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YOU GRANNIES

You grannies

you old wise ones,

not always saying enough

or maybe too much

with benefit of hindsight

and desperate for someone else's future.

 

You've seen the comings and goings

old wounds opened up

fresh ones with dawns and sunsets

and you don't always want to say

what you feel knowing

that young ones cannot kneel

 

yet one day when distances are blurred

...

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Also by ray pool:

DON'T ASK | I'M IN LOVE WITH MATT BAKER | RECYCLING IDEAS | 1977 | POEM OF THE DAY | VENTURING IN | O RIVER THAMES | INNOCENT CASUALTIES OF RELIGIOUS WAR | OUT OF THE MIST | WHICH HAND? | GRAVE MATTERS | PAIN IN THE ARSE PEOPLE | RAIN TRANCE | MAKE LOVE TO THE AIR | FAMILY SPLIT | THE BULLET'S AIMS | DO NOT BE FOOLED |

Coming of age

The middle is where she stands 
The place to pick a path
Where all the responsibility lands
She just has to do the math

Decide where she's going 
What she will become
Theres only knowing 
Where she's come from 

The rest is a mystery 
Written only in her story
It will all become history 
Whether failure or glory 

Right now she is still
Calm in the moment 
Work hard she will
Wit...

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Also by Alonelymouse:

Pessimism | Did I hear you correctly? | His fist | A non-hybrid hybrid | Anecdotes | Little brother | Lost in translation | Suffocating | Low |

Divergent Paths

Though among the chosen,
Judah opted to cross floor,
Out of his way,
Heading to the path of the fallen!

In a spectacular way
Breaking loose from
The tight grip of the fallen,
Mary Magdalene braved
The ardours track of the chosen!

Heedless to a heavenly
Crown at hand,
Judah hankered
For a monetary reward,
While giving attention
To soul's worth,
Mary Magdalene
Gave a re...

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THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 4

Cruel manifestations of failed relations:

Emotional and physical eviscerations.

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 3 | THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 2 | BRIAN RIX REMEMBERED | THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY | THE ENGLISH WORKING POOR | POET | FIVE YEARS ON | ACCOUNT CLOSED - 18th AUGUST 1916 |

Higher love

As we get higher through the night 

The window to the bedroom lights the way

The sex gods and godesses apear 

They take ahold of us

As we rock back and fourth into the night

Stars shinning our way through 

Sexual fantasies end at a climax

Our body heat gradually gets cooler

Snores fill the air

Our bodies become a spoon

Our minds filled with love and happiness

So fa...

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Also by Malissa:

Risking Fantasies | Blame the trees... |

sexlovebeauty

Your Absence

Your absence is as painful as this drought.

I try to listen for your voice in the wind.

All it carries is my undying love for you.

A spider spins a web in an abandoned house.

And I sit here,

Devising a plan to bring you back.

Without you,

My space is empty.

Gravity is nonexistent.

I look for you,

Like a dope fiend looks for his dealer.

Without your drug,

My se...

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Grief eases

When grief consumes completely, 
And tears cease only from exhaustion.
When life has stolen what you love,
And you droop like a flowers wilting deterioration.
Remind yourself, even though you cannot see it,
These wretched feelings are not your jail,
This will not forever be it.

You will again find laughter in life,
The beauty in the world, love and light.
Do not underestimate how hard t...

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Also by Sarah Hill:

Change | Where is sleep? |

Tearsgriefsadnesslaughterhappinesslovefamily

Born to be Gene Wilder

 

Born Jerome Silberman June 11 1933

A famous son from the city of Milwaukee

Looking for a life of adventure on the stage

Gene Wilder was the name to set you free

Debuted in Bonnie and Clyde in 67

Leo Bloomed in The Producers in 68

71 Willy Wonka for words we were at a loss

Learnt about sex in 72 as Dr. Doug Ross

 

As Jim The Waco Kid you lit the fire

In the year o...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

Champagne by the Sea | Crustacean Crush | Hot August ? | Farewell |

spicetooth (08/20/2016)

Bleary-eyed
I swallow teeth in a whiskey glass
locking eyes, silvery in the gloom
across the table, -- every table
of every cliche'd home adorned with Him
this plastic, fluid spectre
what blocks my view of another side
a world, I imagine, identical
in every way, if only perverse in subtle defect
noticed only up close
too close

such is the abjectivity of horror
a numb spike of excitem...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

stung (08/20/2016) | Bad title (08/29/2016) | Captain Hook (Hotel dark thirty) | kiss (08/24/2016) | jaimeson's rogues (ok: 08/20/2016) | jaimeson's rogues (bad: 08/20/2016) | rust re: rain | (untitled) | (untitled) | no |

parasite named me

routines made for me

I think I'm going down and I don't mean it as good as it sounds as in when you feel the Lightning shake as you hold your ground as in I'm feeling sick but I love my doubt can we all not judge actions and spend time laughing aloud 
But I won't even remember so what's the hype really about

 

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Also by Youthfullyxx:

feminism | painting colors of you | hope in the love of a boy | the ugly and the pretty make you beautiful | midnight show | empowered | individuality is something you're born with | people are difficult | tragedy set the alarm | scars that are made for new light | a different kind of love |

M A T C H S T I C K (revised)

M A T C H S T I C K

“And to his rock be bound eternal; forever gifting man all that is infernal.
Bound by chain, suffering as the eagle’s meal; freedom bought by the one who shall steal.
Unto the eagle’s beak his blood be lash; to control he who shall become our man of ash.”
___________________________

There is always blood flowing down Prometheus’ mountaintop. He who had delivered to hum...

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FireAshesMythology

The Beach

As I meander through familiar dunes

That undulate between beach and road,

The light of early sun flashes on undulating waves

In shivering salutation to May morning.

Distinctive, piercing tones of hovering herring gulls

Form a shrill counterpoint to sea’s susurration,

As waves break and retreat over silvered sandy foreshore.

Spiky marram grass sprouts haphazardly through sand ...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Friendship | Are You My Friend | Dreams In A Pale Mist | Belief | How Could I Ever Be So Blind | Summer | Days Of Sail | Dawn Haibun | Temporal Anomaly | Clouds | Sleepless |

Growing Up

A colouring book becomes Facebook.
A tweet isn’t the sound from a bird.
Mobile devices hold us hostage
to high definition
when ambitions are blurred.
Light up trainers become stilettos
that shush insecurities
and tightly crush toes
,flashing in the strobe lights
of newly found adventure,
that makes us drunk on
possibilities and hope.
But dazzled by choice,
dazed by possibility,
we be...

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adolesencechildhoodgrowing upparenthood

The Proposal(to the tune of "Bicycle made for two)

THE PROPOSAL

 

Downtown Jo-burg, in a small café,

Joe's proposing, he doesn't know what to say.

He stutters and then he stammers,

his heart is beating hammers.

At last his tongue becomes undone,

He says "Please will you wed me, May?"

 

May's ecstatic, she's clapping her hands with joy.

She can't believe it, married to Joe Malloy!

They're hugging and then they're ki...

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Mirror cracked

In the mirror

I held a face

that held a face's stare,

In that mirror

the face that stared

stared back at me in fear...

 

I knew that once

I turned away

that we would meet again

that he would watch

the back of my head and

whisper once more my name.

 

words and foto  Tommy Carroll 

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mirrorcrackedfacestare

Tycho (Deviationist Astronaut And The Zany Karmic Architect)

I'm rushing below the firmament in a submarine
Pulled up by balloons 
Rocket thrusters won't work in a vacuum
The torrid plasma liquid washes over the viewing screen
And the Hubble telescope cannot anywhere be seen
This periscope doesn't recognise the space handed to us it seems..

Am I floating beneath the epidermis of a prison planet scheme
I fear this is way beyond my theosophical steam
...

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Also by Suki Spangles:

The Vast Asterism Dawn | I Had To Write This Poem | Duty Of Care - Extreme Combat | In-Love Doggerel |

post-rock poetrySuki Spanglesscience fiction poetryscience fictionhumorhumourlyricshumorous poetrysurreal poetry

Smile in Melancholy

Life slowly was like a mirage to her,
Gave her nothing but unrealistic hopes..
She didn’t fret,
She didn’t repent,
Nor had any guilt.
She was not a flower to wilt.
With all that pressure like a diamond under the earth,
Almost like a rebirth,
She was again built.
She was formed like a pearl in the oyster of the wild sea
She was meant to live, she was meant to be..

She was not a subject...

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Also by Sharvari:

Art of Positivity | Just Breathe | Aisle |

Matters

What matters in this life changes literally from day to day, minute to minute 

The bottom of a glass is peaceful

Don't judge and don't ask questions...

 

Walk in my shoes then tell me how to live my life..not that I would listen anyway.

I do the best I can .. nothing more nothing less....

Thank you to those who care and fuck those who don't... 

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Also by Robert Williams:

Broken afraid | Help more | Help | What is in a name | To world knows nothing | Free thoughts | Free thoughts | F?#k It | Those Hands part 2 | Those Hands |

Suffocation

Down, down, down. 

The fire girl is burning,

The smoke was once her dreams,

The higher that she got, the more we believed.

Her screams became weapons,

Made not for you or me.

But when a flame starts to grow, we all tend to see.

Her skin dripped and dropped,

In puddles all around,

Leaving us wondering what to do now.

 

Fire is dangerous, was drilled in our heads,

...

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Also by AmyLogan:

The Field We Now Know | Swan Song | The air that we breathe |

Mea Culpa

 

It had been betrayal
And I knew it
As I sat on the tavern stool
Disconsolate.


In the hollow
That had been my heart
Firebrands spluttered
And several
Disconcerted presences
Were writhing
From the unaccustomed light.


 Pat on cue
Sidled monsieur solliciteur
Purring of captivation
Helplessness
All of the intertwiningly enticing
Eve rousing Adam
Plea for a compassionate ac...

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Confiteor |

BOOTS

(A re-post, but I dreamt about it again)

 

“Why don’t you leave your boots on?”

She said, as I walked through the door,

“There’s nothing to spoil in the kitchen;

There’s nothing to spoil on the floor”.

And later on in that evening

As I kissed her softly I said,

“Why don’t you leave your boots on?

There’s nothing to spoil on the bed”

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Also by John Coopey:

OH DEAR WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE? | MUSTN'T GRUMBLE | "A LOT BETTER, THANKS" | A SONG OF PATRIOTIC PREJUDICE (Pt 2) |

The Jaffa Cake Controversy

Part One - Unforgivable
 
Beyond all rhyme and reason
Utterly beyond the pale
To be denounced in any season
A complete and utter FAIL
 
Eleven million watched in awe
Some driven to rage and shock
So many scarred by what they saw
But you can't turn back the clock
 
'Twas the graceless act of a savage
Of an ogre and a fool
Before he causes any more damage
Let's send him ba...

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Also by David Lindsay:

Oxymoronic | Murder On My Mind | From Whence We Came | Red Ink | The Life of a Bull |

biscuitscakes

Your toy

She spreads herself on bed taking out her best toy
She closes her eyes shut and thinks of her last time
Moments of loving care by her lover's sublime
With all the trusted soul and the orgasmic joy

She thinks of his hard cock when he enters inside
Thursting for her pleasure as he reaches the tips
Making her decompress through all the highs and dips
Exhaling all the stress as picks up the s...

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Also by Louis Audet:

Losing weight | Seconds | What's Happening | Life as a Tree | Gestures | Surfer | Three Wishes | Be Free | Backstage | Blood Thinner | Mr Fantismo helping Jack | Dying | Truthful Emotions Securing Simple Anecdotes | Expressing yourself | Arctic's Bed | Moment in time | Hairy Pledge | Grocery Shopping | Woman in the bar | Rage | Upskirt | Night Out | Adoption | Options | The Hip | Cuckold | Left or Right | Affair | Birthday Suit | Birthday Drink | Birthday Cake | Past Sins | Down the Street | Sugar Daddy | Stranger to City | Breaching | Better Suicide | Bad Colleague | One Night Stand | Wishing star | Dreaming of ... | Watching | Mother's Day |

Erotic

Loss

It is oft quoted that tis better to have loved and lost, well you know the rest

What you don't hear is that the lost is going to put you to the ultimate test

Completely consuming every ounce of your heart, your sole, your world

Making it impossible to go on, move forward and regain a normal sense of self

All you want to do is disappear, hide away and stay in your bed all day

Sure yo...

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Mind Tides

The chemical seas wash you closer
and closer again to me
Those chemical seas ride you closer
and then closer again to me, to me

O, how I’ve held a part of my collective breath
kept a little air inside for your return
part of me; poised patiently
as your waves wash through my closing fingers

O, how I’ve quietly tended a small flame for you
landing lights aglow along this heart's runway
...

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Also by Tom:

A Little Place I Know... |

pridefoolloss

"The Homeless Man"

“The Homeless Man”

 

There's a homeless man on 5th and Broad

That no one knows except for God

 

People on that street just pass him by

Still the tattered old man never ask why

 

Yes ever morning from ten till noon

He lives his life to a simple tune

 

He tunes his guitar and begins to play

Hoping that money will come his way

 

He knows that others could lea...

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Also by Adam Franks:

A River Flows Through Us | The Fountain Of Youth | The Head Of The Wise | Nena The Cat | A Lost Friend |

down on your luck

ode to amy watson

in school you were a goddess to me

i dreamt of kissing your feet

you were the first girl to make me erupt

to coax out my seed

to transform a clueless boy in to one in tune with his body

 

but we never spoke

 

in college you were fading

the albatross of popularity sagged around your love bitten neck

the skirts became shorter to ensure the eyes remained fixed

while i...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

daysleeper | the rabbit | fallout | after we realised we were nothing we became everything | sewage | the leaky tap | symbiosis visual poetry practice | haicoup | kesnakesnakesnakesna | the destruction of small ideas | cold hands in warm fog | i no longer feel like god is watching over me | insomniac | a visit to the aquarium | two dreams | pissed jeans | some things to make me forget about the fact you died |

Magpies

A glass of pre-dinner wine cold and dry 

stove-top bubbling and sizzling.

I glance out my open window and see

fifteen magpies on the roofline behind the garden.

No – eighteen! And more.

That's a FLOCK of these quarrelsome birds!

I watch pairs often enough strutting about

mutually aloof

pecking at patches of moss, up-turning stones.

It's been an average month - lots of  ...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Families |

flight from the aerodome


I heard that only

heaven knows the lonely souls

 

anchored to earth in silence

 

while their words like

free bodies in motion

lift upward into civil air space

and flare then extinguish like floating embers

at contact with the electrified field

that guards human-breathable atmosphere..

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Also by nunya:

insidious | graduation party | meat eaters | CAGED | waters | nearness | wild | logocide |

Was this visitor " Peg"O"the Well?.

Many years ago I was fishing a tiny stream known as Bezza Brook,  it is situated just off Potters Lane in Samlesbury Lancashire it is a tributary of the River Ribble.  It was way after midnight and I was fishing for eels that had travelled upstream from the river, The night was very still and balmy and the only light I had was an old cycle lamp, this I used to lighthe up my rod tip to detect any b...

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Also by George lawson:

The way we were. Part 3 | The way we were. Part 2 | The way we were. Part 1 | Clogs and Shawls |

...but not so little boys...from my new collection MUMB

 

Shielded in a force field cacophony of Peter Griffin’s laughter and a baseline dirge

with LED’s set on level Epileptica

the giant slumbers; he does not open an eye.

Hidden amidst his landscape of tissues, Lynx and Lucozade;

this is where childhood comes to die.

 

There once was a hand held tightly to the shops,

there was once a cartoon hero and kite making,

then he was...

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Also by CathyLCrabb:

Adolencia- from my new collection MUMB | Encyclopaedophile- a nursery rhyme for the under 5's from my new collection Mumb | Kitchen Sink Philosophy - from my new collection about motherhood called 'Mumb' | Merle Gibson: Rose from the Dead |

childhoodteenagersdeath of childhoodmotherh

Grow Tired Dreaming

Grow Tired Dreaming

 

I’m so tired of listening

long gone

sad songs baby boo

Tear stain rain city

Isn’t it a pity that

sleeping my life

I reap what I sow

Grow tired dreaming

Stars in my eyes

Prise open the day

play that song again

 

Over and over

 

Over and over

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Shadows Tall

It's a beautiful day, the sun shines bright.

No wind does blow, not a cloud in sight.

The summer holidays are now in full flow.

4 weeks off school and still 2 more to go!

 

But something is missing, not quite there.

No sound of children's laughter to fill the air.

No splashing sounds of paddling pool fun.

No ice creams melting under the warm sun.

 

Because when I was ...

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the wordsmith

wild words he grasps

plucked from the air

thrust in the forge

he holds them there

 white with heat

as beat on beat

thought and perspiration meet

 quenched with ink

and fixed in lines

they once ran wild

but now combine

to tell tall tales

at hearts they tug

they soar and sail

and hate and love

hold a mirror

light the dark

tell the truth

make thei...

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My mind.

I try to revise these words in a way

that you can understand the infestation

in my minds imagination.

But, no matter what mutation

I give these words.

You'll never understand my minds configuration.

Behind my eyelids

are islands of violence.

I'm suspended in a timeless test

being tested by a ruthless examiner

that's best represented by my

depressing thou...

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Also by Jacob Binder:

Society. | The Feeling |

Shadows


I don't remember exactly when they came
I don't know why they came or where they were before they arrived
They have been here before
They are all too familiar
They have settled in comfortably around my soul
Grey, cold, ambiguous
They bring gifts of self-loathing, fear, emptiness
They are elusive, fluid, always on the prowl
They slip thru the reason and logic of my mind
Free to wreak hav...

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Life

Chambers of Death

Chambers of Death

 

     The duel,

Makes liars and cowards of each,

Sends us brave into quarrels bold of design,

     And it’s very perplexing but oh so fulfilling,

Killing the gospel, for shilling and fare,

     And we’re -

Daring the speak of the masculine soldier,

Not wanting neither the truth or the falsehood,

Battling the conscience for doubt or for ego;

Scann...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

A Violent Snub |

war ptsd

Nothing But Good

I love it when we sleep

all snuggled up like Babes in the Wood

a jumble of innocense

we are nothing but good.

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Also by Monica Winter:

Sorted (Haiku) |

love; sleep; snuggle; innocense; goodness

I'm a Prince.
I live in castles all over from here to Germany,
I don't get what I want always.
I get what I need, somehow.
I got what I deserved.
I do not share,
I'm very greedy.
I earned this?
I earned your disgusting trash love?
 

My kingdom as fallen like a feather,
Torn down by the evil gnomes hunating me.
I've ruined my density,
These gnomes turn into a demon at the flick...

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Also by Prince:

(untitled) | (untitled) | Oh so sorry |

mindruinsruinkingdomPrincefall

Lonely Devil

I hear you screaming at me 

Haunting my good dreams 

While snuggling deep into my bad ones

If i ever had one 

I dont believe in dancing with the devil cause he got two left feet

Why dance for him when he could dance for me 

Play puppet with the weak minded 

Manipulation of the strong wheeled 

Till they roll down a hill 

Offering no brakes or breaks for that deal

You w...

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Also by Jay:

Walk Away | Dancing on the moon | A Queen She Is |

don't be hurtembrace

Sons

Are we not the sons

Of the destructive

Self defeating other ones

The ones who know

Who feel

Who think

Say a lot but never speak

Are we not the silent majority

Who do

But whose feelings are left behind

Locked

Imprisoned in a room of bars

But nothing to drink

 

After all we are taught to wave the fist

To take the initiative

To run the race

Take the ...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Retail parks | Your words |

You're the Captain

A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor. 
Don't panic.
Stay calm, or you're headed straight for failure.
Trust yourself.
Confidence is key when you're at the helm.
Take charge.
Be sure to find peace in this realm. 

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LifesailingMetaphorinto my mind

Save the Snails

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Also by Alison Jones:

Athletes |

If this was a movie

if this was a movie,

you would chase me down the street

begging me to forgive you

we were standing in the rain

looking into each other eyes'

and my pain would be washed away by your sincere smile

if this was a movie...if only this was a movie...

 

 

Feel free to follow me via my IG at >> https://www.instagram.com/poems_by_ayrene/

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Also by Ayrene:

sky at night | serene sea, lonely me | No more hope...No more faith... |

loveromanticrelationshipsad

Love is......

Love is beauty,

Love is kind,

Love is another, that's on your mind.

 

Love is contentment,

Love it will flow,

Love is another, you long to know.

 

Love is a sacrifice, you knew you could make,

Love is the person, that lights up your day.

 

Love is the one that can make you laugh,

You're both fully aware, that neither can dance,

but you know when you're cold, ...

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View From Monarch's Hotel

The morning is a castle mist,

a grey paint, ghost shroud.

Last night I dreamt we were lovers,

I took pen, paper, sealed green bottle,

wise and smiling, sucking the nib;

now suddenly I'm hunting down cracks,

placing my fingers inside and pulling-

(you said these fissures were only

a minor concern...slants

in the skirting, warm with the fading

central heating).

 

...

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Also by David Blake:

Victory Hill 2050 |

2016 Works

"Mission Hall"

Walking down along Charles Street

A shallow canyon of shuttered shops

Seeking traces of the Pioneer Store

And the anonymous side door

Of  Pastor Gardner's

Fig Tree Gospel Hall

.

The ‘beloved' enter through a porch

Crammed with bin bags spilling

Sweet sweat rancid jumble sale stock,

Free for all until the rag man comes.

.

The usher, a farmer

Sentries the insid...

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Also by Rick Gammon:

"Theo" | "Malcolm" | "Twister" | "Waiting Room" | "Sorts of Freedom" | "Wallflower" | "Pilgrimage" |

Fortitude

I am graced

with all virtues from history

my archetype immortalised

amidst this scripture of mystery.

 

© Katypoetess 2016

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Also by Katy Megan:

Doubt | Awakening |

katypoetessShadows of Magdalenearchetypes

Nature's Lullaby

The thrash of the ocean waves against the stony cliff,

The drumming of a hummingbird’s heart as it laps in the nectar of a gulmohar,

The howl of the summer breeze as fruit laden mango branches sway to the moonlight’s music,

The crunch of the autumn leaves beneath my feet as I walk under a canopy of golden maple leaves,

The pitter patter of rain drops against the lotus leaf as they slip...

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Also by Geethika:

The Journey of Life |

life and nature

My Telephone Week

He called me on a Monday,

Said his name was guy,

Told me of the refund

I could get for PPI

 

The phone rang twice on Tuesday,

The lady’s name was Dee,

She spoke of eco matters,

How my boiler would be free

 

On Wednesday I was worried

By an accident I’d had,

The insurance chap who phoned me,

Was convinced the wounds were bad

 

On Thursday my computer

...

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Also by Mrs Claire Baldry:

Our Digital House |

1

"Yes, I'm fine" says the girl who doesn't lie,

Hides it all til later when she really wants to die.

Torn between helping others, and trying to stay alive,

Reluctance every morning

when into the day she must dive.

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Also by Yenimls:

I Need a Distraction | Without | Disconsent |

Lucky to have someone who loves you

I was lying next to you,

wanted to hug you, couldn't do. 

Thinking about all our past,

wondering what future has. 

You were moody, did not like,

we have to lie this close all night. 

Besides your Crush slept on the bed

and I was your cock-blocking thread. 

Nothing but nights of this kind,

made me realize love is blind. 

Emotions dance a devil's jive,

Bitch tries to...

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Rusted

Orange grittiness covers my fingers
Dusting my keyboard with crooked strokes
Back in the old spot
 
Same chairs
Same order
Same people
 
Heavy, my thoughts collect like goo 
around the edges
viscous and resistant
 
I begin
directionless 
hoping to regain my agility 
 
Brushing off the grime 
Scraping with my fingernails
to remove the the oxidat...

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Also by Alexandra Lorenz:

Fallen |

Angelsey for sale (2016)

Angelsey for sale,

yes please!

Only wish it could cater for all work and trade

 - salary to survive.

Imagine buying some land

and letting go of the world.

Wondering now, why anyone would want to sell up

and leave such an isle of serenity,

except for the jet skis.

Perhaps time is hard and business is bust,

as nuclear power gives way to

Japanese contracts to decommis...

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WALES

It's All-around

 

At the dawn when they lie

I dream of flying over the sky 

For till my last lingering 

And for till they are awaking 

I dream and I really die

For not the sphere hide in my pie 

 

I'm the human being 

At the dawn my telephone ring

A hundred died whereas a hundred sing

And, for was audience the firm King 

Oh! is bloody and a bloody spring 

 

By the evening...

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Also by Kabir Ahmed:

Dried Inks |

Holidays to Wales II

Walking in a waking dream
Our footprints led all the way down
From the edge of the caravan
Onto the pier about half a mile away
Like a long lease
In a symmetry of shadows 
Just past sunset
 
Watching the waves 
Trimming their flow in the air
Over the tip of the moon
Before holding their breath
Half stroke before poking through  
A imaginary broken window
A...

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Also by Andy N:

Prologue (Europa II) |

Relativity

Relativity

Sometimes when we’re together

I don’t feel like a family of one

One of us utters a reflective phrase and the other

Picks up pitch and tune and rhythm

To meet somewhere in a chord with memory

And philosophical empathy

Themes in our rotation lead to rendezvous’ of Soul

Sometimes in the house of Riley

 

Other times in houses without walls:

Houses not made b...

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Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):

Talking About You | While Dew is on Roses | Duck Back Solo | I Know My Place | Getting Out Alive |

Nothing's Left but it's Alright

Have a voice

Give an opinion 

Express yourself

Lay yourself bare

 

I'll tell you a story of a boy

His family are farmers - conservatives 

At the bottom of the lane, the pub used to burn a cross on bonfire night. It held the letters KWW - Keep Waterside White

His Grandma is agoraphobic, xenophobic and racist who told him in no uncertain terms not to marry a black girl

Bef...

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Also by Matt:

Seeing Stars | The butchers decision | The Way of The Cheesemonger | The step |

Random

Words get crowded
Something is up and gonna be written!
Choose me, write me
Topics jump and shriek hello.
"One after another...what's the rush?"
Bring the canvas and color them all
The portrait should tell all without a noise!
Look and pierce through
Eyes sing melodies.
Hallucination or confusion or just halt
Mind says "I am infinity and not to be judged. Who are you?"
Fill up the blank...

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Childhood

While we help the country of others,

We forgot our own sisters and Brothers.

Some turn to thugs,

While others turn to drugs.

On the corner is a woman,

With no other option or plan.

Working to feed her kids,

Sold to anyone who bids.

Everyday a young child travels with death,

15 year old overdose on meth,

17 year old shot dead,

8 year old abused in own bed.

This ...

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World's end

Suffocating under the rhythm of your heart beat

Like drowning beneath a sea of thumping marbles.

You are the ball pit, the sand pit, without end – falling!

But who can ever stand when they are - head – over – heels – for someone –

Yes!

And you pulled me in like a rip tide, a whirl wind, a sinking pool,

Wrapped me up like pig in blanket with your tangled hair

And the salt of it...

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Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:

Nettles |

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Breathing Mantra 1

In

Express yourself unambiguously

Hold

Be discerning about what you accept as truth

Out

Your actions reap more than your desires

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STRINGS


I long for a time, 
when i will be free.
When one would have,
no strings on me.

A place far away
from the busy throngs,
In a land beyond time
amidst lilting songs.

A time when i can
pursue my dreams.
And give in to my desires,
let them flow as streams.

A place where the world,
will let me be.
And there will be,
no strings on me...

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independence

Peterloo - Two Hundred Years On

Peterloo - Two Hundred Years On

Almost two centuries ago
and the struggle hasn’t ended
the battle of St Peter’s Field
not the peaceful one intended

A right to vote, a right to liberty
freedom from oppression
freedom from poverty

Come and join us said Hunt the orator
but seen as the trouble cause, the instigator

Over sixty thousand strong
gathered in their throngs
and why wouldn...

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Rat Race

I wake up

My body heavier than the day before

Reminiscing of the times when my life promised so much more

Caffeine fills my veins

Fueling my days

No longer an individual with freedom of choice

Adulthood and responsibilty quashing my voice

Ambitions slowly fading away

As the rat race continues another day.

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Also by Ryan Alexander Monteith:

Lone Figure |

Four seven sixteen

Dark woods under an evening of a perfect golden sky full of stars 
Wind in our faces,unspoken words,and a few exchanged glances
Everything feeling so pure and beautiful with each drizzle
Yet closer than ever
........And then,I missed you even though you were right beside me
An aura of magnificent & heavenly
instance
Like Time standing still
in that moment and I swear
Our souls sparked and...

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Pet rats and prison tats (or how I became to begrudgingly write poetry)

A world above the ground with numb feet and I want to remember how to write a haiku

I hate poetry but I'd find words to trade with you 

Each tasty word feels stale on paper. Awkward. Embarrassed. 

And always I come back to pet rats and prison tats

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Also by Yvette Pauley:

Haikus for India: Part 1 | (untitled) |

She Devil

When it's so wrong

You want it more.

 

Erotic love torn apart

under powerful magical spell.

 

When it's so wrong

You want it more.

 

Taking stock of life

friends start to return.

 

When it's so wrong

You want it more.

 

Trying to control temptation

emotional memories take hold.

 

When it's so wrong

You want it more.

 

The She Devil sti...

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Black Knight does not Hold Back |

Flames of old makes me love my She Devil more and

My God

The scent of the thoughts about you

Has merged in my heart, mind and soul.

My life is entwined around you,

Like an ivy clinging to a tree

Hanging around and gaining strength

You are my love, my reverence,

I keep your scent with me in rain and sunshine,

In stormy sorrowful night,

Always with unfathomable trust.

No more I long for anything worldly or Devine,

As true lov...

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Also by Mrs Sharma:

My Krishna | The World on the Verge of Destruction | White man with a Black Heart | Raise your Voice to Support | He comes to Meet me at Dawn |

A Broken Heart!

My heart has broken , So Broken from trust a person who I was in love betrayed my love

Alone in the darkness rattled the tears, inside this chamber of unwanted fears

Once so humble I'm no longer awake ,yet inside the grass surrounded by snakes

You told me one thing and now I see clear, I observed in my situation unable to hear

Yet I want another more then I can seem to think, So hard t...

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Also by Albert:

Wanting another. | A sister gone. | Unliked. | The fallen angel | The lover's dream | The wall. |

Two Birds

No two birds sing the same song,

Hello my friend it has been too long

Open your wings and fly into the sky,

Allow yourself to say Goodbye,

Out of the shadows and spread your light,

The feminine spirit lacking on earth today 

Knows you have your part to play,

Survivor, warrior, lover Queen,

Mother, daughter and all in between,

Lift your spirit spread your wings and fly,

...

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A Message to the New Government

The nation needs renewables now!
The nation needs renewables now!

As Once-great Britain takes a bow
and we leave the stage of the European Union,
the quintessential issue's the quandary how
we accommodate the suck of an economy consuming 
two thousand million megawatt hours 
of climate wrecking energy by the year
when there's finite reserves of fossil fuel power.
I spurn the allegation ...

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Me & August


ME:           The weather's shit in August,
                In August the weather's shit.

AUGUST:    That's very true,
                But nothing new.
                Get over it.

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The rare steak

A jacket he said- as I’m digging through my drawer,

Settle on a suit top as tonight’s armor,

“Tonight’s about great minds and important individuals”,

It’s the typical visual that’s pushed me to be so cynical,

Age, tone, and gender- It’s all predictable

I pray at that age my posse isn’t so hypocritical- but formidable.

 Chuckles and laughs as my façade is perfected,

How can we ...

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Also by E.A. Kane:

No mas whine |

heart

lover where do you live

how long til I can caress your soul

spoil you with timeless admiration

honor your individuality as you honor mine

til we will slaughter each others darkness

how long til our worlds meet 

and explode into forever

oh lover

where do you live

 

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Also by mindful.duo:

thoughts |

This City

This city

 

I think I could grow to love this place

With all its colours and all its grey walls

I could grow in this place

Grow beyond any confinement of dusty halls.

 

I like the way the smoke from my mouth

Rises above my head into the sky

And I look to this circle of friends

And one by one my fears seem to die

 

I could grow beyond myself

So much to live ou...

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Beauty's Bounty

Following July's discussion of beauty, here are a few of the advantages beautiful people enjoy:

http://www.businessinsider.com/studies-show-the-advantages-of-being-beautiful-2013-6?IR=T

 

 

 

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Also by Stockport WoL:

August 2016 Collage Poem: 'But a Dream' | August Theme |

Beauty

Little Bird

Little bird,

 

Little bird, little bird

the one with the broken wing.

 

Little bird, little bird,

come over here - i'll help you.

Fix you up, help you chirp and maybe one day to sing.

 

Little bird, little bird

Don't be afraid

Little bird, Little bird

I'll come to your aid.

 

Little bird

when you're feeling strong,

spread out your beautiful feathered...

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Also by Emily Claire Phipps:

The village idiot | Splash Skies | Another penny another pound | Midnight | Death | A new race | Norm | Silence on a hard mattress | Slide Down | Shadows | The Crawl | Confessions | Stirrer | Showtime | Three is a crowd | Behind closed doors | Body Parts | Print |

The Caveman

We had an argument
not a big all guns blazin’ my mother was right about you argument
just a silly one
that made me regress
retreat to my cave
where I consulted with the great oracle YouTube
he slid over his recommendations
topping the bill

John Lennon and Yoko Ono on love | Blank On Blank | PBS Digital Studios

John’s opening statement, when asked ‘’couples always seem to be not gettin...

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Let Me Sit Beneath An Old Lamp

Let Me Sit Beneath An Old Lamp

 

Let me sit beneath an old lamp

With its shade tilted at an angle

Tracing my finger along rough paper

Glowing in a yellow light

Lost in worlds of other’s making

Drawn from the ebb and flow of words

Upon a dim-lit page

As evening draws in

Closing around my imagination

Unthreatening, comforting,

Time passing unnaturally

Against t...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Honourable |

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Forgotten

Its so easy to feel ugly 

Yet so hard to feel beautiful

Its so easy to feel worthless 

But so hard to feel like you mean something 

Its so easy to be forgotton 

Yet so hard to be missed

Its so easy to be replaced

But so hard to be found

Its so easy to love

But so hard to be loved

I feel like i love for nothing but only for hope

Hope that i will be loved back the sa...

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Also by E.M.S:

Be True To You | I Am |

Looking out my front window

Looking out my front window
Where the kids were playing 
The day was fine
The sun shining and clouds so blue
Not a care in the world
Clouds coming in from the west
Roaring of thunder cooling tempature
Little rain drops falling on their little noses.....
They persist with no regard of getting wet
It's getting dark now mom is calling them home
The day is almost done 
With no thoughts of w...

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Also by A.august:

Tease of Love |

What is Happiness

An expensive car is not your happiness

An expensive dress is not your prettiness

An expensive phone can be a trifle

A cruel word can be a rifle

Only fools can think another way

Every word a clever man will weigh

You are happy and rich

When you live together with a friend

And the life with him has no end

When your children are so healthy

And your family is wealthy

...

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Happiness

A Daydream on a Deckchair

A daydream on a deckchair

Into a world unknown.

Nothing I remember,

Nothing I know

But a warm zone,

A place to come home.

A whirlwind, a vortex,

A time without a care.

Soft lights and sweetness

Relaxing in a chair,

A daydream on a deckchair.

 

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Also by Steve Higgins:

The One Who Loves You |

dreams

Black Lives ✊

They Say The Blacker The Berry The Sweeter The Juice 

But Where I Come From They Killing Us Because Of Our Roots 

They Hate Us Because Our Melanin Is Poppin

So Each && Everyday Black Bodies Is Droppin 

Bullets Ringing , Bloody Streets , Camera Flashes , A Million Eyes 

But No One To Blame When A Black Man Died 

Pointed Fingers , Teary Eyes && A Ear Filled With Lies 

Excuses Of...

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The Journey of the Monarch Butterfly

What amazement to my eyes, Oh wonderful butterfly!

Your beauty, revealed upon creation. Almighty God, what a revelation!

Gliding and Swaying, with the wind you are dancing.

Your beauty, I was bewitched. Oh Lord, thank you for the gift.

 

Lovely butterfly, you and me are alike. We were bestowed with charm

That no one can defy! Dear God, You had blessed.

Oh dear butterfly, you a...

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She Smiles

She smiles,

With that wistful look,

Her eyes alive, and bright,

And glazed.

 

She takes my hand,

Gently,

With purpose and,

Continues to smile.

 

She looks away,

But keeps my hand,

Caressing,

Me, silently accepting.

 

She nuzzles,

Into my shoulder,

The way she does,

I kiss her cheek.

 

She rests her head,

Upon that shoulder,

I take c...

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SIDOLO

 

 

                                                     SIDOLO

 

Spent shell casings everywhere

gleaming in the July sun

bodies of three martyrs lie

victims of a German gun

Italy is crying now

see how fast the tears run.

 

 

Three priests in nineteen forty four

slaughtered by the devil’s hand

innocent of all misdeeds

outrage sweeps throughout the land

...

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A day to achieve

I wake up to blue skies and a bright sun
My alarm rings, now my day has begun
I turn on the hot shower, the bathroom begins to steam
When I'm done I dry and put on my best dress
I have an important meeting today so I need to impress 
After the usual traffic jam I finally arrive at work
I'm greeted with smiles from familiar faces
I come face to face with my boss as my heartbeat races
Good m...

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workbossactivismwomen

fellow travellers

They sit side by side

With their hand held devices

Patiently reading

Of virtues and vices

Exploring the world with

A questioning finger

Philosophy, politics,

Long will they linger

They speak to each other

And share their conclusions

Discounting the myths and

Dispelling confusions

Comparing statistics

Or searching for clues

Assessing investments

Or readi...

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Also by Freda Davis:

fellow travellers |

Tonight

I've never seen this look in your eye,

It's over, finally, it's over

And we hold that truth deep inside

So tonight,

Hold me tighter than you ever have,

Kiss me sweeter and love me harder.

And we will cry,

But it's ok.

We're not broken,

And even if we are,

From tomorrow on, I'll carry every piece of us With me in my soul.

So give me one last memory,

Tonight.

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Also by isaac wright:

Please Don't Grow Up | Too busy to live | How it ends | My Misses has a Mistress |

lifelovepoetpoetrywriting

Feel d silence
It has d magic to own you ,
 has d magic to draw,  create,  spoil,  frame,  embrace u
It is d most magical powerful essence of all d others
It is greater than d infinity and beyond d infinity it will take u to d almighty to enjoy d peace of paradise and it can also take u to d Devils demons of d tragedy,  dissatisfaction,  dangers of d hell

 

It has d sweetness of a rose a...

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WHERE IM FROM

Im from magazine models on 90210 to breaking hearts to being heartbroken

Im from scene hair, dark rooms and dark make up, to being called emo with no soul.

From watching the stars to the ones on my walls like little planets going round and round

Im from emotional scars to the real ones on your skin, being raised by wolves with Ronnie Radke to Andy Biersack and Kellin Quinn.

Im from sne...

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Also by Lindsey Wilson:

Just A Girl |

THEY DID IT ALWAYS (re-issue)

 

 Celibate Priests, Fundamentalist Imams,
eagerly preach their delusive plans
 Protestant Vicars and Methodist lays,
give it out in gentler ways,
to simple folk in hallowed halls 
with pointy tops, round minarets,
brass artefacts, smooth marble steps.

The use of loud hailers and noisy bells
call the faithful to worship and god to please  
devotions observed on bended knees,
Venerab...

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Hopeless Heart

To the lover not yet known,
To the feelings not yet shown,
Of the heart kept in waiting,
Of the dreams slowly fading,
It is the romance yet to be,
That takes a hold of me,
Quite unfortunately so,
As spirits remain low,
For reality slaps my face,
With the hopelessness of my case,

 

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The Fool's Defence

The Fool’s Defence
by Robert C. Mackie
 
I don’t mind your accusations, when you say I’m wrong,
Question my intelligence, and mark me out for fun,
But at the very least, have the decency to explain,
Why I’m a fool and you have sussed out rhyme and reason’s chain.
 
We’ve known each other donkey’s years, were always at the games,
I gladly took a battering when you called on me by name.
Bu...

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Also by Robert Mackie:

There Was a Red Leader Called Corbyn | All Hail Bold Etonian Boris | There was a Young Man from Kyoto | Bardic Lampoon for the Nuclear Age | The Unicorn to the Lion / The Lion to the Unicorn |

friendship integerity

kampuchea

 

the east is red

Lord Buddah

floats upon a lotus flower

weeping

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Butterfly Beauty

The silver-spotted skipper, that rarest butterfly,

Emerges from its cocoon in mid-July…to flutter… fly

Through the grasses deep upon the downland Heath.

Sheep’s-fescue thrives on chalk-filled soil, black and white, beneath.

 

Such beauty is short-lived… finite… discrete,

For the graceful butterfly (part of nature’s evolved elite)

Will soon bid adieu - a seemingly hurried goodb...

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Special Day

Special Day

Charity Kosta

Is there something wrong with me?

Am I being selfish and conceited

When all I can see is myself being defeated,

In a stupid competition of who is loved more?

When on my special day, getting notice was a chore,

Where all I got from loved ones was a happy birthday.

Yet, here comes my sister, and she is given a display

From everyone expressing thei...

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haiku

clearer stars tonight,

but dreams are essential too:

by morning, a song.

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haiku

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