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Playful Day

Today I've been the doctor, a patient and a nurse.

I've been a funny bunny, and I've read some 

children's verse.

I've also took my turn to sit in the dentist's chair.

Then I was a hairdresser and cut my daughters hair.

I wanted to hear some Bolan, but played nursery

rhymes instead.

Then we searched for the cat, who was hiding under

the bed,

But then I got a little tired...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

Sadness | Hillsborough Dads (a Fathers Day poem) | Lady Luck | Patience | Winter Chill | The Decaying Picture of Justice | Concorde (for Muhammad Ali) |

CAMBRIAN RAILWAY

Outdoors we stumbled through ragged spaces

through castaway inaccessible lonely places

as if, just as if

Wales the museum had opened its doors

to reveal its Cambrian railway

stripped of purpose

a fallacy, a castaway fantasy

a graveyard of distance like

the thoughts of dead dogs

unleashed to our gaze.

 

A platform attended by bush and stump

fell for the rapacious...

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Also by ray pool:

PRISON WALL | A TRAIL OF SNAILS | THE HAUNTING | WHEELTAPPER ON THE SNCF 1962 | MANTRA | SURROGATE MOTHER | CLASS DISTINCTION | A CAUTIONARY TALE | MA SHARIA AMOUR | LIFE BY RAIL | THE PALACE BALLROOM CHATTERIS(currently for sale leasehold) | THE MIMIC | A FRIEND IS WAITING | INDUSTRIAL WASTELAND | THE PAINT KETTLE | THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE | AT WATFORD GAP | SACRIFICIAL WINE | SOUTHERN COMFORT | IMAGINE |

railway nostalgia

Porcelain.

Whispers traveled the corridors,

Anxiety filled the air -

And there in the corner, she lay

As fine as a porcelain,

With skin as cold as ice.

 

Nobody dared to approach

But anyone could see,

The pills that lay nestled -

Within the palm of her hand.

 

And in the midst of all the tension,

The silence seemed to overwhelm -

Those who looked on wanted to run,

Th...

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Also by angi largatzis:

Aimlessly. | If Time Had Stopped. | Grips of Depression. | Black Dahlia. | The Imposer. |

Deathsuicidedepressionfreedom

Love has a timeless appeal

A faded rose
Retains its
Fragrance for the nose!

At a train station
Something exemplary
Drew my attention
I saw an old man
Kissing his aged wife
"Love of my Life!"

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

You too will be a victim | A kickback is not expected! | It could buy the priceless life | A Genuine Friend(Revised) | Loss amplifies the merit of the missed |

love life marriage

2010. New job. New government.

2010. New job. New government.

 

How can you raise kids that are in good health when you don't see the lies that you're selling to yourself? 

 

I was head of Art and I got noticed

Within a year I got promoted

Faculty leader of creative skills

This is the part where it really kills

Building them up from deep rock bottom

With jealousy aimed at the job I'd gotten

A job t...

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Also by Matt:

We're off to Never never land - Paracetamol, cucumber sandwiches and the lost rent boy Version 2 |

My Humble Opinion

 

I'll give you pretty words someday 

Instead of the usual gloom

 

I know it's not much to ask

for lines about flowers and lovers 

instead of crashes and empty holes 

 

I'm sorry for writing what's in my head 

How much longer can we turn out shit about 

our suicidal, drug addicted, miserable lives

 

before the world says "who gives a fuck?" 

too late

 

...

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Also by Alexandra Lorenz:

Before the Deluge | Repetition | Memory | Driven | No words | Beams of Light | Professional fuck up | Coffee Shop revision | The Observer | Coffee shop | Exhaustive Energy | Plain faces | Quite enough | Certified insanity | Morning Conversation | Growing pains | Where the pavement crumbles | The First | On the Fly | Impulsive |

Ode To A Holiday Rep

Court shoes on, navy blue
Polished to perfection,
No other colour shoe will do
They're subject to inspection.

Hair pristine, smiley doors
Clipboard held up high,
Ready for the airport wars
All reps standing by.

First arrivals jostle through
"Are you my rep" they say
I am indeed, how do you do
Let's start your holiday.

On the coach, grumpy faces
Another long delay
Airline losing...

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silly rhyme

Hiking

Grabbing our heavy gear for the hike of the day
Making sure we have drinks to quench our sweaty thirsts
Exploding on the trails, our steps are full of bursts
Finding that the black flies are avoiding today

As I grab her hot hand to guide her through the trap
I can't let go of it, as I plant a wet kiss
Her response positive and I nibble her bliss
Trailing her loving thighs, spreading by my...

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Also by Louis Audet:

Vacation | Kindness | Journey | Dare | My City | Her First Kiss | Red Velvet | Relate | Red Crabs | Fly on the wall | Seduce | Explosion | Old Man | Online | Smile | Farewell | Fairytale | Blow | Silvana | Larry | The Champ | Teddy Bear | Pool | Ocean | Tree | Perfect Imperfections | Drive | Fishing | Dance | Island Girl | Under the Stars | Plus One | Bubble Bath | Beach | Panther | Castle | Daycare |

adagietto

nothing sums up the inherent sadness of the world like mahler

he seemed to just ‘get it’, whatever it was

listen to symphony no. 5 and he could be sound tracking a million of our minor breakdowns

a thousand broken hearts

a hundred heroes lost to war

a dozen dry men down to their last pennies

or a single drowning child

sometimes i think it’s just me and mahler that can see how ...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

gas | Howl 2016 | prowess (found) | twilight | elska | into the tears of god | scouse | fuck off summer haiku | fight | anxiety tanka | canvas | change | write/right | poem | lord i wish it wasn't so | life | tripping balls with billy shakespeare | (closure | knead/kneel | the only poem i will ever write about you | the gospel according to logic |

Humanity-in the end!

Funny sometimes how life proceeds,

Tangled emotions control our deeds,

Selfish, proud, lust and greed,

Discriminate, misjudge, materialistic in-deed!

 

Control the mind, the evil within

Desire is the cause of grievance, sin.

Content, with what you have is the key,

Contempt, the downfall of humanity!

Condemn the thoughts that emerge through wrath

Convince the mind, let...

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OUT!

Out with hyperbole...the doom and the gloom,

Just wait and see - and give hope some room.

Are we pale shades of all those who bore us

Who lived through the centuries that existed before us?

With a fierce love of home and indomitable pride

And a history of hard times that can't be denied.

They sacrificed much for the sake of democracy

To ensure it prevailed when threatened by a...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

QUO VADIS? | DAVID LAMMY | CONSIDER THIS | ALWAYS CONSIDER THE ALTERNATIVE | SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO? | CLIPPER | D'YE MIND, OLD PAL? | POEM ON THE EUROPEAN PROJECT-author unknown | SUMMER OF THE SOMME 1916 |

Songs and memories

The song plays but the words are not heard, 

They're lived.

The words are the catalyst evoking emotions,

For some the song is the want of today

WhIle others remember days ago.

But what happens when that one song takes your breath away.

When that song tells a story only 2 know...

The rhythm of crickets and frogs is no match for the rhythm of the heart beat and the harmony of br...

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Also by Robert Williams:

Songs and memories | The wish | Today | You chose | Glass bottom | The lie | Words, Beer and Matches | Restless | New beginnings | Change | Why | The window | No title |

Love is Life

Love is life 

Life is love

Emotional food feeds this starving soul

Life is love

Love is life

How long will we have to try to get it right?

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Also by Suzanne McCoy:

Miss you | Kiss me and go on |

love

The Innocent Guilt

Racked with guilt,

I seek my way.

Through the brightest night

And darkest day.

Through unending hoards

Of but one face,

To a site that exists,

Yet is no place.

 

I call to a friend

I do not know,

He does not speak,

But says ‘hello’.

We do not speak,

Yet talk for hours.

On the sunniest day,

That’s raining showers.

 

At last he leaves,

But doe...

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Here are the people ( Part 1)

Here are the words

Here are the pictures

Here are the stories

Of the people places and things

Of that which is never told

In houses that are filled

Each with their own little drama

One upon another

Stacked in order

Some neat and kempt

Others overrun and exhausted

Across from an avenue

Near the close

In the place they called the street

 

Here are the peo...

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Also by Martin Elder:

A tug of peace and of war | Perfectly formed |

lOVE

The pen I use;
                       The blade you used to decapitate me.
You complete me;
                             the noose around my neck.
My hand shall never rise;

                                        euthanasia
Three ribs to make up enough of you for when I meet you again in the next lifetimes.

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Also by Katleho Morajane:

amalga(in)me |

man

Hands of leather

Softly against my skin

Head of worry

Relaxing on me, again

 

Legs of strength 

tangled at my side

Back bearing all the weight

Of our children and ur bride. 

 

My tongue without words

To express my appreciation

While ur arms cradle me

With unfailing dedication 

 

Traces of hard work

Soaked through ur clothes

Ur body aches

But u ...

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Anger Is A Stone Cast Into A Wasps Nest

Anger Is A Stone Cast Into A Wasps Nest

 

Spreading honeyed words

with a silver knife tongue

in some strange world

where the pollen

is not collected by the bees

but, rather, wasps

who gather in their hives

and plan the traitor stings

that will silence

honest men.

 

The annoying drone,

the caustic buzz,

the honeycomb

of politics

clogged up

by st...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

a peaceful warrior | Xenophobe |

champagne socialistshonest politicsjeremy corbynlabour rebels

Ghosts On The Platform

As the rain falls in the early evening
treading the yellow line, solemnly waiting
a little drunk, a little lonely
all too aware of where I’m not going
haunted by the ghosts littering this platform…

As she draws him in so close to her
he dips his head to accept those smiling lips
begging, O!, they’re beating to be kissed
while phantom hands journey all across her body
curves pushed tight...

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Also by Tom:

These Are Very Fine Memories | Puzzles To Speak After You | Notes From Underground | Storm Chasers | A Love Experience | Bullet Holes In Backyards |

longing

Families

 

those day-in day-out people

with whom

we share our daily bread

to whom

we trust our sleeping hours

from whom

we seek support

believing their words and motives

 

a group of persons

in a pod of inter-dependence

personal value measured

in relation to the unit

employing social arts

deploying survival skills

not much different

from a basic animal p...

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thinking -just thinking

To whom it may concern

To whom it may concern

I'm tired of labels and non labels

I'm tired of unequality

Tired of politics, laws , and all the rules that have come along

Tired of arithmetic where nothing adds up but yet being expected to measure up to something coming from nothing 

In school I was taught the zero has no value, yet most things of this world are at zero

Minimum wage, financial aid, my pa...

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ODE TO BORIS

(I think Boris's buffoon mask has well and truly slipped.  He has shown himself to be a proper self-server.  But it has backfired.  He never thought they would win and now I think he is shitting himself.)

 

Think of all the money we’ll save on those bureaucrat’s excess

With the millions saved from Brexit we shall fund the NHS

And for us

On our campaign bus

Spin like this will bri...

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Also by John Coopey:

RESEARCH | DREAMS AS A SOURCE OF THE MUSE | TINY HANDS | THE GREATEST | "NOT QUITE A FULL SHILLING" |

To love

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Also by Ana Blackwell:

To love | To love |

heartbreakslifeLovemistakesrealityteenagetimetruth

sadness

Embracing sadness
You tell me
It is in your heart
As much as your soul,
 
Unstitching itself
On boat shaped stones
Underneath the pier
Lost in the sunset
 
Absent-minded like
Placing imaginary notes
Wrote in feelings
Across the wind
 
Changing directions
Within second
Swaying wearily
Back up the hill
 
Singing unwritten songs
On the ot...

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Also by Andy N:

Strangers in the Night (Memories of figures above a bookshelf) | Dreaming of a different kind of realism |

Silk Worm

Those river banks were known to me
But, so full of youthful joy was I
That I longed for love and in the gloom
Your exotic beauty caught my eye
 
Dazzled by your salesman's pitch
Your merry jive and empty talk
I followed you, and how you led
Elan and aplomb in your dashing walk
 
The days were filled with pleasant trade
We brought lively banter to a weary road
A perfect team, al...

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Also by David Lindsay:

A Garden Party | Decision Made | The Jolly Merchant Bankers | Wired | Unrefined* | Migration | The Heart | Summer Evenings |

Prompt

Hello Grandad

Hello grandad it’s nice to meet you for the first time

Thank you for being patient with my mum and dad

I have travelled for 9 months to reach my destination

Here I am on planet earth and it's not so bad

On the morn of 24th June 2016 at the hour of 4:50

I made my dramatic entrance into a world brand new

All dazed confused and sleepy is just how I feel

The clock is ticking and...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

Seagull Alarm | Summer by the Sea |

aspirin (06/26/2016)

 A crushed and cracked lead weight, pendulous, tracing the indefinite
suspended in a cage of hollowed, hallowed bones
creaking sockets and brackets , set and reset
desolate
bent, but unbroken
suffering under the manilla skies
of an afterlife, plotted in stakes
white and wooden.
in stakes white and wooden
as we forsake flight we shouldn't.

i am unmedicated
i am unmarked
what a strange...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

styx II (06/18/2016) | bleak (06/15/2016) | snide (06/13/2016) | karaoke 4 (06/08/2016) | unsaved | softer days (06/04/2016) | today in (05/30/2016) |

what a strange living this is

Depression doesn't always come to seize the mind during the darkest hours of the night. 

It can come at 2pm when your laughter with a friend comes to a silent end. 

It can come during your morning shower.

When the hot water, bucketing down from the shower head, hits every strand of your hair; seeping into your skull and melting away the serotonin that fights to stay alive. 

Depression ...

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wrapt

From a far corner, I watched

midnight trickle down the walls

of your final season;

 

the ghosts of Never fled,

 

and chill-thick stillness settled

somewhere back beyond the

sight of earth-born living men--

 

you prayed and somehow

your chaos came

as sure as black does blight--

 

now nothing here may

redeem the path

of discord set to flight.

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Also by nunya:

standing fast | conditioned surrender | identity theft | smatterings of hope | displacement | conversation killer |

If I Died

Financially trapped,

Emotionally trapped,

Socially trapped.

 

It would solve a lot if I died.

 

My pension freed,

To do as you pleased,

Plenty in the pot.

 

It would solve a lot if I died.

 

Marriage vowed redeemed.

No more guilt,

Follow your dreams.

 

It would solve a lot if I died.

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Also by Chrissy R.:

For Everyone else | The Next Victim | Trying to Fall Out of Love | The Seducer | Blind |

This Bastard generation

The dust has settled

On this burnt out land

Wiping up a desert storm of hatred

“Get out of My Land”

 

This bastard generation took it upon themselves

To set fire to happiness

Torch a refugee home

Spit in the face of their neighbour,

 Drilled holes of hatred into their children’s eyes

 

The dust has settled

On this burnt out land

 

The dust had settled …

...

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Also by David R Mellor:

In The Web Of Lies (on the murder of MP Jo Cox) | I Hate the Clotted Creams |

Brexit

Let there be Peace

Let there be peace but not at any price

so games of chance,  rolls of the dice

do not disdainfully dictate like all the rest

that some should rule, some be repressed.

Let lives be counted for their proper worth;

let no human being brought to birth

be sacrificed in vain for wounded pride.

Let not a single man, who died

in conflict, be dismissed as second-rate.

Even the en...

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Brexit

An island again

Back to the edge of Europe

It's not the end of the world

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Yesterday's Dreams

Seeing you in Stockport

slight glance meaning more

shiny sexy blonde hair.

 

Remembering when so brown

running my hands through

caressing every single strand.

 

In yesterdays's hazy dreams

emotionaly drunk never sober

a crazy wild time.

 

How are you hello's?

empty smiles stale conversation

wet lips stay dry.

 

Lost love stays hidden

we say our go...

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Meeting an ex-lover rekndles old feelings but fail

Orchard Park Housing experiment Hull 1960's

Young alive on Orchard Park.
Always dismal sometimes dark.
Watching dogs shit in the street
Paperboy quotas to meet.
Lordly castle thrown up cheap
Two up two down lovers leap.
Two trees to climb keeping fit
One field to play with kids and kit.
Fucking field full of dog shit.


Three blocks of flats
Filled up and run by twats.
Old people shipped quotas to meet

It's like abroad after...

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Also by I'm not a poet:

Stories to tell.. | Banal Repetition... | Drinking was dangerous. | Valparaiso 1980 modern guilt... | Pffffft | Cyentha. Is that really you.... | Hahaha so... WOL is now el Poff. |

Black Day

Black Friday, black dog, black rock 
I am ripped away from you
EU
Bitter pill
Chilled bones
I see black shirts fluttering from the corner of my eye
Is this it?
Our time to take that train journey
That you were fortunately denied

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Swayed On The Knife Edge

I held my breath taut
as she swayed on the knife edge
arms calming dipping, rising
dignified reslilience 
I blew her my love and fell to sleep

as father turned on son

as daughter turned on mother

as neighbour turned on neighbour

as she fell

Rule Britannia?  

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Also by Simon Widdop:

An Open Letter To The Occupant I & II | A Tale Of Reincarnation | Saturday Night Thursday Morning |

hope not hatepolitical poempoliticial poetrypunkpunk poetryreferendum

BREXIT

Please Be Happy . Can you imagin what hope you have brought . To people who have never had wealth . To people who will probably never have wealth . To people who wake in the mornings , thinking where do we go from here . To people who are suffering . When there is so much greed in this world . A hope for children who are abused . Believe you me it's bad . A hope for people who are lonely who never...

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Wound Up | Them And Us |

Renewal

Swing around on your fixed throne of sorrow

Pushing on hardened feet the world away,

Away, let the landscapes slide and disappear

From languid eyes and parched open lips.

Tears have always been ungrounded, you know,

Unhinged like your throne and flowing like your hair,

Falling on newly sun-warmed hips that twist as well

And have no memory of what once seemed so cruel.

Swing...

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drugs cause a backlash

It would be a drunk night under suicide lights I jumped in the pool for a chance to forget those lies instead I felt you run up my brain a rush you told me I looked beautiful with bloodshot eyes. I won't be the first one to call out the danger I'd like to leave it up to my worst behavior.

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Also by Youthfullyxx:

show yourself | feelings cause false images | the love not meant for me |

The poetry of Art Garfunkel

Pimms in the palace gardens

before the concert, sun soaking

the evening crowd, reluctant

to leave their picnics

and champagne for the music.

One half of a famous duo, the one

that arranged the harmonies

but didn’t write the songs.

 

Great reception, nevertheless.

Patience even when he craved

our indulgence  to read a few

so-so ‘prose poems’. Now in his 70s,

e...

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Gone

Would they notice if I was gone.
It sounds just like a country song.
If they did would be relief?
Or anger,grief,or disbelief.
Was I loved before my final rest?
Be nice to know and not to guess.
Would they speak on my behalf?
Would they cry?
Would they laugh?
Or would it be an average day?
Close the box and walk away.
Well I had feelings and a soul.
Even brains,or so I'm told.
I even ...

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Also by A.august:

Drugs stole Dad |

Wishful Thinking

Does hope sleep within your walls?

Is the dessert a blank canvas or a wasteland in your eyes?

Is there a greater height achieved after a fall?

Can there be any truth found within a lie?

Empty streets speak words of wisdom

There’s just no-one around to listen

What you can’t see after the crowds are gone

Are the footsteps of wishful thinking

She said to be strong

I gave a ...

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Also by kimafia Jones:

I Dream of Summer | You |

We can`t say we were never told

STUNNED!

Is the  word
Most
In the minds
Of
Everyone
(Including
Johnson, Gove, I.D.S.,
And even Farage)
 

But when
Our new
Leaders of the fifth
Of the top ten
Economies
In the whole world.
(with 60 million purchasers)
Bid for a return

 

With
The E.U. leaders
Of the fourth, sixth, and eighth
Of the top ten
Economies
In the whole world,
(With 350 million purchasers)

...

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

`Dat old debil consequence` |

So Now We’re Out

So now we’re out, what will we do?

For I don’t know, and nor do you;

When will it be and who will lead?

And all the while we’ve mouths to feed.

Will money still keep coming in?

Or does the hardship soon begin?

Will we all still keep our jobs,

Or unemployment breed great mobs?

Will borders now become secure,

Or will uncertainty endure?

And what of travel? Can we go

...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Inclinata Plumbum | Don’t Buy Any Green Bananas | If | Euro Hocus Pocus | Summer Haibun | Blossom | Ali |

Haiku's a different format?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chilled air
Scatters leaves
Winter

A Mime
Make a rhyme
Hear it?

Anger
Consumes me
Inflicts hell

Stormy
Sea of life
God's there

You bring
Out the best
In me

Poems
Come from heart
Speaks soul

Turn eyes
I'm not here
Homeless

Depressed
With Jesus
Find rest

Happy
Loneliness
Sha...

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Also by Shirley Smothers:

He Is The Greatest | Open Your Eyes |

Haikudifferentformat

but not like that

not like the way that first sunray feels

when it hits your winter-pale skin

not like the contented way you fall asleep

in your hammock

underneath the moonlight

like the saltwater smell in your hometown

or the taste of banana pancakes on the weekends

not like the kick you get

when you snap a perfect picture

not the like the adrenalin that travels through you veins

 whe...

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freewritingpoetry

Just a Man

Just like any man, 
Going through heartbreak.
Just like any man,
Feeling the weight of his mistakes.
Nothing other than a man, 
Who has fallen in love.
Nothing other than a man,
Whose heart cannot be absolved. 
I am a man alone in my bed,
Thinking of you with a sigh.
I am a man alone in my bed,
Crying over the color of your eyes.  

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Manhereyesmistakesheartbreak

A Simply Confusing Thought

Do I think?

I think of things.....all the day

That's what it seems.

But still

I dont think what I think is a 

great thing to think.

And so

I think I don't think.

But then,

Don't I think?

I keep thinking that I don't think.

How can I think I don't think

when I think " I don't think" ?

I need to think.

Still there.....the question remains

Do I think?

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Also by Monami Kundu:

A Wish To Sleep | Mighty Darkness |

Rubies and Diamonds

Rubies and Diamonds

 

To the dreary and the lonely,

To the cautious and the weary,

To the listless and enlightened minds,

Let them hear what my words describe,

Through humble prophets speaks The King,

Who urges and pushes for The Reckoning,

Answer your soul for it is beckoning,

 

Cast away shadows,

Cast away strife,

You must answer your soul,

And answer your ...

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Also by Vicky R.:

The Garden | Phoenix | Sun | Remnants | Sadness Slain | Master and Commander | Sulphur | The Marked Ones | Fracture |

writingpublic speakingcreativitystand up for yourselflegacy

Vote Out ... with the cat

Vote out with the cat she kills too many birds

Out with the dog, she's too many turds.

Vote out with cars with executive names and 

in,in, IN with more bicycle lanes.

Vote out with litter and in with bins,

Out with tyrants and in with love-ins.

Out with poor paths, wheelchairs have had enough

Out with hate and have I said? in, in, IN with love, love, love!

Out with money an...

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Also by jane wilcock:

Coffe shop morning a wake |

A Worthy Fellow

A Worthy Fellow

 

    One day in deep regret,

With no affection upon myself –

I declared;

     ‘I have not done enough,

     There is yet more I could do upon the world.’

 

Is that you my friend?

Is that you?

 

     I shouldn’t have gone,

Shouldn’t have left,

Should have kept the two twenty-six

SLR rifle for mine own and robbed -

The four by two to drag...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

The Dulled Compass | Resolutions Encore |

First Date

She
paints her lips with a false confidence,
smacks them together
and sits
and waits.
Her apprehension perches beside her
on the lonely park bench.
She pushes it away,
an embarrassing parent
hugging her outside the school gates.
She stitches her words together
to avoid the inevitable stumble
over ragged letters
and shards of silence
and talk so small it could be shattered underfoot
...

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We'd Fly Rings Around the Moon

We’d Fly Rings Around the Moon

On quiet nights,
I think of you
And the thought of your embrace,
If only your heart would know me,
We’d fly rings around the Moon.

When the sun breaks,
And I wake
To find I am in love,
I get this hurt,
That lingers,
If only your heart would open,
We’d fly rings around the Moon.

To be your lover by night
And friend by day,
And really get to know y...

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Referendum dum dum...

ECCLES CAKES

Referendum what a bore

The man in the street will still be poor

And the rich will be richer than before

 

The press will descend on Manchester

And what she declares the world will swallow

The public’s chance to change tomorrow

Leave or stay? Remain or exit?

United Europe? Or Sporting Brexit?

The lying deceitful corrupt elite

Boring yawning I’m snoring ...

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White Hosts

Take a look through my eyes;
I want to paint a sketch of your face
with watercolors and defined strokes
as the great artist who dreams
of the expression of the sea and its serenity

A sketch of white Hosts that are not diluted by water, fire or time

Of your eyes, the light that turns on the romance of the moon;
of your hands, the most palpable sweetness filling everything;
...

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Also by Noris Roberts:

To Die and Resurrect |

love

Sometimes theres a Guy.

Sometimes theres a guy and he totally sees it all right,

Alright.

Sometimes theres a guy and he totally sees it all wrong,

Alright.

Sometimes theres a fridged air,

Missing the mark cause it's pointed nowhere,

Sometimes your totally wrong,

But alright.

Alright.

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Wilmington, Delaware

He stands white and alone,
One smokestack raised above
The highway,
Strong
As one who burns eternally.

I am fidgeting in front of
my calm father.
We are moving incessantly
And without purpose
On all sides;
So many children to provide for,

And he indulges us
With silent love.
Shields us from the world
Where everything burns, is burning
And we too are fire.

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Listen To Me..

Hey baby, listen to me;
I never thought you'd follow my advice
Though I'm sad, I don't regret,
Seeing the happiness in your eyes.

Hey baby, listen to me;
I know you know me too well,
I wear this façade just for you;
Though I know, I can never tell.

Hey baby, listen to me;
I changed myself just for you,
You know I care about you,
But she's attached to you, like glue.

Hey baby, lis...

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A WELSHMAN IN CROATIA

 

 

A WELSHMAN IN CROATIA

 

In Croatian the word for three is tri

Just as it is in the Welsh language.

It is tre in Italian and trois in French

And in Spanish it is tres,

But the Croatians have got it right

Although all their other numbers

Are quite different in Welsh.

 

Here in the summer Dubrovnik sunshine

There is time to wonder about such things

Seated...

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The Snurdle-urdle-urdle

A snurdle-urdle-urdle

Is walking up my path,

He’s ringing on my doorbell

And asking for a bath.

 

I don’t know how much water

This strange creature may use.

I offer two fluffy towels

Enabling him to choose.

 

He cheerfully takes them both,

And turns on both the taps.

Uncertainly, I leave him,

He should be fine – perhaps!

 

Ten minutes have now gone by,

...

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Also by Lynn Dye:

Dangers of Brexit | The worst enemy | their first night together | sensual awakening | Son's Wedding | 2 Haikus on Observational walks | doors that open and close | Cinquain: Slumbers |

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My Gemini

My heart,
halved,
shared an egg
with itself,
before birth
and at breakfast;
then, grew teeth
to chew through
the last placental sinews.

A storm, born of blood,
in June: the rain
and the lightening.

Two little clouds
follow me,
forever growing,
and creating my work.

 

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Waiting

I hate this world

Without you it has one less beautiful soul

I sit here seething 

Thinking of how good people die while others keep breathing

How can I make the world a better place

All the while trying to hide the tears on my face

I want to be part of a standing ovation

But how can I do that with no motivation

To change the world one child at a time

To give all I have, ...

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Also by Amanda Daughtry:

Missing you | Arm lengths away | Coat of Armor | Fighting | Invisible | Body | Listen | Grief | Look Within | Day to Twilight |

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the EU oky coky


THE IN OUT OKY COKY

Get out, get out, fat Boris shouts
hear hear, hear hear, Nigel eagerly spouts,
they're the one's who shout the loudest,
and say of Britain we're the proudest. 

The likes of him and mate Farage
 dismiss folks genuine fears
after all he'll still afford
 his taste in fancy beers. 
 
They extole last century values
worshipping shit covered idols,
these marble has ...

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A Dark Memory

Threads

Thread:
If only he hadn't had freckles.
Thread:
If only he had been taller.
Thread:
If only he hadn't spoken with a lisp.
Thread:
If only he had liked playing football.
Thread:
If only he hadn't been so shy.
Thread:
If only the teachers had noticed.
Thread:
If only he hadn't worn shorts.
Thread:
If only he had liked pop music.
Thread:
If only he had said something.
Thr...

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A Like Rhyming Haiku for you

we're all the same heart

like cells under microscopes

touching but apart

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Also by brandon sproule:

10 by 16 |

Two old lovers crossing a street in Beirut

In a melee of menacing metal 

two old lovers hobble 

tentative they dance through traffic

he leading her

one hand embracing the other

 

Decades they have danced 

seen enemies come and go

across these troubled streets

barely looking

 

Back then 

the metal flew

though not borne by wheels

and how they danced fearless

 

They reach the pavement

and he ...

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Also by harry:

Come the Revolution | Revolting peasants | Magnanimous (fawning epitaph) | Shit stinks |

Enduring love

Crocodile

Crocodile

 

A Crocodile has many teeth,

While I myself have few,

He’s also blessed with thickened skin,

Of me that’s just not true.

 

I’m hurt by trivia, hurt by slights,

No value in the pain,

But still and still I feel the bite,

As so called friends complain.

 

We do our best, we try and try,

But in the end just fail,

When wanting cake with every meal,

...

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Just Shut up

Walking down the street wearing used gear. Everybodies trying to suck me off into another universe.

                                    I cried when I wrote this verse. I also lied when I wrote the last one before this one. I really dont give a fuck about the sun or the moon. Far as Im concerned your about to get mooned by your teacher.

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Also by Austin:

(untitled) |

The Mongrel

Some say I am a mongrel

Because I have a mixture in my blood

One part Scottish

One part Wiltshire

One part Yorkshire

One part Wales

I was born and bred in Sherwood Forest

North Notts to be precise

In Bassetlaw District Council

In Victoria Hospital

That is no more

Now I know all about the cutbacks

the death of old King Coal

the closure of the railways

the c...

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Also by david coulthard:

Pictures | Nikki | The Black African | Another Poem | Henry Percy | The Boss |

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The Other Bloody Mary

No way honey!

That answer forever

Cause I can see your heart beating -

Beating out of your chest

When I undress,

Beating out of your chest when I am there.

No way honey,

Never never!

Cause you’re fresh out the holy water,

Fresh out Mary the mother.

Can’t corrupt the white light, the earths hope, world’s might!

Can’t let you give in, lose course, all in the name of ...

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Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:

Riding on red |

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Thoughts.

Hypothetically speaking I want to be happy. & that is the only objective I'll pursue. Machination and epiphanies may aid in the constitution of strategies that'll supposively enable me to achieve delectation and felicity, But ultimately what makes you happy? Money, materials? - No. Not at all. Tangible goods can't remunerate and compensate for the emptiness of your soul. Possessions can only stren...

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The boy I met , the man I love

“Knees go weak or my heart pounds”
This never happens when he is around
Fingers don’t tremble but smile gets a curve
For the boy I met, the man I love
 
Stylishly shoves the door and enters the room
Weaves dream- threads on the thought-loom
Freezes me as he raises right brow
that boy I met, the man I love
 
Hands in hands, on those busy streets
Owned me in his humo...

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Also by Juhi Gupte:

But not for you |

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True Happiness

On a starry night

Sitting on the back of the truck

I looked into your eyes

My arms wrapped around you

I felt like I was holding the world

Nothing could bring me down in those moments

Seeing you grin made me grin

You gave me a happiness I have longed for, for so long

In that time, I knew everything was changing

I was in deep in such a short time

I’m feeling things I ha...

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He Is

He's fire, passion, and embers burning bright.

My skin scorches whenever he walks by.

He's a heavenly delight, full of grace and light.

My heart soars whenever he glides by.

He's the shadows of the night, full of secrets and frights.

My heart thunders whenever he stalks by.

He's the air in my lungs that fill me with each needy breath.

He is my everything that sets my soul alig...

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"Monday Bloody Monday"

"Monday Bloody Monday"

Head bowed against siling rain
Collar up shielding ears
Hat brim a leaking spout
Shoes beat a tattoo as
He Lowried,
Uphill,
Cobbled streets.
And rued his need of meat
And bread
And eggs
And milk for tea.

A passing car scythed
Gutter water
Over polished shoes
He raised his fist
And ripped a curse
That, against the wind skirl
Went unheard

A shopping li...

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Also by Rick Gammon:

"In Calella" | "In Catalonia" |

Coffee

Coffee

innocently standing in line with
bearded hipsters and normal folk
when I heard something said
and assumed it was a joke
it sounded ridiculous
as ridiculous as can be
it made no sense
it was all Chinese to me
yet all these words
were in a language I knew
but this nonsense sentence
out of his mouth did spew
the wise sage nodded
across the counter top
never asking him to repea...

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Also by Chris Briggs:

It's Drying Day Today | I'll Get My Coat | Budgie Smugglers |

Steak and Chips

 

We went out of season, so it was cheap.

I wanted to explore the caves

where, I’d heard, people actually lived.

Imagine, living in caves.

 

I wanted to hire a car, drive the length of the island,

touch each tip of it with my Northern English fingers

and taste Balearic boundaries;

take home a token pebble               

to remember ephemeral freedoms.

 

I wanted...

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i'm okay

There are people in me that you don't even understand

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,...

There is way too many to define

Are you okay they always say

I'm okay I always say but really

I'm not going through a phase as y'all always say

My life is a disgrace

I can't fix my face

And my mask will always label I'm okay

I can't tell you how I feel

Because all you do is spill

And there ...

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Also by Abstract Mystery:

Burning Fire | Space | The flow does not like the sun | Stolen Sleep |

Cosmic Sorrow

Crystalized moments, frozen in space, time left, abandoned, by the existence of a concept created by your own minds. You wait, suspended, within mirrored eyes, reflecting a world, torn asunder, by storms outside logic.

Porcelian flesh, stoned, cast in shadows, shifting through the void, lips of gloss and blood, broken pieces of perfection, cast in eyes of sorrow and despair, waiting amongst the...

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Also by Eric Jensen:

Empty lies and wasted time | My fall | Dreaming shadows |

Football's problem - a tee-total football fan's message to UEFA


We've heard sectarian and racist hate
seen a governing body in a sad old state
fans forced to flee flying fists in fear
but football's problem is not just beer.

We've Neo-Nazis, ultras and yobs
most whom must hold decent jobs.
Some come just for the fight I hear
so football's problem can't be just beer.

We over-pay schoolboy prima-donnas
to create cheap imitation Maradonas
for a si...

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Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:

Poetic linings | To Remain |

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Freshly Laundered

I never thought,

I’d change my mind,

I was sure,

I was done,

I’d taken back, I closed the door.

 

I guess I wanted,

You to fight,

You to want,

To change your mind,

About our life and what it meant.

 

Then you were honest,

And I was happy,

We spoke our hearts,

We reconnected,

Resolved to fight but never mask

 

And here we are,

Freshly launder...

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Also by Stewart Blackmore:

But You Want To Talk | Sleep | I Question |

"I'm not putting up with that"

"I'll slap him hard for thieving off me"

beat him with a stick for telling lies

One,two, three, now he will see"

"he needs conditioning, the unruly pesk"

"for bunking off school 

not sitting at his desk"

"that boy is useless!

he belongs in the trash"

"now he has drugs and plenty of cash"

"I'll show the thug the back of my glove

there is nothing wrong

with a bit of ...

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Also by PatricioLG:

I hear a Woodpecker |

Forest Gate Mystery Train (Spoken Word)

https://youtu.be/Qov_y6PMrw8

I'm on the Forest Gate Mystery Train,
With my burgled geranium eyes.
I'm on the Forest Gate Mystery Train,
Sighing goldfish clock sardine spies.

Spammed atomic; trolleyed marine,
Frost-buckled arms glow margarine,
Slender dolls slalom offside knees,
Capsules backslide into the stalagmite City.

Tutankhamen consortia;
Shoulder-penguins soggy cadge the dap...

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Also by Suki Spangles:

I Am The World's First Selfie Poem | I'm Going To Write A Poem About You |

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Colour Arts

Swimming in cycles, I pattern an air;

dash, cross, the mimes of meeting,

they are a crime and I am a road-side

mottled hard, cracked paving,

the worse for wear, but a red light

lights my eye and guides my thought,

a spark in a second, a buzzing phone.

I throw out dust and paper, reels of film

sun-baked, reeling, cracked,

replace with seconds from the fountain,

hiding ...

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Also by David Blake:

Warden |

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"Yes You! at the back of the queue"

 

Sunday 12th July 2015 11:47 pm

 

-a rap-

 

We clap some Blacks,

them entertaining Blacks,

on stage, in film and racing tracks

tho' we mow the shacks

and dish out smacks

to those working blacks.

 

We clap them Blacks

and forget them whacks

and the blistered backs

of hands that buy

the music tracks

and then we clap them

Blacks them stand-up...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Paradoxes: 1; 2; 1.5 and | et Spiritus Sancti | They never called me nigger | Looking out of a window |

June WoL Collage Poem: Anger and Peace

 

You gaze into the viewfinder

Joining cults

Throughout the 19th and 20th centuries

 

Love escaped through

A hole then took it over

A bridge upon the moon

 

Rupture, we all, sod it!

 

The pen swoops and captures.

Laughing anteaters following screaming demons

 

Bee working to death

 

Procession of American angels

File across a bridge to the moon

...

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Culture Vulture

Culture Vultures

 

We scan, encircle, hover and watch,

Reap dying flesh like vultures.

Tear the sinew from the bones of life,

Re-phrase and call it culture.

 

Fear my shadow, crawl away.

Scratch at the earth in fear.

I see you naked in the light,

And will write for all to hear.

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Separation

i love you. and i want you in my life, forever and always.
and that's that.

but there are always dark masses that get in the way,
metal bars that prevent our love from seeping through,
and that's that.

we were separated by these bars and I reached out,
trying to kiss you through the small openings between the rungs
but like a slap across the face the cold metal parted us,
and that's th...

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Also by Daisy Lancaster:

Seasons |

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Climbed a Mountain

I climbed a mountain today. 

As I looked up with fear I did say, 

I can't, there is absolutely no way, 

Then I climbed that mountain today. 

Through the sadness you got out of bed, 

Although most likely at some point you said, 

Life would be easier to be someone else instead,

But you climbed that mountain today.

She looked in the mirror with judging eyes,

Picking apart h...

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Also by Progressive Poet:

Bulletproof | DNC | She Exhales, The Wind | Pain | Skin | Silence of Wind |

Where Love is Love

Where love is love it cannot be untethered.
Through spite and persecution it has weathered.
It matters not the faith that you believe,
Cares not of gender, colour or of creed.
No wall can hold it in, no bridge too far;
No laws that call it 'sin' can keep it barred.
The martyrdom of hate, try as it might
Will never cease the progress of its plight.
Where cowards take up arms to end its cour...

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From the Heart

Poetry is a delicate form of expression it's art, you'll notice. 
requiring patience knowledge and wisdom from the start, so devoted 
many are called but few are chosen even less are noticed as poets 
but I was called and I was chosen, but unlike most I truly know this 
yes I know this dance of words and metaphors 
because I use them to convey my feelings all my peers seem to ignore 
therefo...

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Also by Matthew McCanless:

My Demon | If I Could Rewind Time |

Unslept

Like your side of the bed

Unslept, uncreased.

Wondering where you've  been

My face too is unslept

 

 

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Pickles at dawn: The Ballad of Mustard Pickle

Pickles at dawn, pickles at dawn. 

Don't let your father draw pickles at dawn.

 

Mustard Pickle is on the floor,

The Fish-Judge throws him smirks.

Their fruit is growing tentacles

And squeezes 'till it hurts.

 

The fruit unzips old onion skins

To bare the rotten flesh.

She sprays sour wounds with vinegar

To clothe the naked smell. 

 

The fruit then puts on hy...

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Timelessness

Timelessness

Tear up the calendars,
Tear down the clocks;

For the evil that they do
is written in the faces
Torn to shreds by the hands of time
In a frenzy of the  workaholic’s pantomime.

Tear up the calendars,
Tear down the clocks.

Slow down the days,
Speed up the lives.
Boot out deadlines;
Bring in lifelines,
Then sigh at the oxymoron
That is “quality time”.

Time is the...

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Queen

Deep inside where no one could see,

She was silently screaming someone help me.

But with a smile on her face

She only shows her outside grace.

To the people on the outside,

She is the one who never cried.

With nowhere else to turn

And no one showing concern,

She tries escaping the only way she can,

Thinking maybe it’s time for a different plan.

The emotional pain was ...

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Also by Charity Kosta:

Tired | Stand Strong |

In Her Eyes

I can see the sadness in her eyes

The kind that time creates

Evidence of the pain she feels

Proof her poor heart aches

 

I can see the loneliness in her eyes

Reflections of the world she's known

A life that never felt complete

A mind too often alone

 

I can see the despair in her eyes

She fears it's now too late

Her dreams are all just memories

Her empty soul...

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Happy Huggard

Your walls soar high
You can step outside
Breathing feels alright
Young is the night
 
You're ready to lie
You hide it all inside
Who would dare put up a fight?
They've only one goal in sight
 
What can they give to vy?
It's only your time to bide
Nothing they'd say would be right
Again you supress the fright
 
It's time for a new try
You pick up you...

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Work/Life

A Loan Man stands

Alone

Awkwardly in a conference room

Through corrugated glass slats

Cracks reveal stacks

of printer paper, standard size

Promising- so bright and white

And towering

Taller than he

Behind which he hides.

Sighs.

Closes his eyes.

Hand to forehead

Elbow to stack

A prayer recited: "Is it five o'clock yet?"

"Somewhere", he thinks

And ther...

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Also by Chandra Mossine:

Snake Oil Sells the Economy | Entropy | Artifact |

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Every thing

Anything and everything is what I want 
Life and love is just for us 
Like Kings and queens jealousy is unjust 
suspicious trust patience has no rush 
distinctive characteristics 
Like the talented and Gifted 
On a impossible mission 
To find someone with the purest of intentions

 

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