WHERE IS WALES

 Where is Wales in this library

 Between wooden shelves

 Or sitting obediently

 With more confident

 Bulkier neighbours

 Is she leather bound

 Or plastic covered.

 Is she hiding quietly

 In the reference section

 Grimacing silently

 At teenagers

 Playing with phones

 Holding chewing gum

 Conversations.

 Or is she at the de...

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all went smoothly as our spacecraft made touchdown

the night was bleeding

distant hills etched in mystery

Gregory went first

then Maitland

and I watched them lumbering

heard the thin pleading note of voices

through the helmet

"wow, just like I thought it would be!"

"Sure is, same thought as mine!"

Mars unblinked, its channels escaping.

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To a special friend

It’s over now, can’t you see?

There’s no more left for you and me.

We tried and we worked

We fought and we cursed.

We reached a stalemate and got stuck on a loop.

I can’t be your pillar, your friend or your hope.

We crossed paths, we loved.  There’s no more to say.

We can’t spend our whole life tied up in this way.

Youth is to be spent and p...

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3Write is a new free monthly writing event at the heart of the local community in Ashton-under-Lyne. It takes place every first Saturday at Ashton Library starting at Noon on Saturday 5th March, and is open to people of all ages and abilities.

The premise is 3 themes per session, and 3 styles of writing per session. We then 3Write. With the growing spoken word scene in Tameside (with big p...

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The world is a merry go round

A roller coaster on rocky ground

The day is coming for a new born celebration

An explosion of love and good vibrations

A child of mine has lit the flame

Her life will never again be the same

Hey up grandad what’s the story?

Hold your head high and bathe in the glory

A miracle has occurred haven’t you heard

Confirmed conception that’s the wor...

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The gravy train is getting worried . Because the source  could be drying up . After years of indulgence and having their way , there are lots of people who now want a say . Their lives have been taken by Austerity being made to forget all there dreams . These fat cats have indulged in the gravy train , whilest the British are suffering it seems . Our human rights have been taken away , by country'...

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If one pulls
A sheep astray
The flock is sure
To move that way.

To fish in a troubled water
De-constructing history
Thwart we could
The old social fabric of unity
And create we shall
A generation
Suffering a crisis of identity!

“Ask me not why
They are better than
My  peers and I
Also sensitize me not to deny,
What I see with my naked eye!
In attire,grooving,life style ,
Cosme...

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The Jewish question hangs between us
I note the flinch in the eyes.
But do not understand why.

Perhaps it is the imagined assumption
that she might rise as smoke: too.

And so we back-peddle, for the brake.
And, talk of semi-colons
and grammatical Latinate imposition.

As if the bundled faggots of law
might extricate, an ill judged word.

How careful all speech must be
when thought...

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Shoved

Pushed

Locked out

Looking in

At you

Holding

The mortice

Key

Swinging

Side to

Side

Held by

A very

Dirty

String

Hypnotised

Missed you

On your

Tip toes

Grasping

Puckering

Lips

Unravelling

Steel

Un-hinges

Until lips

Smack

The ground

Now

I

See

I

Didn't hear a sound  

I........

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When you lit that cigarette

The bones of me shuddered,

The blood in me halted.

What I wouldn’t do for you to light my flame with your lips....

Because I’ve had men tell me that my lipstick tastes of petrol,

That my mouth lights fires,

That my tongue causes explosions

And of course, that opening my legs is the best way to put a fire out.

But this fire begins at you...

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Woo, woo let’s go,

Hey, hey, hey

Aerobics on Pier 1,

Not on the sidewok,

You sit and eat your big bureedo

I can’t do this right now

Like, I’ve gotta see my therapist,

I’m on the sidewok right now,

Eating my big bureedo on the sidewok

With all that land of the free, home of the brave

Madness, fear, eyes closed pretend end

If you really close your eyes tigh...

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Peacetime made him a stranger

To a life that had been denied;

Returning to unknowing city...

Quiet town and countryside.

Peacetime made him nervous,

Despite being a warrior before;

Now changed beyond all understanding

By what he had met in war.

Peacetime brought its own fears

And new battles to be won,

With fervent prayers that what he'd known

Would not b...

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Recall through the face at the door

that saturday morning one solid blank

grey window, scrubbed slab

beyond, several feet and more

laid the catapult, a pointed edge

from a distant acre fed, wind-side.

The concentric pattern in velvet

curtain brushed my hand as I reached

to turn and swing, oiled lock routine

the knives of cold the comfort

between the welcome and rain

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Thought of texting you

And share entirety

Even and odd

Stored in self-shelf

To soothe its wounds and cuts

Asking your commitment

And its validity

Handful “ifs” and worried “buts”

Fueling my anxiety

Abbreviated connotations

Of “goodnight” and “take care”

Emoticons against

Clenched flare

Cheery “whats up”

was answered in snubbed “nothing”

Seems ...

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Would it be

Would it be nice to see the morning

With the one you love the most

Would it be nice to say "Good Night"

to the one you hold so close

Would it be nice to hold someone

So dear in your heart

Would it be nice to hear those words

"I Love You" from the one that you love

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Aging tulips bow their

Crisp oxblood heads

Like dying embers

An elegant silver blade

Anxiously points toward

The obsidian window

Frail with disappointment

I stagnate by the sink

An inert phantom

Surrounded by walls.

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My disease is rampant. How dare I plead for mercy, when there, innocence lies, asleep in the crib?

My corruption on the floor, at war with itself, all night, disturbing sleep, and dreamless sleep.

The endless nights, redundant. Offensive life, that keeps me trapped inside myself, an animal, caged within.

The soul looks out this dirty window, screaming, still inaudible.

Someone hea...

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stop touching me!

and we watch

and

then touch.

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Change 

What a night 

changed my whole perspective 

tiny square piece of paper

dissolves on my tongue 

hours of deep thought 

time filled with colors and laughter 

the world is big 

mean 

unforgiving 

I’m just a kid 

someday I’ll have to wear a suit like my pop 

pay the tax man 

vote 

stand the picket line 

I just wanna get laid 

drink beer 

...

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(You can see that I'm on to a winner)

I’ll tell you a true story and I think you’ll find it funny.

I’d gone into the bookies where I often part with money.

I fancied a quick flutter as occasionally I do

On the Referendum we’ll soon have on the EU.

Although I’ll vote for “STAY” myself, cos that’s what I believe

I rather think the stupid British will decide to leave.

And ha...

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Colourful tapestry banners cloth weaved words

embroided in a wealth of creativity

Write Out Loud contribute their poetry

stories endorsed by needle and thread

the endless search Heart of Stockport

many are found not just one.

Unpicked:Restitched an exhibition at Stockport Art Gallery

The rich heritage of Stockport now till the 22nd March.

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An infinite amount of colors and I chose one.
To be wrapped in gauze and done.
Left to hang for some time now,
To open like a caccoon and dropped to the floor.

From there I soar and soar
Down
Until my feet have met the ground.
And here I see a marvel to behold, golden gates to what waits behind a massive wall.

I draw near to get a better look,
Golden gates open with a brown wooden b...

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when you are hurt

emotionaly or physicly

when you put up with everything

because it is the easy way out

when you return battered and bruised

feelings hurt, ego lowered

you start to say is ok

becuase you arnt worth any thing more

it stops now

i stuck up for you

what do i get in return

nothing

the moment i speak up

the day i stop putting up with it

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Its life that we live,die & sustain,
All we can see are the puppets behind curtain.
I was searching in the ocean of darkness,
All I got was creatures with harshness.

But I think I've found someone like me ...!!

I bind my self with stubborn rule,
which is as crazy as any bull.
cause I am surrounded by ruthless thieves,
who stole my life and gave me only griefs...
I got cheated with dag...

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Am I suppose to be first or last,, do we really have a purpose or is life just chance,

thinking of the time when I was young and now addiction is what I become,

Running around like all I need is fun, but all I want is a life of love,

Broken faith, fear and rage, cigarettes butts and liquid with nasty taste,

Time goes by,

And the more I waste,

Sitting here in this empty place,

...

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The midnight moon mirrors in her immaculate eyes,
Portraying reflections of thruths of which I am already aware,
Illuminated by moonlight her flawless features astonish my mind,
My own deception upon my love for amative feelings I bare

Body and soul posessing unfathomable beauty,
In which my conscience is unable to manifest,
Her appeal to thine eyes is accompanied by continuity,
For I lon...

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Maybe I should, 

       because like a hooker

You suck 

You sucked my sole

       and you can surely suck my silicone

You enjoying that entirely too much for my comfort.

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Eric is an intern, yes he’s doing this for free
headset wrapped around hot ears
counting all the crates of beers
ripped jeans show his puny knee.

Backstage riders take the piss!
Clipboard says an item’s amiss
The schedule’s tight; he’s been up all night
Too late to get it to the concert site!

Budgets are exceeded; the helipad’s all booked
Dressing rooms are ready; just hope it’s overl...

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She crouches in the British Museum,

Cowering shyly from visitors come

To admire her there, warily bathing,

And startled without a stitch of clothing.

Covering her blushes as best she can,

With her arms and hands strategically placed;

Staring as they progress,

Wandering on their pedestrian plan

Pensively pausing as they fondly faced

This beautifully sculpted Roman goddess...

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He took out his pen,

He put it to paper.

He ran out of ink,

Writing his name.

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The fizz, the ghostly drag
invisible hands guiding these wanton bodies
I feel my compass spin
drawn in endless circles

Can I claim it as the artist’s curse
the love for new adventure
the pleasure of magnetic hearts
freshly spinning so close to us
whipping the iron filings of our creativity
into some explosive blur
a manifest black energy

But is it a curse at all
the thrill of the c...

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I try not to question my humanity

and let me be damned,

but I’m not the killing type.

Only sometimes

I want to put out someone’s eyes

press them in or pluck them out

like the clear plastic baubles from a lifeless doll.

Like a force majeure,

rip the bricks from walls

watching architecture crumble and tumble

the relics of a past age fall,

flutter like shredded b...

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x
when I could feel her apprehension about her midriff,
Id have her walk up to me, cradle her hips
and rest my forehead on where her ribcage ends,
sinking in between the movement of her breath and breast
as she soothed the scars where the barcode used to be,
feathering nails at the nape of my neck
x
those scars and stretch marks id kiss better
x
as we'd both shudder, creak, and moan soft...

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A shade of tear in my eye

& they say I am meek!

A thousand broken pieces in my heart

& they say I am weak!

No, don't take my shoes..they are my skin,

Go find me a burial,

I gotta search the Gods!

To all the heros you have...

You have failed in saving mankind,

Nature is not into marvels or animes!

I dream of superpowers...to save myself,

The world of betraying belie...

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Love is Tolerance

Forget Romance 

Roses and Rum.

Forget sympathetic Sex.

LOVE IS TOLERANCE!

WOL, SALE, February, 2016,

Challenge:  5-minutes - 14 words ; Subject: LOVE

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I pull you out 
Smoothing your creases 
Lying you flat so I can 
Fill you with 
A sweet mixture of guilt 
And poison
There's artistry in my fingers
As I roll you expertly
(From years of practice)
Along your length
Into the shape I desire
I lick your edges 
Firmly sealing you with a feather like touch
I place you lovingly between
My lips
Flicking the flame 
That will bring you to li...

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safety deposit boxes in the sky
must i
safety deposit boxes in the sky
wish i could live the life in a safety deposit box in the sky
a capital flight commodity
a ghost of spaceships float satellite moscows and beijings
qatar to our city rich kids
wall to ceiling ceilings hang ceiling to ceiling floors
i shall set my controls for the heart of this rabbit hole
the dead cat bounce on the roc...

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Mary Ann Duignan was the daughter of Francis Duignan of Edenmore in Ballinamuck where she grew up, and Ann Grey of Mohill in Leirtim. From a poor background she would rise – or fall as we may see it! – to being one of the biggest conwomen of her time, who would call herself the “Queen of Crooks”, in time though, the law caought up with her and she died in poverty and obscurity. She was th...

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What are you searching for?
Are you running blind?
Do people need to read your love quotes for what you have to say?
Will it really change their lives?
Why do you need to change their lives?
What makes you so special?
We all feel hurt 
We all feel happiness
We all find happiness and feel hurt differently
Wine is great
How do we relate?
We don't need to force ourselves to relate
We do h...

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I'm not sure when I started divorce proceedings
against myself
told him to get out 
we're through, of all those false promises and lies.
Your ability to crush a butterfly 
and complain it bit your hand.

I'm not sure I can stay with you..
til the bitter end
I suppose...
I could take us down a notch or two 
and just try to be 
friends

(from seam less FB)

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I was asked for a free translation of "Ubi caritas" (http://www0.cpdl.org/wiki/index.php/Ubi_caritas )

As friendship fills our meeting-place,
Jesus is here;
he dwells in every friend's embrace,
each smile sincere,
rejoicing in the love we share.
Wherever love is, God is there.

As friendship fills our meeting-place
Jesus brings peace.
Divisions heal, and by his grace
Arguments cease.
...

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For those interested, the IWFYAT afternoon poetry reading sessions on March 26th / April 9th have been subjected to a slight tweak: they will run from 3.30 - 4.30 PM, not 4 - 5 PM as originally scheduled. 

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I am alone, tonight I died

no one cared

Mind in the agony of solitude

paranoia schizophrenia 

No, agony of a distant hurt

Not so, in the past, maybe not

I could see clearly once

Now I see nothing!, death and nothing

my doom is beyond any resolution 

a dark fog, a lull mist 

So frightened,I cannot see beyond

Hear a distant song, reminder of when

Reminder of then

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I lay my head back

Cupped behind my hands

My eyes fixed

My mind wanders

And the day slides

Into being

A distant dog barks

Its demand for attention

And light fills the room

The mist pushed back

The sun proclaims its presence

And I lie in perfect repose

At peace with self

With the world

For just five minutes

Before it starts again

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Lent, Lending, Fear and Favour

I am what I am and I’m living,

I do what I want when I can,

I’m here as the son of this nation,

I’m wholly the whole son of man.

I’ll wear what I want, nothing formal,

No tie and no iron in sight,

Odd socks and always with trainers,

And jeans that are really too tight. 

Bright fluffy dice in my windscreen,

An air horn to s...

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The stream becomes the river

The river becomes the sea

And the rain that washes over me

Washes into the sea.

For you are my rain,

My river and my stream

And I am the fisherman

Who loves you in his dreams.

So when I wake I’ll hold you

And take away your pain

Love can wash the pain away

Like dust in the pouring rain.

The stream becomes the river

...

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Mouth melting eyes brightening

Blue lightening lost in a star spun moment

Milk white shoulders

Longing and wronging

 Breathing kisses across alabaster warm folding

Night hidden beneath a winter tree

Mars and moon

Red to silver exchanging glances

Lust for love weaving a dream deceiving

Scheming into nowhere stealing one from another

Beggars and thieves

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Crisp and swift the north wind blows
Leaving only a note before she left long ago
He cried for days and had no words to explain
Spoke to mother.

Crisp and swift the north wind blows
Spring came, mom called saying this might be silly 
Son, I need your help to plant these bulbs; he mutters really? 
Planting bulbs with his mother

Warm and sweet the south wind blows 
He first glanced upon...

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I’m just trying to write

by practicing honest non-fiction

to find words in my mind

at best a close but weaker diction

to the best

that little writer is blessed

put him to the test

De La Rocha

he’ll coach ya

how to Rage Against the Machine

and get out of the fiction scene

put out for us by the vulture’s

big-media-pre-washed-culture

If you’re reading and t...

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I can see her sparkling eyes

Glowing with care and lot of love

She walked past me as an angel on fleet,

Is the same day I made her angel of my life!

She is like a cool morning breeze

With her hair like an unruffled stream.

And when I look at her beautiful face

The world around seem so insignificant.

It is her voice that make me live

The moments with her, a beau...

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No Intellect of Mine

     I am not so terrible,

I am not what you call ‘twisted,’

     But I am disturbed,

I am touched by so much pain

That in some way,

     I can only recognise it as love,

For love is not all roses and chocolates,

That’s if I am to believe those

Whom have wielded the whip!

     Frightening!

So frightening I do not

Inflict so much pa...

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Wishing for a mother

One that hasn't left me bare

One that hasn't stolen my money

One that has great hair

One whose kisses make you feel loved

One who doesn't judge

One who supports your mistakes and one that shares your heartbreaks

One that doesn't drink herself to sleep

One that doesn't make you weak

I wish for a mother that held me when I cry

With a gentle head r...

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High up in my nest

King of all that I survey

Bedded down up on the crest

Watching carefully for my prey

Breathing slowly, breathing deep

Find that inner peace

Ready to inflict the eternal sleep

The provider of the final release

Lying and waiting for the go-ahead

Anticipation of the Green-light

The difference between alive o...

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My lovely Cleopatara! your eyes

Were deep-lit jewels of Paradise

Your hair a swift, sleek flow of sheeny jet

Your lips, soft ruby pillows laid for dream.

Your breasts twin, mystic, desert temples set

To guard the impassioned royal heart between.
 

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Awoke troubled from a crazy dream felt so real

Feels like something ain't right here and that's not fine with me 

Clothes shelter food smalls lennon hicks 

Why's does hidden knowledge exist?  

Does reality need saving? 

Amen Ra 

Check you're facts worship false idols 

Act popular. Mod cons. Goodbye nice try 

Spiralling out of control 

Thanks giving in isolation 

Wrote...

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She whispers an aberration,

with mouth of soot stained metal.

Pointing out deluded self-doubt,

muzzling lies with targeted fire.

Seizing breath without sound,

at least four Turks and a Russian

With little or no repercussion.

Synapsed heart from sharp to steel.

Drinking shots after taking shots,

murdering time as it flies fast home,

past window of his decamped rea...

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It’s so nice to receive your greeting,

From so far away,

I’ve often felt you tickle,

As Earth and Moon do play.

But I suppose cus you’re mostly constant,

And tugging at my feet,

It’s easy to ignore you,

And not feel your heavy beat.

You make such a big impression,

Fine grains in vast clouds you entrap,

And enormous globes entwine and swirl,

At your magic ...

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Life must be held suspended in a glance

That moves backwards, forwards, holding

Your life together, ceaselessly

Reminding that you are

Something; this thing.

You stop looking: You fall

From a vacant gaze

Into vacant skies

Or even less.

That time is now and truth outside

You can assent to abstractly,

Obstinately,

While the watchman in your eyes

Patro...

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So is the unyielding weight of the world,
But a symbol of our own demise,
Binding us to the planet on which we walk,
Keeping us far from the reach of the skies.

Though, if we so choose to drop what we hold,
And see how it's caused us much pain,
The way may be shown, if our spirits were grown,
And we'd let go and dance in the rain.

(If we stay on our path of comfort and ease,
And conti...

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Another one of those nights

It's 3am and we're still screaming

I try to hold them back

But the tears they just keep streaming

We hurt each other for no reason

Just to be the last to get a word in

I don't want to do this anymore

But refuse to be the one who gives in

Until I can't take it anymore and cry...

Baby take that back

I know you don't mean it

But i...

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My words sometimes flow
Like a torrent, Like a sieve
Hope to inspire

Spring weather
It's not too cold, it's not to hot
It's January

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Like a fish outa water a were

When I went to America

Strollin down the Walk of Fame

Tryin not tu step ont Stars' Names

When a went to America

Meetin Charlie Chaplin

Oh wot a to do

An im from Batman

Cant remember is name; can you?

When a went to America

Oh that massage parlour; wot a palarva

Think ad teken a wrong turnin somehow

A was such a silly cow

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black lines under her eyes

tear stained pillow by the end of the night

and the smell of his cologne

lingering in the air for only a fraction of a second longer

she waits 

painfully

for the day that she can let go and run

out of the dark mass some call heartbreak

when she can faithfully proclaim

that she will start the next day

and end it with a dry pillow in sight

...

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SMILE

Can You Smile
Light
in
Here

Make
it
Bright
While Eyes Still Groggy

No One
Not One

Ever Been
This Close
 Before
And
Still Smiling

Which

Was Your Signature
Beauty Mark
Lingering Fragrantly
 About You

Set Clocks Back
Once Again
Seemed They Were Done
For Good
This Time Ticking

Yet

Wind Whispers Memories
of
Your Smile

                      ...

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The demons swim where no one sees,

But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,

Instructions so inlawful and oblique,

Heard by no one except from me.

I see the word guilt but what does it mean?

Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,

No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,

A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.

Is it too late to say sorry now that the...

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In a bitter late winter’s light

On a smoggy backdrop of the sun’s goodnight

Score of arcade pop and sirens sound

Cameras clicking and public astound

Consume the scene, they flock, they swarm

The show is now and now they perform

Like cooling tea in morning sun

They stroke the surface then swirl up as one

Tiny fibres, they vibrate the same

The silent mu...

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I thought I was strong

When I came across you

Lying dead in a car

And a crowd looking on

I thought I would say

‘Out of the way

she needs CPR’

I thought I would say

'Let me have a go'

I thought I would

Step up to the plate

Be calm and collected

And bring you back,

Let you fight fate

You looked so fine

No mark, just slumped

Eyes closed, ...

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Laced in memories
There was a love hidden here
Trampled under
old newspapers
Buttoned down
Inbetween Stations.

A beauty laid low
Separated by the past
Drifting across
Winter coloured hills
Freckled in a shellshocked
Fading sunlight.

There was a tenderness
Blowing open mouthed
Crumbling across time
Reflecting how much
They would have
Once been in love.

Colouring in the sky
...

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Years

Stacked up

Sentinel like

A wall of defeat

On every side

Watching

Me

Microscopic me

Dictated to by giants

Running

The mouse on the wheel

No destination

A thirty year chasm is inside me

Ever famished

Its mouth is wide open

Wanting my surrender

Waiting for dominance

But......

A tiny crack has shown up

In the dam that holds back my future

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Another day dawned,

The sunbeams wrenching Lucille back into the land of the living.

A groan, a stretch and a chance fart heralded the day,

As the dust fairies spread their wings.

She reached for her stick,

Briefly recalling that Henry always used to bring it to her

Before he'd shuffled off,

One last time,

Fifteen months ago.

It hadn't been the first time he'd ...

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Oh Night

How beautiful and calm

Wind blowing ever so gently and sweet

Rubbing against my  cheeks with so much comfort

Looking up above

Stars shinning ever so bright

Though a million miles above

Stil so near.

For a moment darkness feels friendly

With fear of the unknown

Knowing for sure in a moment

The break of dawn

You only last for a while

No ...

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Being homeless is not very nice,

To the people who pass you by,

They don't think twice.

They think you are a thug,

Spending what little money you have on drink and drugs!

You're not like that at all,

Just down on your luck, no-one to break your fall.

All you can do is sit in the shop doorway out on the street,

Begging for spare change for something to drink and eat.

Thin...

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The Prelude to the weekend

where people drink till the wee hours of the night

hoping to finally take flight away from the stress of the past three days.

Knowing that these moments never last forever

that is why families stay tighter than leather.

fly under any weather.

Distance is obsolete when it comes to this family

varying directions we may be in our lives,

yet when we r...

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Faces are dull, lamps are lit, 
The room is black and I am alone, 
Dreaming something but reality is different, 
I don't know what's going to happen 

I didn't know what will I do 
Stand upon the stool
Or see in a mirror like a fool, 
But I said to myself, 'I have to be cool'

Nothing seems to be different, 
As I follow the same me, 
I have no difference nor glee in me.

Everyone has...

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One day her heart turned black,

It was tired of the rain,

Tired of the same echoes from different voices,

Illustrations, 

Same jokes,

Different faces,

He looked at the phone,

Screaming like a tired child,

Remembering his wife 

He stared at the ceiling,

lonely hotel room,

His heart was black 

It was tired of being left,

Same lines,

Different faces,

His h...

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Coffee for Two

the coffee shop overfilling and ringing

with mirth and memorable conversation,

floating and finding ownership in the

crooks and crannies of the enclosed room.

no longer smoke but steam.

spent words between friends and strangers alike.

the aloneness cuts through and slices

the moments like a dark dagger cutting

through the thick fog offered up by the

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Books are word art

Word art stimulates imagination

Word art can be borrowed

Libraries are word art borrowing facilities

Libraries are word art storage facilities

Libraries are precious

Word art is precious

People require access to borrowing centres

Prevent word art resource centre reduction

Reduction imposes non-access

Non-access creates non-inclusiveness

Non-inclu...

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And the leaves of fall in a grand tree wither down

The wind howls and one by one whisks the leaves away

They become frail and turn brown

Darkness covers the sky and the land like a heavy gown 

Sunshine tries to seep through the clouds but the sky is still grey

And the leaves of fall in a grand tree wither down

The water comes flooding and the tree might drown

Some fo...

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The headache wasn’t the worst of it.

The police came,

A young constable smirking  - openly.

What had he done?

What had they done?

Countdown to the Big Moment.

Ticking bomb

Exploding in a frenzy of confetti.

What had he done?

What had she done?

A dream in a froth of white

Floating around,

Music pulsing through clinging couples.

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The nearly men

I am one of the nearly men
Never quite the best
Not really of the crowd
Not quite one of the rest.
You see us in every photograph
When the prizes are handed out
Making up the numbers yet
Never standing out
For we nearly men and dreamers
Just stand back and allow
The doers and the action men
Their triumphal bows.
We feed our children humour
And tell them it’s no disgr...

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Sugar mouth

Sweetness spread from ear to ear

Setting off the hummingbird

singing in its rib cage

Or that dirt eating feeling

when you're not here

 Comfort is curling arms around your neck 

creating a lovers tie

Nobody ever made me feel beautiful

til I caught my reflection in your eye

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Everything, everything you gave my soul was sorrow
chimes of silence fill my melancholy,
among tears the naked word
lets its moan be heard...

Each tear has its scar,
each word ingratitude
Is this crucifixion or is love salvation?

The bitterness of all is your sordid ruthlessness,
the remoteness, where there is nothing,
just a corpse in my bed;
the sight of your wretchedness increases...

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He took  his knees unto the floor.

A dark man,

Nervous by the words of his first harvest

And his body moved like fresh grapefruits

Juicy with pips

For a First Dawn had come.

And he did sweetly breathe upon the babe’s head

And kissed its newborn eyelids,

Fallen like dark purple Lilacs of a full moon in mauve

Upon this little face

Heavy set in sleep.

He blew the...

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Hideous smelly grey draylon 

Commode removed 

Cumbersome tubular metal hoist

With hammock swing

Vanished 

Pink water filled sponges

On lollipop sticks discarded

Zimmer frame and

Wheelchair passed on 

Medical paraphernalia withdrawn 

Without trace 

Around the room

Voices still echo

Distant near far away 

Shadows flicker around me

Coldness crawls on ...

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My place has leaves and mold, 

cracked paint, stale wood and curtains that sway.

As dawn brings a new day, my place hums with prayers,

smells of incense, and looks like sunshine.

My place has cherry floors, upon which when I place my cheek, a chilly warmth spreads through my body.

My place is rickety-rackety with family - 

the laughs of my grandma

the corny jokes of my grandpa

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The Making Of A Worker.

The lorry tips its rubble

On the road outside our house,

the privet hedge engulfed

in a primordial cloud of dust,

it drives away in chugging glee

having spilled its heavy load

and we stand and watch it go

as the carbon mountain settles.

The sergeant-major father

barks his orders at the troops

and our little hands clasp tight

the...

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The poetry club that I started with Line Thomsen and with help from John Hassell is 10 years old today.

What's been said about Y Tuesday

Y Tuesday March 2012, reviewed by Paul Tims.

Y Tuesday Reviewed.

By Paul Tims.

“Number three: Poseidon is Morrissey,” said Kevin Rienhardt, before launching into his poem about travelling into Cornwall on a ferry and facing the fury of a stormy sea...

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Hello folks,

I now have my first collection of poetry almost ready to self-publish based on my 1990's poems and rants etc.  The dilemma is this:  Do I publish it as 45 poems (to symbolise my age and 20 yearssince I began writing poetry, which has developed since then)?  Or (becasue create space paperback print of demand retail at around £7.99) do I go for it and put everything I've got int...

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Some people hold on to memories they never had and feelings they never felt, just to justify their existence. To all of them I say: cry when u have to, and leave depression to those with wounded souls.

                                                                                           Chino.

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I imagine you in the low-slung bough of a giant tree

it’s skin smoothed by the weary backs of those that came before

There you rest, telling the time only by the cooling of the day

I see the beach with a carpet of fine white-sand

a warm sea rushes to meet your feet as you idle by

and a balmy breeze touches your shoulders with its breath

I hear an engine distant and movi...

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