Poetry Blogs (Dec 2016)

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WORLD OF PLASTIC

plastic people with plastic hearts

acting their thermoplastic parts

 

born of plastic from plastic tubes

fed from protuberant plastic boobs

 

with plastic hopes and plastic dreams

in love with plastic zippered seams

 

cleaning up their plastic mess

and plasticising happiness.

 

With pink and squidgy love they stick

plastic slow or plastic quick

 

they t...

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Also by ray pool:

THE TALE OF OLD SETH | PRE - NATAL AGREEMENT | HOME CHRISTMAS EVE | VHS CUTBACKS | THE OLD COTTAGE | AND IN THAT TIME | MUSICIAN'S CONUNDRUM | FULL ENGLISH BREXIT | I WANT TO BE LIKE ELVIS | BIKERS | DESSERT | THE WORSHIPPERS | DO ME A FAVOUR | HIGH SPEC |

STILL WAVING AT TRAINS

I've just spent a few N.Y. Eve hours watching Youtube videos of steam trains...especially a

superb collection "Steam Trains at Speed" ("Speed to the West") with 3million plus hits! 

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

I thank heaven for the thrill of the steam that remains,

Once a boy - now a man, but still waving at trains.

As each image passes, s...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

NIGHT AND DAY! | THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS - a nod! | DOES ANYONE KNOW? | THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS - a seasonal re-post | BORDERING ON INANITY | CHRISTMAS IN MIND | CHRISTMAS SNOW - a song for the Season. |

New Year Fun

We’re out to party all night long,

Now we are done with Christmas cheer;

We’ll see the old year out with song,

And dance into a bright new year.

 

So don’t sit there alone and mope;

Come raise a glass and join with me,

And drink to love and health and hope

For all our friends and family.

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Beautiful Game Rant | Snow | Christmas Cheer | Resolutions Wrecked | The Mirror | Blast From The Past | The Young Lad At The Ritz (Radio Edit!) | Cold Misty Morning | Christmas Ghosts | Love Is Cruel | Clouds | OK, Christmas |

REAL MAN

We're the throw away

wives

The use em and lose em

brides

---

Like old cars

you trade us in

for new models

After  putting 

one hell of alot of miles 

on us

---

One man's trash

is another's treasure

---

So here I sit

on the Goodwill's shelf

like the Velveteen Rabbit

Waiting for

---

a Real Man...

 

By Lynn Hahn

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Also by lynn hahn:

THE RIDER | BAD BOYS | PILLOW | FORGIVENESS | HO HO HO | MICHI | SPOILED BRATS | TONGUE TWISTER | TEARS | CHRISTMAS TREE | GRUMP LAND | ADHD | DRAMA QUEEN | OVER THE MOON | WORDS |

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Haiku: Company

Malcontents loom large

Draped within death’s darkest garb

Misery in mind

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Also by Rob J Mann:

Haiku: Contents | Haiku: Steamy | Anticipation | Haiku: Starlet | Haiku: BSc | Haiku: Eye Opener | Haiku: Promises | Haiku: Starlight | Haiku: Bounce |

Annual fog of grog

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Steve’s just had it off with Beth’s sister.

Dodgy Dave finally broke his beer bottle record --

opened six with his mouth,

leaving his lips behind on the last one.

Debaucherous drinking stirred with a few unmentionable

mind-altering drugs thrown in.

Fractured relationships now totally dislocated, fuelled by four Jägermeister shots.

Bragging rights saved for the morning after.

...

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Also by Chakraj:

Manic Manipulator | The Reality of You | We could be dead, you know that? | Naked reckless mind | Sacred Technology | Our Communal Gig in the Sky | Take me to a Higher Place | Say it from that place of love | THE CALLING | LOVING ME | HERE, CAN YOU PASS THIS GRATITUDE ROUND PLEASE | THE ARTIST OF HAPPINESS | STARVE A FEAR | NEW NATIVITY. NEW HOPE | Tick, Tock. | Just Be. Here. Now. | UNIVERSAL TRIBE |

New Year in Freetown

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One New Year I spent in Freetown

it was a time of blood and fuck

I was with some friends

two now dead one gone mad

best friends I ever had

 

Hands chopped and boiled in pans

sea like milky heaven

traumatised girls

madmen gnashing black blood teeth

we were dying quickly underneath

 

I fucked away six months of life

I fucked away a loving wife

the best days ...

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Also by Wolfgar:

Obscuration | A prelude to wealth | The March to Waterloo | Oberndorf | A list of this years things | Christmas present | All-night vigil | Lily pads | An ungrateful wretch | Mid-winter | A gift from the people..... | Chichester harbour, late autumn walk | Red brick |

Light that brings me home

With a warmth inside I'm heading home.
Shadows fall as I walk into the dark,
slowly losing the sight of my goals.
Alone, I have killed the sun,
now even the moon fears me.
No one by my side,
getting ready to give up,
I stopped,
opened my eyes,
I saw a light that was running towards me.
Soon a relaxing laugh followed,
in my mind it was hallowed.
The light shone brighter and brighter,
l...

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Also by LeGou:

Can't stop thinking about you | Repeated story | Your beauty behind my eyes | World based on lies is not what we enjoy |

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Olive

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Olive

 

“I ate you” I said,

Bitter, hard hearted affair

I keep repeating.

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Cold Hearted | Advent |

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Tell me everything

Give me the dirt in your soul I don't want pretty and clean I want the ugly and messy the real nitty gritty the raw feelings. Please overshare that story with me, people like you don't scare me, I don't feel uncomfortable when you scream and cry, I feel at home. 

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Also by Youthfullyxx:

A secret | Getting close | how can I love you when I don't love myself | Destructive me | Cycle | A made up reality |

Unspoken

I prefer to write in

Anonymity

The freedom it entails

Simply to be an pseudonym

Represented by a single word

The potential to be

Variable

Alpha or Omega

Female or male

A horizon

To express uninhibited

Faceless in a crowd

Existing only as a brief shout.

It is shameless almost

In its vanity,

To be cloaked

In a cultivated air

Seemingly mysterious,

...

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Untitled

In the house
we found rooms full of paper
where he wrote

what we should have known
in such detail
that there wasn't much to say.

This was the year
of the election
when everything was going to change

but in there it had already
happened


and it was for us
to fill our arms with the pages
and to carry

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death

when poetically mesmerized

my eyes would widen as never before

seeing these words

that helps my mind to take to the air

no longer held down by uninspirational gravity

but flying, powered by energized harmony

lifting me to a height

known only to stars and angels

where,my appreciative,privilidged soul

encounters these pure,and rarest of unread thoughts

calling to,and awakening,every new,and more imp...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

intermissions | Chris! its not #Drarvern home for Christmas#-its d-r-i-v-i-n-g-if you must! | remediation | demise or otherwise of an iron horse rider | # cauld lang time # | dickhead dog owners pointless dialogue with her defiant dickhead of a dog (for Natasha) | disgustingly discarded | restore to factory settings | BRRR-exiting! | carer |

The Process Of The Fake News Meme

meanwhile..
meanwhile
back at the ranch..
a baby boomer marxist rock star
           just took a gong
it must be the new neo marxist third way
not gaddafi's third way
but that other fella's
third way

the marxist rock star
the obligatory one-legged lollipop lady
the arms dealer
the charity ceo that helps war victims
thrown in
for balance

and
a slebrity
a poet
a food critic
a food bank critic
but wi...

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Also by Suki Spangles:

Human Civilisation 2.0 | Bollywood National Anthem/Bollywood Bleach Cologne | Cracked Symbols | Sun And Air |

Love Remembered

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The ghosts of yesterday 
Come to visit in vacant time
And I, alone, shall greet them.
Their host, I lead to rooms,
The pleasure domes
Of youth.

Where I call them back to life
One by one,
To propose a toast
To intimacies past.
Lost love will ring
Cathedral bells tonight.

The aftertaste is bittersweet, 
But unforgettable scents
Cling to my preserved guests
Like tobacco smells
On ...

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Also by Paul Waring:

The Fall | Carried Away | Home | Love, Adverbially | Blackness | The Wait | Long Gone |

Outrage

This stick named Outrage
Is what stirs the masses
Rousing them in anger
Rail against injustices
Wolves in Yellowstones
Gangs in L.A.
Genocide in Africa
Trouble in Latvia, or
Slums in Mumbai.
And while anger is better than fear
This focus remains on the problems
And so the problems remain.
How then to drop that stick,
And let our focus be guided
To solutions?
To set our sails instead
...

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Also by Eric erb:

Reflection | express | First Flight |

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Man Vs Mountain

****Slight Adult Content*****

 

Off to the dark continent, I've something to do

In the footsteps of Dr. Livingstone, Tarzan & crew

Intrepid explorer, hope the monkeys do behave

Not dragged off, to be made a reluctant simian sex slave 

Cousin Louie, yer can get ter fuck

I'm not that way inclined.......yer out of luck

I'm not the King of the swingers, please!, not today!

I...

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Also by Jeff:

Going Now | Don't Treat Me Like Me | My Gay Mates | Not the Man I Used to Be | Social Media Studies | My Show | My Prison | A Day for a Life | A Butterfly Flaps its Wings | The Cuckoo & the Fledgeling Meet | I'm a Pencil | Which Dick Ordered the Caramel Latte? | This isn't what life had planned for me | Heart | Going, Going, Gone | The Quick & the Dead | Mothballs n Piss |

Surface tension

We cannot be held back

By our own desire

To grow old and know better

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Also by Chunks and Marrow:

Razors do get dull | Yearning downpour | Have a bite! | It's their fault, darling |

Assad fodder

They,are the people dying

on dead streets.

 

Soon,they will be the people

that were.

 

Yet innocent,in every meaning of the word.

 

But they have become

our guilt.

 

Because,we didn't listen

because,we allowed ourselves

to be collectively,selectively

blind.

___________________________________________

 

© Stef Wilde 30th December 2016

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

disbelief | Visitations | goodbye the bikes | Queue | GO! little Gosling GO! |

Brother can you spare a dime?

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Brother Can You Spare a Dime

I got drunk in a 

a Portland bar

thirty minutes after

I had exited my

girl-friend's car,

she text

to tell me

that she had finished with me

that that that was that.

I sat drinking

and pouring tears

into my whiskey

a guy with an

English accent

joined me

we had a good time.

I bought all the drinks

as I remember.

I l...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

proud Scots wha hae | Happy Birthday Bill | Higgs Boson pt2 (Haiko) |

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freeness

Sleeping,the greening awaits,that yes,

we have seen before,many times

but as always,it will freshly dissipate

sombre invasive remnants

of winters impostions.

 

As its youthful breath cloaks everything

hope is renewed.

 

Look! we shall say

the leafed tree's are back!

the land is unlocked!

 

A friend,returned,bearing liberating gift's

each one unwrapped,to ...

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Also by Jemima Jones:

Life | Acceptance of a drab day | Where goeth the human heart? | Suitable post-script to my fellow inmates | Crud | displaying of a closed forever sign | Currents eddying |

Solitude

I'm constricted by the fact, that life is to share,

I just see poor judgment, and a silly content,

of stay where you were hand, to raised and to forget.

Over bed or on couch, your time shall come next,

As the rest of your days, bad-thoughts, hopes and prays.

 

It is said that's not true, for you to be alone,

So to them I should say, my half never became.

I've been thinking ...

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Also by AhLlopis:

Poetry VI | They come from far |

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No Longer Lost

Lost in a world that was never mine. Dedicated to those who were to busy taking stabs at my back and heart. Now looking at it from the outside.  I realize it was me who allowed all of this. That life, person, and blame claimer. You have not thought I wasn't listening or watching, but I was. No longer a lost boy. I found the person I had buried so deep to please others.  No I'm back to the bear tha...

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Also by Leigh Tiffany Love:

Our moment | Who? | The Veiw |

Black Again for the First Time

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“The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” TS Elliot

Sometimes when we’re together I don’t feel like a family of one. One of us starts a phrase for momentum, and the other will pick up pitch, tone and rhythm to meet somewhere in a chord. Themes in our rotation lead us to rendezvous’, sometimes in the house of Riely other times in hou...

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The Vinyl Addicts Anonymous

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7 inch
12 inch
45
The look and sound makes me feel alive
Punk, Rock, Reggae and ska
Is the sounds I play from sound systems afar
The wheel is spinning
This man is grinning
The sound of a good record

Spend money I can't afford
On that one record
Its scratched sometimes
Comes with a hiss
But there isn't a sound I find more authentic than this
So when the needle hits the groove
No ti...

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Adoration

I saw the way he looked at her when she wasn't looking.

The way he caressed her cheek.

The way she giggled at his touch.

I want that with you.

I want you to look at me like that.

I want you to adore me the way he adores her.

 

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Safe

As we search for the truth in these lying moments
Identifying clues that trigger the police
Passing the polygraph, establishing the peace
Between our two old souls connecting our movements

Chasing the old robbers out of community
Defeating the bike gangs and the Italian clans
To have peaceful venue, making festival plans
For everlasting love, respect and unity

As the gloomy stories are alw...

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Also by Louis Audet:

Be different | Prison | Vacation on a beach | Reconnection | The movie plot | Seducing through words | Challenge the Power | Monster | Lesson Learned | Long Live the past | First meet | Escape | Start Up | Sapiophile | Hot Tub | Mr Fantismo builds the cake | Mr Fantismo up Everest | Mr Fantismo and the Ice Queen | Mr Fantismo at the beach | Mr Fantismo and the ranchers | Lusting over Love | Lifestyle Hypocrite | Living it | Burning stars | To meet again | Knowing what you want | The minding affair | Hotel Bar | Finding love | Trials |

Beautiful Love Poems

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Like The Sunshine In The Spring

You're like the sunrise in the spring

that makes the meadows dance again,

and motivates the clouds to sing.

Your warmth and light soothes all the pain

from icy winter thoughts that cling

to memories that still remain.

 

You're like the sunrise in the Spring

that calms the mountains in the rain,

and colours rainbows with a hymn.

Beaut...

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Release

Reaching out for your touch 

Get close enough 

Then let go 

Come and go 

Oh, just let go

Come and go 

Oh, just let go

 

No one gets close to you

Pour out everything 

Let them in

Then let 'em go

Oh, just let go

Come and go 

Oh, just let go

 

Dreams and visions of a better way

Songs and words just a breath away

Following the path then get brushed...

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Also by Kimberly Ray:

Circles | Build Me Up | One Reason | Without You | No Luck | Love Lost | Heartbeats a flutter | Deep in Thought | Reading Between the Lines | Black hole | Push and pull | Flame | Meet me in the rain | A Penny For Your Thoughts | Sixth sense | Face the music |

The gear changer

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Running out of
Oxygen, burning out
When contenders feel like
Dropping dead,
In an unexampled manner
Summoning a vestige
Of energy
Bringing into play
A new strategy,
Miruts Yifter Ethiopia's
Olympic legend
Used to surge ahead
Demonstrating a race
Is a sport of foot,lung
And head.
That is why
A commentator
Christened him
“Mirutse Yifter
The gear changer!”
“I dare say
Catching up...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

A maverick seen mentally sick | The Christmas Guest/By Helen Stiner Rice/ የ ገና እንግዳ/Translation in Amharic Alem Hailu G/Kristos | A genius taken for a dummy! | You break anew to make | The acid test of love's intensity | Men’s true measure((Ben Jonson)/Translation in Amharic/Alem/የሰው ትክክለኛ መስፈርት | Fresh 2 decades later | The double faced | Fidel(Faithful/Fiddle) |

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void

light's silvery flecks

are cast down from the

face of the heavens,

 

and men--earthbound

--sit fishing for stars

shining thinly in

shallow reflecting pools

 

to fill the deep wells

of their empty bellies

with tears.

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Also by elPintor:

vagabond | boxing day | behemoth | freelance | suspension of disbelief...or, you are what you eat | unspoken | kisses from home |

What You Find In Peace

In to the power in to the sea till now

Now I see what happens in sight is alied seen

Expands in open space and diamond sink

Have a drink and dont feel me

See me dont think

As the peace sinks in

Air hint.

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Also by Walter Edgar Viera:

My Mind To Yours | They Can't Know What I Talk To Dogs | The Ending with out Ending | No Duty of Doubt | The Ripple Effect | The Art of Warcraft in and on Warcrafted | My Life | My Stride | Roses Are Red | The Sky Is Blue | Only me | At The Height |

juniper tree

juniper tree outside my window

in a space i made for myself

this morning at 2 am

too hot in your room for sharing

i am the most temporary in this

place for people with nowhere

to stop.

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Also by saskia daylight:

snow | silence | self-defence | oh girl | keep moving stop talking | how do you write life? | how to enter the circle without falling into the centre | gaza strip | i am myself |

The Girl in the Picture

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The Parthenon behind her,

bleached white in classical light,

is little more than staging,

 

the backdrop they’ve chosen

–this girl and the boy who loves her–

to match her flawless style.

 

And why should a goddess

matter to her, or the distant era

when myths were real?

 

There are idols enough

for her to aspire to

in the pages of Vogue and Marie Claire.

...

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Also by David Cooke:

The Girl in the Picture | Chasin' the Breeze |

Blood shot eyes

Tear soaked eyes

Torn up tissues

Stretched out sleeves

Clinched fists

Sleepless nights

Precious time wasted For who someone who broke your heart

Waste no more tears or time for a heartless bastard

BEHIND BLUE EYES

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Also by Joe Barrett:

i ENJOY OUR WALKS |

Teeth

Fistfuls of teething,
 hot and wet like sand, 
a mocking curse, screeching 
and grinding over one another, 
flooding through windows and baseboards, 
cascading over chandeliers and 
down hallways, clashing and clattering
chattering like the frosty duels of rutting
 November bucks
filling me up, burning hot
like a drill from dentists' days

skewered and chewed
caught and crushed
a mor...

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Westway's dark

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When day falls down

be mine

for the night

passes by.

You choose which

way we run

I can't choose more than one.

You got no sleep but I found my belief,

I found my belief.

 

The Westway's dark.

 

Please stay, don't fade away

Save us,

lone stars.

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“Glastonbury Fayre”

- performance piece -

 

The driver of a leather upholstered

Hillman Hunter drop head saloon

Reeking of Capstan full strength

And Lifebuoy soap

Dropped me off outside Devizes.

 

I prised open a door

To get out of the rain

Unrolling my doss bag

On a scout hut floor.

 

I crept out early

While the village slept

Washing down a Kendal Mint Cake bar

With a ...

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Also by Rick Gammon:

“The Orkney Spring of Bradley Driver - Easter 1995” | "Dingle Bound Epiphany June 1990" |

It Hurts Me

I wanna give it a try
To lose another mind
I wanna hold back
Wanna be your girl again
But it hurts me
Yes it hurts me to death…

Too many times I tried
Too many trials I failed
But I never give in
And it hurts me
Yes it hurts me like I’m losing my mind…

You still in my heart
And you still in my mind
Even if I say forget you
Yes forget you
That’s hurts me so
Oh, it’s hurt me like...

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Also by MGS:

Warmth Turbulence | Love Letter for my Love (in different languages) | Temptation | Parenting | Love Defines... | Don't Judge Me... | Keeping a Faith | Cyber Fool | Petty Feelings | Puzzled |

SANTA KRAMPUS

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(It is my ambition to write the greatest Christmas song ever. Not sure this would have made Christmas No 1 even if I had written it in time)

 

You all know Santa Claus

The saint each child adores

He brings the good ones gifts, does Pere Noel;

But I’m his kith and kin

I punish kids that sin;

I’m Krampus and I harvest souls for Hell.

 

And unlike brother Nick

Well, I br...

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Also by John Coopey:

OLYMPIC PUB QUIZ TEAM | CHRISTMAS WRAP | THE MASTERLY STRATEGY OF INACTIVITY (NOT IN MY NAME) | IN THE GROTTO | WHAT WOULD CONVERT A BREXITER? |

A better place

Close your eyes and create a better world 
where wars and hate are but stories to be told
A place called home where we all  belong
where no man is better and no man is wrong

close your eyes and picture this, 
the perfect place for you and me
A place beaneath which rivers flow
A place of peace, a place of love

 close your eyes and visualise
The prefect place to spend a life
If you do ...

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"PAIN OF NATURE"

 

 

the people i see are not the one i want to see,

the things they use are not the one i want them to use,

they are not my friend ,

they are not my enemy,

they are one of my creation,

as i have done many.

they created phones,

they created megaphones,

still not hearing my voice,

let it be there choice,

now i am not happy

now i am not sad ,

now i am angry

...

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George Michael - R.I.P.

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Wake me up before you go go to club tropicana

Bad boys and young guns go for it and wham rap together

Everything she wants baby I'm your man

Do it right at the edge of heaven in club fantastic forever

I heard the sad news late on Christmas evening

That George Michael had peacefully passed away

He burst onto the music scene with energy and wham

His creative legacy will last for...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

Christmas Rhyme |

Bye Bye Santa

On behalf of a grown up child.

To my Santa with love,

Thank you Santa for all the gifts

You gave me till today

As I have grown my wishes have changed

I seek from you desperately some wishes Devine,

Peace in the world and hope for mankind,

A love filled life with my mom and dad,

And all my friends in the world,

Grant us power and good sense,

To forgive our friends and ...

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Also by Mrs Sharma:

Love | New Born | Sunset |

Love me this way, if you love me too

Often have seen you stuck
Amid being smart and schmuck
Here’s my answer to how should you?
Love me this way, if you love me too

Wake up with me at the dawn-break
Yawn, smile and kiss my forehead
Wish a good morning before I do
Love me this way, if you love me too

Avoiding me is a gross mistake
In a quick second, respond me back
At least twice a day, say “I miss you”
Love me this way...

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Also by Juhi Gupte:

December |

#poetry #poem #love #devotion #romantic

lovesick

I can only think of your gentle

lips, I can only picture your

delicate touch, I can only

remember within myself

the words, those words

you never spoke.

Because time is too small for

us caught in the wrong

corners of it, at the start

and the ending, but never the

kairos.

Because yesterday was the right

time for today for the

kiss that I gave to the

aether.

...

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Random Hero

The only person who can save me

is me

A Random Hero wont set me free

Violets are blue

Its time for you to save you

Mentalities can't fly

Yours wont admit defeat

Not that I ever wanted you to lose

But, my grasp is still so weak

 

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Also by FramedBrain:

My moon |

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2016

The year is almost over,

Our birds have got the flu,

Our pounds are losing value,

And the trains are overdue,

We held a referendum,

We all had loads to say,

The outcome unexpected,

As it gave us Mrs May,

 

The NHS is creaking,

Farage is friends with Trump

The English voted Brexit

So the Scots have got the hump

The Doctors started striking

The postal worker...

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Also by Claire Baldry:

Epiphany | I Rhyme |

Battlefield

I suited up

Camouflage, boots, armor, and ammunition 

I went in

A heart on my sleeve, hoping it would go unseen

Camouflaged behind the wall that was built on the battlefield 

Boots laced up ready to flee anything that tried to overcome me 

Armor in place to deflect harm

Ammunition locked and ready for retalltion 

Yet this battlefield I was not prepared for

It was like no...

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Also by Morgan Lovely:

Dreaming |

The Light

The light inside me shining,
Butterflies are flying.
My nerves are at their peak,
The thought makes me weak.

Like climbing a mountain,
The reward will feel so great.
The aches and pains keep shouting,
"Turn back," but it's too late.

All the pain is worth it.
At the top is where you see,
The beauty of the mountain
and all it's scenery.

Nature is amazing,
A type of therapy.
Though, the...

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Also by SarahAnneD:

Love Yourself |

adventureBabylifepregnancy

SECRETS

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The night 
has some secrets.

It is still burning 
in spite of 
its deep burns.

It shows 
it has received
those.

It confuses us
with some
cottons.

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Also by Daipayan Nair:

HONEST FACE | THE REAL OLD |

metaphysicalsurreal

Hip Hop Evolution

In the summer of 2015, Swedish music streaming service Spotify created a live musical map of the world that analyzed listening trends for over 1000 different cities around the globe, yet, whether you're focused on figuring out which rising young rapper is next to blow or pining for the golden age of beats and rhymes, the story of how hip-hop evolved from soundtracking New York block parties to bec...

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Also by Ebonaya Smallwood:

Are Brandy and Monica Feuding (Like It's 1998)? A History of Their Drama | Kayne West- Heartless |

Silent Tick Tock

The clock has stopped 
I let it and it dropped 
The time doesn't change 
Its mind is now made 

As I watch the clock 
It's silent tick tock 
Brings me peace of mind 
That we're one of a kind
This clock and I 
Were born to die 
And along the way 
We stopped a day 

It was only a day 
But why?  You say?
Because the clock has stopped 
Because I let it and it dropped

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Also by Alonelymouse:

Long time friends | Vanity | Perspective | Black and White | New baby |

Next

My mind can wander to dangerous places...

Places where uncertainty is the only thing that is, well, certain

How nice it must be not to worry

The trembling fear of what’s coming next has consumed me

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Also by ~just me~:

Undercover | Underwater |

Divine Fruit

The one who created the world with his two hands knowing the knowledge of the tree of life,

Planted with his own seeds dug deep in the garden of Eden.

Did the almighty become a lonely man a lonely soul all on his own,

whilst he spent his last few days with Adam in his garden of the tree of Knowledge,

constantly telling him you may eat any tree here Just make sure you don’t eat from the tree of...

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Tap, Tap, tapping My Way

I’m caught up in the fog

I’ve got my hands out

Feeling my way like a blind man in a haze

Tap, tap, tapping my way along,

Through life.

 

I don’t really know what I’m looking for

But I keep searching

I’m like a blind man fumbling in the dark

And I sometimes think I need an instruction book

So I can be flick, flick, flicking,

Through life.

 

There are times; I ...

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lifememory

Lady on a Tram

one evening almost Christmas

ten-o'clock cold and windy

from city centre to suburbs

crowded tram close and steamy

floods of patrons from the theatres,

concerts, cinemas, restaurants, shopping malls

a buzz of chat about performances

food and wine, purchases and prices

 

I had to stand, anchoring myself on a bum pad.

At the next stop a black lady boarded

lugging ...

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The Doppler Effexit

 

Formula:

 

Where Target = Majority

 

Chancy Referendum  =   Ferocity of Fear + Gnashionalism                                                                           Disinformation + Deceit                               

 

Observations:

 

Where Strategy = 0

 

[Taking back our] borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

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Also by Laura Taylor:

No One Called You Gordon | Kaleidoscope |

Fear

There comes a time where you keep on asking yourself anything

Anything which disturbs your mind from thinking straight

You become unaware of what is happening around

Then there is this sudden teardrops in your eyes 

 

You start wondering why

Why did you ever do such thing

Why did you not resist from doing something like it

Then you realize you should have done better

 

...

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Also by Chrissun Buligon:

Climb High | Motivation | Free | The Drivers of Life | The Question |

#TissuesPenAndPapers

Every

Wake up at the normal hours

Every day,

Every morning

Finding oneself drowning in the same routine

Every day,

Every afternoon

But,

Every day,

Every night one dreams of changing the world

Finding a purpose,

Making a difference

One day though

Every dream will come true

 

-DP

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Also by Dan Picc:

P.O.M | Sick |

dreamshope

A week's walk away

Always central to my thoughts

While out of reach
Each day more difficult
Each problem more overwhelming
Knight in shining armour
Save my mind with your presence

Walk with me by the river
And share your stories of bravery 
Learn my troubles
Know I can carry yours 

Another day will pass
Water will still flow
As plants still breathe
Yet let's hold each other tall

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A Prayer

For all the lost souls out there tonight I pray,

that you may find your way,

I heard of someone,

Who tonight.

Lost his fight.

At this time of year,

not everyone feels the cheer. 

I pray for angels everywhere,

to open their wings 

and show somebodys here.

There is always another day to greet,

mistakes can be put at ones feet. 

This poor soul in his plight,

Tur...

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Also by Nicola Byrnes:

Winds of Change. | Into the Forest. | Doesn't matter whose right or Wrong | Not my People | Let me Be Your Shooting Star | The Storm | Solidity | Catch a Star | Red Mountains |

Nearly Love

 

(a parting sonnet for Jean)

 

Let`s not call this cosy comfort love,

But only say that once there was a time

When the loneliness and travel-heat of the way

Became too much for us, when it was enough

To leave the world go by us and recline,

I in your deep kindness, you in mine.

 

And though we boast: we never did betray

Cupid with words – being much...

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Crescent Moon

I live on the dark side 
of the moon 
in the crescent blue. 

I live my life in reverse, 
hamster on the wheel. 
Time passes still.

An absurd 
monomaniacal obsession 
leaves me stranded 
every time, 

lost in an ocean abyss 
sinking in my sinking ship, 
sick at heart, sick of mind, 
sick of time 

passes still

on the dark side 
of the crescent moon 
I bloom in blue 
just for you. 

...

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Running through the wild winds

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Blow wild out into my path of time,

Of rhymed resistance to mild senses,

Rush and swirl to abstract abandonment,

Around and encased from a sterile world,

As I stand awaiting my ambuscade.

 

Reject what can only be failed inculcation,

Admonished to a pointless exhausted existence,

Now I rally and cry to battle,

Body littered with ageing contusions,

So run, run,...

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Also by AM Cash:

Rain in June | No! | We are European | Saintly softly | Into the woods we must go | In the woods | The Dressmaker |

You Might Not

You might one day not win a local poetry competition 
In a Camberley bookshop that you once unsuccessfully applied for a job in.

Counting the failures,
The same poem might one day get published in an academic journal.

Then back to Camberley

You come second in a poetry slam

Out of two

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S.A.D

I
am a garden.
Greenest grass shoots from my scalp.
tulips tumble from my mouth
Birds flock, Bees beguile, soil
a path from which my bark legs grow
rooted, stable. 
A yellow star shines over me, i suck
growing growing growing
buds blossoming
fruit grows, sweet. 

fruit grows fruit falls
pink petals plummet 
a soil path hidden in soiled fruit soiled sweet fruit 
green leaves scatter
...

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Also by Amber18_:

Who Cares? | Without you, this christmas. | Habits |

seasonal affective disorderwinter

Zak

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When I was very unwell earlier this year and in a clinic, I made a friend named Zak. Heartbreakingly, Zak found the world too much to live with on the outside. Here is a poem for him. 

Forget the presents, the greed and all the bullshit of this time of the year, and hold on to those who might be in intolerable pain instead. X.

 

Zak

On those early mornings
we would meet the others gaz...

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11-30-16

I’m listening to and watching me think

On thoughts of elders-philosophers-friends

It’s something like what I might eat or drink

At least til what doctors say are the ends

 

prefer cooking, setting my fire knobs

not blaming the lost ones caught in the gears

As it heats and bubbles to surprise blobs

Each pot a spirit level for quake fears

 

Sometimes in need or want for...

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Cherry Tree

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 In the middle of a hot day,

Somewhere far away,

An old man walked home,

When he decided to roam.

 

He dug up a cherry tree,

He could grow it free,

He was so very merry,

To grow up a nice cherry.

 

But suddenly he looked around,

And saw a big God’s crown

Thought: let it grow here,

Bring the berries every year.

 

Let it grow as high,

As human’s eye ca...

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nature

Coming back to you

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With a final cupped kiss
That would soon leak away
With long standing salute
Undiluted I say
“We will see each other 
Another day”
And under the cover of darkness
I will slip from sight
And fight my legs to keep walking
Not stumble or sway
And I wish
Just once
That a hand will grab
Onto my sleeve
Fingers clenched tight
And beg me
“Don’t leave”
Yet It happens not
Because I know
Y...

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Also by Alexander Watson:

Most Words | Pain to Paper | Suns set in Emerald | A Cold Kiss Goodnight |

Trev in the Holy Land 2016: A pilgrimage in the footsteps of Jesus: The journey home

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Image: Two great guys who made the pilgrimage very enjoyable. Joseph (l) our very knowlegable tour guide, and Karim (r) our driver equally as skilled at driving, he had to be on some of the roads with some of the other drivers. Both feature in poem 44.

 

05/12/2016 - 41) Suitcases packed and away

It’s departure day

We’re sat around sharing the memories that abound

Of our Holy Land r...

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Also by Trev the Road Poet::

Trev in the Holy Land 2016: A pilgrimage in the footsteps of Jesus: Jerusalem | Trev in the Holy Land 2016: A pilgrimage in the footsteps of Jesus: Galiliee to Jerusalem | Trev in the Holy Land 2016: A pilgrimage in the footsteps of Jesus: Galilee (Tiberius) | Trev in the Holy Land 2016: A pilgrimage in the footsteps of Jesus: The journey out | Trev in the Holy Land 2016: A pilgrimage in the footsteps of Jesus: The run up |

The Magnitude of Love

The Magnitude of Love

 

      Every sentiment has been written before,

Every ounce of love mentioned

In prayers and wishes;

Done in deeds and actions,

But we are born again

To say it over and over,

     And I’ll never tire of repeating it -

Will never succumb to

A weariness that defies

All emotion!

 

     They play and

I am humbled from

Their high vanta...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

A Worlds End |

New Book - Bolton Calling!

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Delighted to announce that my second book is finally out! Bolton Calling! - titled as a proud Boltonian in respect of my home town, my last poem being the tribute. There's a couple of other references to Bolton, in particular Ghosts of Rivington Moor in there, but also some other tributes to Ian Curtis and Joy Division, and the Wigan Diggers!

There are 40 poems, and after overcoming that diffic...

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Getting Grim

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There’s a disgruntled growl of anguish
of genuine angst and of grief
My gingerbread man seems quite gutted
he’s grinding his gums and his teeth

He’s garbling his words as he grumbles
He’s losing the gift of the gab
Adrift in existential gridlock
Where there are no straws for him to grab

He’s getting giddy with gold-graded glumness
Grappling with guilt, getting gruff
His moaning and g...

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Hong Kong Monkey

Hong Kong Monkey

 

In the Shing Mun Country Park,

his hairy right hand rests

on the fence. My second cousin

 

once

removed by countless millennia.

His sad eyes stare

 

into my soul

a creature

born to be free but caged

 

by forces beyond its control.

Can he see the difference

between us? He lives

 

in the present

so can never know

his dest...

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A GOOD OR BAD PAST

A ‘GOOD’ OR ‘BAD’ PAST?

Pleased I am that born I was when I was
A time when even though war threatened, and, did occur
Real freedom did exist, or, the alternative was not recognised
Poverty was rife but was borne with the belief in community
Never was there the expectation of improvement by government intervention
For every inconvenience which did, or might, blight aspects of our lives
‘G...

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CareNeighboursSociety

Just a guy trying out writing.  Years ago I wrote a lot, but life got in the way and now I'm seeing if I have anything left.  Thanks for reading and hearing me out.

 

doug

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The Man and His Shadow (Or the Shadow and His Man)

 

I fear the darkness for it harbors all the evil I cannot yet see.
The unseen assailant following the breadcrumb trail unnoticed.
When I walk alone at night my shadow keeps me company. Sometimes, the shadow runs as I still walk slowly. In the shadows he runs, thereafter our shadows dance and twirl anxiously; slowly, our shadow begins to bleed more darkness.

The house of a friend is nearby...

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Here Again

morning begins
to soften
outside

i wait for you
cold hands
light gathering
with the dust
of the growing hours

there is nothing in me
that is not already soft
and brittle

feel the leaves slip
on the pavement
touching new words with
a covered breath

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Also by A.M. Clarke:

Passing Time | New Apartment | Standing on a Balcony |

Christmas cheer

Everyone knows 
At this time of year 
Everyone should be happy 
Full of good cheer 

With loved ones around them 
And good food to eat 
All is merry 
What a wonderful feat. 

But many people 
Will be going without 
Whether they've lost loved ones 
Or their next meal brings doubt 

There are so many people 
Who have the hardest times 
Trying to get though the holidays 
Pretending ...

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sudden inspiration

Blooming blossoms here and there,

Flowers looking more than fair.

 

 

this came to my mind somehow, and just wanted to write it down. I know its a bit weird as it is winter in hong kong, but anyway.

hope you enjoy.

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#blooming#flowers#spring#sudden inspiration

The Drawbridge

It's late.

Swirling lights, tattoos and ruddy skin,

laughs and pictures

leaning crazily.

They could really do

with a room, roped off

on which to pontificate

gesticulate and share a million

and three secrets and stories

bled from the bowl that starts...

...and ends with your city face,

your birch frame and sweet breath,

patterned with detritus of dried

merlot,...

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Also by David Blake:

Radio Play |

Dystopic

Misty Islands

Upon misty islands where I was born

Where I have trod across hill moor and snow

Since I was a lad

Where my father’s father and forefathers before

Of generations now long ago gone

That did toil and reap

Plant and sow

Did cut and fashion from oaks

Both broad and long

Tall ships no more to languish

On these tender shores

But to set forth across open seas

To explore...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Sixpence |

That city

I had a dream in that city again. Inside the nebula of chaos. It is night. The bookshelves of lights on the streetscape throb; red, yellow, cyan, red. It feels like Amsterdam dipped in oil. A black bridge leaps across an equally blackened street. A subway entry to the bottom right. The towers lurking at the back lean effortlessly over the road. The buildings are mere shadows, blacker than the nigh...

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City

NOW WHEREFORE STOPP'ST THOU ME?

I’ve forgotten when I first read

books about John and Mary,

The Happy Train or Let’s Learn To Read

 

but I remember the comics

dad bought home each Saturday afternoon

from work. Bundled in his arms were

 

Beano, Dandy, Eagle, Hotspur, Look & Learn

and I’d devour them one at a time

and no one stopped me.

 

I loved the strips: Corporal Clott,

Desperate Dan, Dan...

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SO HOW CAN I CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS

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How can  I celebrate Christmas when we have.nt learnt a thing

When the man who died to save us

Hangs on his words in despair

Is it fair

That I in my wisdom

Follows the road in weakness

And I watch as a child breathes its last

 

So how can I celebrate Christmas

When I stand in the rain and stare

My grief is here but I do nothing at all

My hands in my pockets, my hea...

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UNCONNECTED LOVE.. !

The flowers started to bloom..

I dance around my room..

I feel like I am his bride

and he is my groom..

 

Suddenly i stop thinking..

My eyes started blinking..

my mind says he is nothing for you

my heart says he is all you wanted to..

 

I went through my mind..

and ignore my heart..

because love makes me blind ..

And i don't wanna get hurt...

 

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Also by priyakhi barbara:

YOU ARE MINE... |

The Letting Go

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The truth is dark outside the curtain.

Your eyes are closed to the falling snow

that's nestling at the feet of tall trees

that stand close and crowded 

as commuters on the evening train.

 

If there's a purpose to pain

it's to teach you how to let go.

You didn't realise it but

you can learn to live with the quiet

learn to listen to the space 

of someone's absence.

...

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December Collage Poem: Disappointment - Part 2

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Crossing over reflections

Mirroring his own life

 

Life is disappointing; but love is always

beautiful, even across dreary railway tracks

kniving through his childhood

 

Hair kissed under Homeric stars

Whatever the weather.

 

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Also by Stockport WoL:

December Collage Poem: Disappointment - Part 1 |

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Crack

Crack in the wall

Crack in your ass

Crack a smile

Crack the window

Crack cocaine

Jimmy crack corn and I don't care

Step on a crack and break your mother's back

 

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Also by Bill Simonson:

To Grab Hold | The Poem | The Throttle |

Love from your cat

Only an arsehole would turn down good food

and incidentally- I have to put up with your dog shit slop day in day out

because it's all you can afford.

I don't even like bird, I go through that horrible murder to gift that to you

so the least you can do, when I and that innocent bird make that sacrifice for you

is to eat the damn thing,

or don't, just go back to the processed bird ...

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Skipping Doses

The water 

saline and hard crystallization 

held behind the wrinkles in my forehead 

the sharp

cracking throat broken into such uneven shards

days passed and I did not care

to check the misusage

now my skin burns

drips feverish droplets

and my stomach turns with the

opening closing gullet

trapping each escaped truthlet

in sticky revision

laid up I pass my knu...

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Muddle Puddle

Eyes and lips
which
blossom from your carved face,
sugar skull, sherbert fizz.
To Mr, from Mz,
we really wanted to fuck this.
Turned my brain insane,
my tongue inside
out.


Caught in fog,
in haze, like cloudy lemonade;
a gaze, let's misbehave.
Infatuated,
I won't make it.
Too intense:
this forever pretence,
can't do more pretend.
Beg.

 

Take a hot hit,
bit by bit,
I got...

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the golden ratio (2+2=5)

I spent the night of the crash speaking to Morpheus 

Telling him how your bones rattled 

Not like the psithurism of the trees in winter 

But like a hessian sack full of river smooth rocks 

Not tectonically, nothing as monumental 

But like sticks brittle from frost 

A personal earthquake 

Marrowed pins pushing through your beautiful sack of organs 

 

I told him how in the...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

see, saw, seen, sworn | though we kneel before you like a child | shoot out the lights (haiku) |

these winter days

when the sun
hating the cold dark mornings
hits snooze on the alarm three times
crawls out of bed grumbling
about stiffness in the joints
damp, a bunged-up nose,
is a bear with a sore head
till the coffee kicks in
last of the milk and the motivation

queues at the bus-stop in the rain
with the other heavenly bodies
doesn’t get a seat – again –
Mercury chattering on her mobile
about w...

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seasonssunwinter

Things I'll Never Tell You

You're exasperating sometimes. 
You can be obsessive and it can be annoying. 
I sometimes get annoyed at you for no reason.

I get upset when you imply that you don't think you're handsome. 
Because you are. 
Sometimes I worry that you don't really care about me.
That you're only with me to make me feel better. 
Because I've had that before.
Sometimes I think I don't deserve you. 
Becaus...

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Fires Of Anger

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Fires of anger

Consume my soul, burn me up

A self induced hell

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The Moonlight Hours

We'll no more pass the moonlight hours

by the riverside,

or share a silence as we stroll

beneath the colonnade.

 

Or shelter take from sudden showers,

or watch the settling tide,

or lie still when we moments stole

in some forgotten shade.

 

Those tender days, of light and shade -

the fading summer stole,

and so we'll no more pass the moonlight hours

by the ri...

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the moonlight hours poem chris laverty

SATELLITE OF LOVE

On December 14th the 1st anniversary of SATELLITE OF LOVE is happening at The Greenbank Pub in Easton Bristol. Poetry and Spoken Word from ANGIE BELCHER, MATT DUGGAN, MELANIE BRATON AND TIM BURROUGHS

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