.

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lovepainpoetrythoughts

Blurred as Smoke

entry picture

Light me up and put me in your mouth, 

Inhale it all till everything goes south, 

A pack today and two more tomorrow, 

Try to use me to kill away your sorrow, 

In return I take your lungs away, 

And wait till you’re dependent on me to sway, 

I’ll turn your life around and be there till the end, 

Until you yourself can never mend, 

Against you I’ll turn your friends,...

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Too Old

 

I know I’m too old for you

With your wild, blazing eyes

And swishing hips.

 

Too old for you

Despite what your friend says

Who sits next to you.

 

I know you’re too wild for me

As you dance across the clouds

And I walk in the shadows.

 

You paint the town

All colours of the rainbow

While I often struggle

To stay on my feet in the ice.

 

You a...

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

Go home
leave the flock
You better get
on your knees
and pray
before twelve
o clock
Tell Jah
his love and
protection
with all his
blessings
please dont stop
A hand full of
corn on the
mountain top
Im cool
but keep
babylon hot
bring this
NEW YEAR in
with a pop
let the righteous
ball  drop ...King Zion

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Octolunes

FOR FREDA OCTOLUNES
(see discussion thread)

 

 

A MAIDEN`S PLEA.

Moon, oh, moon,
Oh, Lady moon, this night,
From the cool serenenes of your height
Grant to me
An irresistibly white
Enchanting witchery,
(Most lovelily)
In the silent shedding of your light.


THE FELLERS PLEA

Moon, listen
I want to ask a favour:
when we start kissin`
Give me lips some flavour,
And don`t g...

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missing you

the days have passed by without listening to your voice.
the days have passed by without watching you smile.
even in this unfaithful world i think of you
and that someday you'l accept my love.
i don't have the courage to tell you that your smile
lights up my day and that your eyes just mesmerize me.
i see you have moved on in this world but i still stand
at the place you left us.the dreams ...

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Also by kartikeya:

missing you |

emotionfeelingslove

Fishy Things

Left alone in the middle of street;
Far away there are no people to greet.

Thrown apart from the woods of sorrow;
Step in, being part of getting borrowed.

Ever found love is what family gave;
Others showered , to end up in the cave .

Family is the defination of being free;
If lost, follow the root getting to tree.

Messed up things can never be solved ;
Unless you move on, apart fr...

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