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Haiku Collection #8


far from the highway -
caterpillar fit to burst
settles for a nap
~~~
light  bright butterflies
bring nothing of the darkness
from the chysalis
~~~
Ah, this old hillside:
one day for seventeen steps
a butterfly led.
~~~
heading for the door,
the butterfly in my hands; 
my improvised cage.
~~~
end of the street
two butterflies waltz closely
return to the clouds
~~~

 

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Haiku Collection #7 | Haiku Collection #6 | Haiku Collection #5 | Haiku Collection #4 | Haiku Collection #3 | Haiku Collection #2 |

haiku

Listen

Listen to me,

I know what you’re thinking,

“Great another poem,

Are we done yet?”

But listen to me.

 

You have a voice,

Right?

Well, use it.

Because unlike you,

Some don't.

 

But listen to me,

I don't know what you’re going through

And I can't tell your story,

Only you can.

So listen to me.

 

I want you to look around.

You are in a room with...

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Also by Poetryum:

Gone |

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Like

Like

 

the photographs of road signs charged by light,

footprints on the dashboard

or blurred trees  stooped like men picking leaves.

 

Or the back of my head, the garden shed

or all the landscapes from summer days when

we turned the camera on ourselves

 

and photographed nothing but wind.

We send thanks

and message school friends, relatives

 

and people w...

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anxious introvert

getting out of your comfort zone seems impossibe. 

inside youd like to stay.

what waits for you outside of these walls may amaze you.

how scary it is to step out of the routine.

judgement awaits in faces you thought youd forgotten.

dont let it scare you we all have something to give.

take time to heal to grow and fully accept who you are.

have faith. 

climb up the ladder.

...

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Also by Youthfullyxx:

Not for you | My lonely | Uncontrollable | Solitude | Supportive loyal fake friends | Beauty on the outside | leave the rotting skin for color | men with selfish intent | climax deadzone | god found me | my own relationship with god | the parties over | what we will never see |

Solent

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From the staircase outside my room

tall mirrored windows spy the Square below.

People meet, gather then disperse,

I surveil disinterestedly.

 

Further down, to where they walk

the land falls away.

 

An English moat protects the Isle,

but only as this glass protects me.

The ditch, a false defence, 

for no-one holds the Sea.

 

Red funnels glide between ports,

...

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Also by Wolfgar:

Nurture or not | At the edge | And he never woke up | Fidelis ad mortem | Reflecting on an equinox | Sunflower | The Wetherspoon supporters club (tongue very much in drunken cheek) | Hole | Maquis | A storm without an ark | Youths blind vanity lost | Carousel | Seminal work | The Superintendent | Sons of Leicester | A full disclosure of injuries sustained | Dilemmas diluted | Feeding the monster | November 2016 (may be deemed offensive by those from delicate constitutions) | Truce |

When poetry is called non-progressive

When poetry is called non-progressive,
Society prioritises gains,
Machinery and banking are the blessings,
And human race its own path betrays,
 
What can a poor poet, born untimely,
Achieve in the unfair descending world,
Besides all the unnecessary rhyming
And even less appreciated rightful thoughts?
 
The current art is to confuse and stugger,
To hint to dirty secrets, all aloof;
It...

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Also by Valerie Livina:

It would be good if you were here | There are just four main types of art | How can I praise my love in bare words? |

People Are Strange

I’ve come to believe that people are strange;

You never quite know what they’re going to do;

And there is one thing that’s not going to change;

The obvious way is not what they do.

 

They think and act, defying all logic;

You’d think they were stupid, or maybe just mad.

They seem to think things happen by magic.

Thinking about it, it’s really quite sad.

 

All this str...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

(untitled) | Dreams Of Demons | Screams | Life | Memory | Cricket | Bletherin’ On Cricket | Cardiac Case | Late Sailing | Home | ‘Oh’ Level French | Lost Love | Writer’s Block | A Bee Or Not A Bee | Stormy Beach | Choices | Thoughts | Life’s Highway |

The lonely leo

The leo all alone she stands beside herself

Afraid to open up and be strong like no one else 

The  libra is a key a master to obey 

The one who has reason to truly walk away

The ram or even goat it is a treat to see

The archer as a hunter is the prey to finally feed

The  night in which is dreaming the dreams 

That walk away the lonely and sacred heart is afraid to truly say

...

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Also by Albert:

The lioness i need |

Me myself and I (Closed)

O what i wonderful day for me to wake up only to wait and see what horror lies ahead 

I shall not falter but tread lightly on this thin line and proceed to go on with my day 

Let me put on my boots work my hours long but fulfilling 

Learn my job hard but where I can achieve greatness but first i must be great

Talented as such myself will show me more behind the closed door 

I lie on...

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Also by Jay:

Open (neglected) | Last call | Pitch Black (hit&run) | Depending | The Call pt one |

selfishtired

DOORMAT

Call me the doormat,

The infestation of rats,

The ‘oh she ain’t all that’,

Call the kettle black!

 

Call me the diva, the princess, the moan bag,

The emotional one, oh isn’t it sad?

The hot head who can only nag nag nag,

That period trainwreck – a handful for a lad.

 

Call me whatever deflects most from what reflects

When you stand by the mirror and boast,

When ...

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Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:

LOVE DRUG | The Plight of the true Snow White |

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strange ones.......

...........who have questionable

chains of thoughts

that when displayed,

translate light into dark.........and worse.

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Also by Jemima Jones:

strikes | Tears for the overlooked | outing | costume change |

Ropes

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Ropes

frayed and

weathered

after

a life time

of keeping

my soul

safe

through

this

life

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Also by Estelle Haward:

Crossing lines | Choices | Reflections | Ocean Breath |

ropessoul

A piece of a poem

Love was just a word,

Until you came along

Now it is a feeling

So fierce, and strong

 

So stay young and just dance

And don’t listen to the lyrics

Because life is better

When you don’t fully understand

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Also by B D:

Seasonal Bliss |

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Striving

I seek out the whole truth and nothing but the truth
Swearing through all the lies to fabricate moments
That endured through our times and ravaged our movements
Ending frail elderly and chasing away youth

Gazing towards the stars to phantom the future
As the past just erodes and becomes mere rubble
Destroyed by the present amidst all this trouble
That secrets seek revenge and strips away ...

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Also by Louis Audet:

Vow of a father | Lovers to Friends | Pleasure | Small pets | Tightness | Mr Fantismo and his carpet | Mr Fantismo and his unicorn | Being grandma | Pig thoughts | Her back | The burger | Deafness | Centerpiece | The book ending | Bright Star | A blooming book | Truce | The hump | Tonight? | The Farmer | You | Shower Away | Sundae | Crisis | Advice from Dad | Poneytail | Separation | Parking Lot | The stalker | Young coeds | Forest survival | Finding love after | Live for today | Frat party | Darkness follows | Let's hope for peace | The Bridge | First Night | Breaking the cave |

Life lesson

#1

Drift with me into a free floating galaxy, A world of no worlds

There's no truth in definition, no laws to govern

But the pull between our hearts is undeniable

For you will see that where chaos presides logic will dictate the course of man

Emotions take a stage and your Heart is the forefront of our story

There are pages to be written and stories to be defined

But in the silence ...

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Traveling on

Cleaning out the cobwebs in the corners of my head

Blocking out temptations of you in my bed

Gotta get you out from the darkness of my mind

For something better this life will find

What I need right now is some focus

Not some bullshit hocus pocus

 

So i’m traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling on

I’m traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling on

Yes, I’m traveling, t...

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Also by Kimberly Ray:

Angry Beast | It's all good | Oh happy day | Crashing | Hush | What is love | All that remains | Feeling Again | Let Me Live | On a winter night | Just Be | Imagine | Closer | Lemonade | Nights | Desires | Devil dancer | It's a mystery | Me | Dangerous Intelligence | Traveling down the road of life | Untitled | March 15, 2002 | Release Me | Constant Replay | Sunday July 14, 2002 | Motivation | Friday July 12, 2002 | Morning Sun | Puzzle pieces of my heart | Red in bloom | Drowning into your possession | What really matters | Your kiss | Drowning | Love Spent | Sweet dagger of mine | Wasting away | Love dreams | Precious moments | Villianous Love | Friend or Foe | Wounded heart | Archaeology of St Lucia | Soft sea of regret | Silence grows | There's so much more than this | A crack in the wall | OK | Please don't make me think | Surf City | In the dead of Winter | Chasing love | What do you want | Just Words | Oblivion | Peace of mind | Simple | Beautiful People | Losing a friend | Into the infinite abyss |

SAMMY

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(An original stolen from me by Al Jolson)

 

Sammy, Sammy.

They made for you the famous quote.

“He’s as bent as a nine-bob note”.

Sammy, Sammy

You’re no longer whiter than that Gandhi.

First, Big Sam

Was on the look-out for a quick bung

Now Big Sam

Is sorry that he’s ended up stung

Sammy, Sammy

You flew a thousand miles

To make a quick pile

My Sammy.

 

...

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Also by John Coopey:

MILFORD, NEW MILTON AND BARTON-ON-SEA | OUR GERT | LEST WE FORGET | THE LOVERS |

ANOTHER DAY IN SOFAWORLD

A seeming half acre of rest spreads out

in Sofaworld, balm to the footsore,

a polite jungle of shapes, making the passage

of berthing time complacent where listless couples

check labels, passing between the Ambassador Suite

and the Grosvenor Sublime.

 

At the end of a day

Coffee tables nudge in

and footstools like crouching bears

 beef out the designated squares.

W...

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Also by ray pool:

BELOW THE GROUND | CULTURE SHOCKS | NEW GLASSES | TWO LIVES | CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN | JESUS WEPT | VINYL FRONTIER | THE STORM | SOMETHING FOR THE WEEKEND | SHUT DOWN | THE ALL - AMERICAN | LOOK UP TO THE HEAVENS | THINGS TO DO | THE NEW MESSIAH | THE MAN IN THE WHITE COAT |

In this land...

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In this land I have known the worst of hell,

the most severe punishment; difficult to digest;

inhuman is to feel the splash of so much pain,

seeing a drought of a profound silence

 

Pleas cry out before the crevice of hunger,

with astonishment thorns dig into the eyes of heaven,

tenebrous inequity simulating justice;

difficult to move the stones that stand in the way...

...

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Injustice

Backwards Y In The Road

Vacant a spot lays inside

Where two souls once intertwined

Dulled over time

They're almost here

In Disbelief that its almost time

Six long years and I am standing here

Eyes lock with a gift inside

Rejoined back together after a very long time

Fireworks explode as memories conjoin

Words unwind what’s been lost to time

Two souls parted now sharing old times

This vaca...

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Also by Jacob Martin:

The Invisible Gift | Barriers | A Thorn Left Inside |

QUESTION

Do the Labour faithful really set store in

Their choice of Jeremy Corbyn

To fight an election

With huge risk of rejection

And endless stories from Tories

Of a sure win?

 

Looking through time's political prism

Rarely saw socialism

In an advanced state reflected

In who got elected

Often producing political schism.

 

The art of the possible, it's said

To the...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

RIGHT TURN by Richard Seymour | LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE | LONESOME RAIL - a railroad song/lyric | DECEIT, DISSEMBLING AND DELAY | PIE IN THE SKY | STEAM DREAM | THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 4 - repost for Sept. |

Morning white noise

How do I get here?

I go backward every morning, looking for an answer.

Love, they might say? would be nice if that's true.

Hate instead? Too reasonable I must say,

That type of feeling that nothing has to do with nihilism and depression,

The type of emotion that deals with anger, 

The anger of not to be in the right place and moment.

Could be that maybe I born too soon? Or may...

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"Sadie"

Sadie was eighty when she stopped counting.

Eighty suited her nicely

so she got there and stayed.

I was her acting amanuensis - unpaid.

 

She got flustered over much but not overmuch.

When she had forms to fill or worries over bills

begging letters from charities,

unentered lotteries 'won',

piling the floor at her front door

she’d hang out a sign

and I’d pop in for...

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Also by Rick Gammon:

"Labour in Vain" | "First Love" | "Meeting Mrs Potiphar" | "Caz - End of the Affair" | "Donegal Eden" | "Let's All Go to Lisdoonvarna" | "Mally" | "Obituary" | "Apitate Ring" | "Alison" | "Adieu" | "On Leaving Dublin - Bloomsday plus one" | "Cuddles" |

one step beyond

you spent so long in that obsidian chamber

that you named each worm of light that crept in

named them based on the complexity of the pattern

that exploded behind your eyelids

for to open your eyes and view them would be blinding

this one is paul

a single line pulsing oranges and blues

next cronos

a ring of white heat around a pale, milky ball

once a week heimdallr struck...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

little nightmares | so kiss me, hold me and eat me | anhedonia | the moon | snowflake 3 | snowflake 2 | snowflake | endgame | klittra | the man that swallowed the sky | the churning of the ocean of milk | liquid gold | lemonade | infinity | dont know when but a day is gonna come | oh dear oh dear | the man stood in the corner of the room | dunes | basquiat | lime | another day, another gin | cloak | dirge |

short love poems for her

If I was a stream
Searching for the ocean
You would be my current
Keeping me in motion.

If I was a seed
Buried in the snow
You would be my sunlight
Helping me to grow.

If I was a spark
In the middle of the night
You would be my flame
Keeping me alight.

If I were a ship
On a stormy morning
You would be my lighthouse
Flashing me warning.

But I'm not a stream
Spark, ship,  short love...

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clean slate

The pen is rhythmless--

it makes sounds meaningless.

 

explosions land dense

and attenuate into thuds

onto surrounding dead ground

 

screams dissipate soft

into lossy acoustic funnels

like padded white-cloaked rooms

 

I've no need to wonder

why you don't hear..

I know the outer

dead space still hums

 

with the flutter and wave

of wings that sweep ...

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Also by elPintor:

transaction | muddy water, verdant earth | tracker | before I learned mechanics, I learned to mistrust the mechanic | night vision | traveller's token | equalization | metaphysics |

The Transcendentalist

So the scents of pre cornflake sex
And post energy drink breath
Pervades the carriage like a squid squadron infusion..

Acrid lemon bleach musk cologne
Tinkly-plink-thud beats effervesce from earphones
She leans arching on the glass pane knackered
Eye-liner Rothko remastered
Her groin marine satyr
Not so lucky a bastard
She receives a sext from another torpedo piece of spam with pecs
Nigh...

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Also by Suki Spangles:

Meanwhile, In Sweden |

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Unrequited Love

Unrequited love is the destruction of the heart

It is walking across an endless desert occupied with faded mirages that show you beauty like never before

Constantly consumed by its wonder, constantly consumed by the despair for your love for it

She is the mirage, you are the lonley aching fool in an endless desert

You are the one slowly suffocating by the boundless intesity of what you...

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all the while,I've been French!

"oh,and do you support Manchester United?"

my social life has been blighted!

by that damn football team!

its more than extreme

that when you tell people

you're from the North West

they're only impressed by footie talk

I feel like putting a great fat cork in their gobs!

we're not all football yobs

I can't stand the fucking game

its lamer than lame

 

"And do you l...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

think.....WIDE BERTH! | noise as a memory |

Magicians of Verse: Enter If Bold

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Sacred circle!

Magicians of verse

Council of elders

Conjurors of words

 

Body of experience

Each one unique

Passion that burns

Vivid beliefs

 

Tell of your life

Abrasive or harsh

Share with us pain

Reveal your heart

 

Be joyous! Share moments

Tender and mild

Recall happiness

With innocence of child

 

The circle is safe

No words disallo...

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"Descending into the abyss"

Through fire and smoke

We travel down deep into the caves

Deep into the earth

Blackness befalls our every turn 

Mist swells and chokes out the light 

The dark ensues

We are trapped

Deeper

Deeper

We

Descend

In

To

Pitch

And 

Dark

We are all alone

In this Hell

To breathe is hastened by our every step

Villians are among us

Shapeshifters

De...

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A Night At The Astoria

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By concrete honey-combed Centre Point
Briskly paced towards Soho
Passing illuminated tooting taxis
Striding down the Charing Cross Road
To join a queue of  alternatives
Outside the stuccoed dome crowned bay
Under the fretted signage board
Spelling the name of the band who’ll play
Tonight, at the Astoria

Earnest in Camden High Street fashion
Invested Kensington Market attire
Sticky carpe...

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Also by Anna Ghislena:

Sorrento |

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PMWS Notes

Cut from the stem, his destiny set

Beauty desired but short before death

Though death been determined, his fate and his fall

His happiest hour befell on them all

 

Needles and shoelaces, needles and thorns

Need needles to sew up their broken hearts torn

And needles to stich up the city they live in

The city of thorns from captors unforgiven

 

His highness, his finest,...

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Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:

It's My Turn Now | Hey Abriella | Monsters in the Closet | At least I'm not swinging | Mornings on Shift | Ladders | Trenches | 24 (raw, unedited) | Escape | Restlessness | Factor III "Tired" | AA | Atlantis | Dance | Hypervigilance |

AMHARIC

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Oh! she for sure was warrior,

When sky was black as gold,

Dragged across the sunless sea

By men without a soul:

Her stories and narrations,

Her lives as yet untold.

 

From slave ships and from factories

Amidst the stinking hold

We hear the tramp of wizened men

Who shiver in the cold:

Men who never see the sun;

Nor kindnesses behold.

 

The gobben men and co...

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Also by John E Marks:

Lost and Found and Round and Round. | The cherry tree |

The Painted Lady

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White canvas face

naked skin awaits.

 

A slight brush

light powder puff.

 

Smooth red lipstick

sparkling blue eyes.

 

Intriguing watchful look

black eyelashes flutter.

 

A golden smile

meets my gaze.

 

As I approach

rainbow door opens.

 

Loving sunlight dreams

head over heels.

 

Aspiring  lovers complete

My painted Lady.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Lord Dominus | Steamy Windows |

She brings the colour back into my life.

IN OUR OWN IMAGE

 

On getting up one morning 
God walked to the pearly gate
 and enquired of Michael his doorman
 how's it going mate?
I'm absolutely knackered, and wish you'd investigate.

Never known it be this busy before
 them coming up here to Heaven
swept off me feet trying to greet,
 everyone twenty four seven.
The flow is overwhelming, we need cupboards and extra shelving.
But I have a sugges...

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nothing enigmatic about this

Scarcity

Save clean water because it scarce 
Protect what you breath like clean air
World has food but to some it is rare
You are blessed to have this all, you have no idea

Society lose happiness, no one would care
One forgets to smile but you still stare
People struggle with their own number of enough scare
You become one to them, now that is not fair 

Have you ever produce water or clean air?
...

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Also by Ruvi Galhena:

my Poem |

Purpose

Find your purpose 

Color your way through life

the outlines is what holds your sanity 

beyond that is out of your control 

every color stands on its own 

It has always been me myself and I, 

do not live for people but for you

and your happiness 

find you purpose 

life is too short on dwelling on things

that has happened already 

-Khadja G 

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[untitled]

 

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

The house of a friend is nearby, I imagine as I crawl bleeding. The...

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darknessshadows

Remember Me

Hi,

Remember me?

Sure you do.

Lets see.

 

You're so tired again,

Thats when you knew I was here.

You didn't want to get out of bed today,

Haha oh dear.

 

Sorry,

I know you don't like my presence.

But I'm here for a bit,

It doesn't have to make sense.

 

I've been so faithful,

Don't you know?

I'm here for you when others aren't,

don't say it isn'...

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depression helpless hopeless self-destruction

Do you see me, too?

Trevor, I saw you again—

I saw you sitting at the desk right beside me in Mr. Tracey’s seventh-grade homeroom,

Filled with twenty unhygienic twelve-year-old students. It smelled of strong coffee in a thermal.

A clock rests above the door. It ticks away the moments.

 

You were wearing that ratty brown zipper-up you liked so much.

The one that smelled as if it hadn’t seen the insid...

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Also by Kelly:

Waiting on flowers | Survival |

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F34r Th3 Numb3r5

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F34r Th3 Numb3r5

 

F34r

Th3 numb3r5

F34r

th31r p0w3r

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1nt0 rush1n9

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Cl0ck w4tch1n9

 

Th3 numb3r5

On th3 5p33d0meter

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A bu5

 

Hurry1n9

Fr0m p1ll4r

t0 p05t

 

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Th3 c0d1n9

1n y0ur c0mput3r

Wh1ch dr1v35

Y0ur l1f3

 

B1n4ry ch1ld

1nt39...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

black clouds on a sunny day | Black Bear |

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Autumn at the SoapBox Poetry Club

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Summer has passed and autumn is rolling in - which means the SoapBox Poetry Club is back. Our regular poetry night held at the John Peel Centre, on the last Wednesday of the month, features a nationally renowned poet as a headliner, two local poets and one musician in support. We book exciting, passionate and political young poets. Those at the forefront of poetry in the UK. The kind of writers an...

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Let the Bone-Fire Burn!

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I'm speaking and performing some poems tomorrow in Manchester after a march as part of both the Global March for Elephants and Rhinos, and 100 Thousand Poets for Change. If you'd like to take part we're assembling in All Saints Park, Manchester at 11.30am. Or look on the Global March for Elephants and Rhinos website, and there may be something going on in a city near where you are. I've written th...

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This is me (a warrior)

I am the undecided

the uncondemed

the umbrage of life

 

you see in me a warrior

who never thinks of backing down

tributing to the society 

had only made me tumble down

 

unaided I stand

stronger than ever

tranquil is what I am

but will soon transient 

for I am a warrior 

stronger than thee

thou shall not make me bow down

thou shall not make me crumbl...

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LDR

Speak to me like you speak,
in tongues, or in plain old English
dusted with a view of sparkly seas
or oceans, as you say, my owl.
My crow, my dove, my dolphin
plunging among the waves that roughen,
among the sands that graze and toughen
your skin and hair but soul untouched. 
Tell me of the call you heard
from a distance, from the depths 
of blue or green or blackened water,
the rover, ...

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Penguins on Parade

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Willi Ronis

 

Although they hanker still

for desolate views,

they have learned to count

their blessings: migrants

taking a bowl of air

on this bitter afternoon.

 

Their formal attire

incongruous, their waddling

gait seems outlandish

to the natives they dismay.

 

Consorting largely

with their own,

they have tried

at least to pay their way

and no...

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Also by David Cooke:

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 Love comes easy, but it doesn't really go away after that. No matter how many times you hammer it down, lock it away, drown it, or excise it with home surgery, you always seem to find it somewhere. Growing in the dark little corners of your mind, where you want it least and need it most. It'll pop your stitches for you, rebreak old bones. It's there and there's not much for it, so you can choose ...

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Love

When the love that is supposed to be your wings

To help you go beyond the restrictions of realities

Will become the chain that shackles you

To the depth of nothingness

 

Losing yourself to the abyss of torment and pain

Blinded by the promise of eternal bliss

Is it still love?

Or is it just a senseless belief.

 

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