Poetry Blogs (Jan 2017)

Keep on Movies

Action pack

Thiller like Mike Jack

PG-13 Comedy - Captain Jack 

Eyes on the sparrow 

Keep on movies 

Neglecting duties 

The horror

The drama

No worry

It's Sci-fi

No hurry

Keep on movies

Romance

Film-noir

A mystery adventure of the first world war

History keeps on moving

But you keep on movies

Hours of our lives in front of a screen 

Taste not, ...

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Also by Juan Pablo Lynch:

A | Mundane | Thoughts | Humble | About A Girl | Hidden Treasures Lie | Breaking Up | Train of thoughts | Victims | The last book | Earth and Sky | Krypto's song | HATE | Testimony | On the come up | The ... | Free pear | Pray for light | Jonah | Writer's block? | Old Faithful | Begin anew | True Riches | Late night habits | The Proud man | Write Impact |

 

motivation

The shout!

Chords they penetrate

the chambers of her mind

In each room a different sound

another melody combined

with rhythms glucking, aggressive and refined

Should she let go?

Open the doors and let the music be free?

 

It’s the first day of the year.

The window opens

The air is light, the sky is clear

Her lungs filled with freedom

A shout into the open space!

Her voi...

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Also by Pyrola:

In the wind | Flames |

21st Century Folly

On June 23rd the people chose

They chose to leave the club

They chose to stand alone

And they chose to snub.

 

They snubbed the whole of Europe

They took their toys and turned

They turned away from commonsense

And forget all that they’d learned.

 

They turned inward and gazed

Stared hard at their navels

Their children’s futures narrowed

As the parents turned ...

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Also by Paul Nunn:

What falls... |

 

BrexitEurope

In The Light of The Evening

I work hard most days
hands all rough by six
but it’s worth every callous
whatever’s needed
and when I’m done, I walk
right down the sea-front promenade
sip on a cup of something
so warm and so sweet
with those boats sailing out and in
in the lazy light of the evening

There forms a shape in the foam on my drink
Kiya, I see the outline of your head
looking back at me
I wonder just ho...

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Also by Tom:

Read You Once More |

 

coastregretstory

On Being Seen

On Being Seen

 

 

These are said to be human,

They breathe they eat,

They are equal to all

And all are equal,

Yet they have the power,

Power to take away

The pittance from a family man,

Power to stop a young boy,

A young girl from aspirations

With good working principles.

 

‘You’ve been seen!’

They say in their juvenile way,

And then it’s the food ba...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

Bedlams Wake | Kill Switch | Beyond The Boundaries Of Words |

MR PRESIDENT

From the uncertain depths of diplomacy

rose up this Kraken

his massive mouth spouting

and no one knows the ocean's mind

or the depths that it can sink to.

 

In the ascendancy he is

scornful of harpoons

the hide impenetrable

so, all you travellers on the seas

and on your land and in the air

remember to take some extra care

as others legitimize those loony tunes.

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Also by ray pool:

CURSORY RHYME | NORTH WALES IN THE FIFTIES | LATE ARRIVAL | SERIAL KILLER | THE BIG ISSUE | I USED TO BELIEVE | LIKE REFUGEES | URINARY PACT | BECKY THE MASSEUR | IN THE VALLEYS | FOX | APRIL 14 1912 | APRIL 14 1912 | FUNKY MEMORY | OLD LOVE | AND THEN WAS THE WINTER | JOURNEY THROUGH THE STARS |

eighteen

my legs are closed now

so it's all through to you

 

you say:

what a night

you're fantastic

well

that was fun

while it lasted

 

I say:

oh yeah

well 

go on now

get gone

 

but despite my efforts

to deny it

to hide it

 

my young heart

is ripped open,

in two 

because

it's through 

 

wondering your answers 

to the questions

...

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Also by Little Bit:

fantasy | first love | creativity constipation |

On paths

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On paths we cross,
threads connecting
in place 

 

Our alignments tangle
in a web
of time 

 

Flashes trapped
as water drops 
on glass

 

When day closes,
our vapour trails
I trace

 

Those moments in place,
roll like ripples 
on a lake

 

Those places in time,
held like snow globes 
in my mind

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abstractplacetimetime traveltravel

untied shoes / the nowhere poems

 

still feel

your gypsy

nails

buried in

hopelessness

in my back.

 

they are

just hole

in the wall

reminders

that I will 

never be

invincible

 

to broken

down love

love affairs.

 

or ever go

riding off into

the sunset

on the painted

ponies of

your dreams.

 

or what do

the poets call it

when only 

one of you

...

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Also by david patrick simon:

you know her well / the nowhere poems | Skeleton heart / the nowhere poems |

How Come

How come people cannot find the time , to demonstrate against groomers . How come people say nothing about the cruelty against children and the Sharea law . How come people who are elderly and disabled are discriminated against. But funds are always found for the rich . How if you are a groomer you can fade without feeling the pain of being caught . And how come millions of people who don't feel t...

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Hearsay |

Your Poetry


A few silent words lay between us
on some stained and shady card-table
for all the song and dance now skip'd along
and each chosen line stands for ten
this the burden of being penned

A bitter glass of judgement lies full-drained
truer thirst realised in venom-fail
offer a fair hearing to one dream-sane
the slightest insight magnified
for its own sake rest satisfied

 

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

(untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | Nostalgia |

 

poetry

DUMP ON TRUMP

The world and its dog seem determined to dump

All the guilt in their world on President Trump.

Yet it was the saintly Obama - looking back -

Who placed SIX month exclusions on folk from Iraq.

 

And the list of proscribed lands he handed on

Has been taken up by the much maligned Don.

Whose position as president duly elected

Entitles him and his office to be respected.

 

...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

MEETING IN A PHOTOGRAPH | LOOK AT ME | IGNORANCE IN ACTION | HOPE TO COPE |

My Mind’s A Blank

My mind’s a blank

I just can’t think

To be quite frank

I’m on the brink

Right at the edge

Without a chance

Out on a ledge

Stood in a trance

Stood in a trance

Out on a ledge

Without a chance

Right at the edge

I’m on the brink

To be quite frank

I just can’t think

My mind’s a blank

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

For Me, It’s In The Eyes | Warbling Bird | Mountain Goat | La Gioconda | Fuck Off Facebook | Urban Gale | Green Shoots Of Love | The Night | Buds | Unwed | Wild Haggis |

Little Red Rabbit

He dressed her in velvet,

His little rabbit.

He coveted her sweetness.

She was his drug habit.

 

Bloody kisses  bite her lip

But it's ok, he loves her right?

His perfect partner, perfect wife,

Slap her nearly every night.

 

Takes her out in his expensive gift.

He chose it, she must wear it,

She feels embarrassed, tarted up,

Don't say it, touch-paper lit.

 

...

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Also by Louise Hogg:

The Sand Man | Lost | Not all Monsters have Fangs | The Dead Dolls | The Nail Bar | Whitby Abbey | Say Yes to the Dress | Michelle | Love | My Way | The Preacher | Rest | The Whispering Winds | Laughter | Screams | Magic Spells | Let's Play Pretend | Peaceful Escape | The Masquerade Party | Charisma | The Black Dog | Goodbye | The Seed | The Green Gate |

 

Violence domestic abuse control

Stormy Weather

Your forehead smells like rain

He tells me when I return home

Though the sidewalks are dry as bone

And there are flowers clenched in my fist

He breathes in the wetness from my skin

Unaware he has stuck his nose in a mist

As I am anything but concrete

He puts me to bed in the tub

And the flowers in some jar

As we both drink up the water

And make our bellies plump

I...

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Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:

The Yard | My attempt | The Triangle | In and Out |

Diffrent attitude of mind

The innocent

By the sweat of
One's brow
Their likes aspire
To grow.
For them
Bread and water
Is all right
So far as their walk
Could face the glare of light!

The corrupt

Bugs, they are not averse
To fattening
By the blood and tears of others!

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

What do I care? | A sunny rain | Self Canibalism | Elegy by a poet |

 

Corruption

Mumbo jumbo

Summer sounds are echoing now

As the moo comes from the cow

The bark that came out from the dog

Is wrapped around a burning log

 

Flying birds go shooting by

One by one towards the sky

Buzzing bees go humming past

Followed by the wasp thats last

 

Rabbits hop and jump around

The worms that live upon the ground

The ants are working all day long

As mary jane br...

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Also by james bowness:

(THROW THE EGG) JOHNY CLEGG. | Little people ( in my head ) | King of the dead |

pmurt

the human race is deeply flawed

and power does corrupt

still yet we cry, a wailing wall

morality erupts

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Also by Stuart Buck:

mirrored images | the day of the lord will come like a thief | the festival of lanterns | a king without a crown | i will ruin everything eventually | breaking an azeotrope with unidirectional pressure manipulation |

Pigs might...

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Pigs might fly…

 

Who says they can’t?

Is there an omniscient

oinker monitor float-

ing in the same tree?

Who has the right

to tell watchers

who dream

the impossible

that pigs might…?

In deepest despair

we need hope,

need dreams

to fall back on.

A competitive spirit…

 

Who says we can’t?

I need to soar

above my world

sometimes, believe

...

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Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:

West Australian Writers' Festival. |

 

Pigs Might FlyPoetic Friendswhimsy

Eye-am

Adorable and employable
Observe, as my top lip curls,
exposed white-tip pearls.
divided, exaggerated notions,  ideal motions, dividends on an emotional ever-growing emotional severance.
Ideas of a dead mans long-lost lust lure curve.
i have found home, at last, rest absorbs into this stale husk
Thus ensures a thousand year rest, at peace, at last.
The ability to cease.

Endless torrents, ...

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Also by Jack Hopwaters Jr:

Sometime then? |

Alternatives

Everyone who has every had their heart broken has had that thought-

Is it better to feel or to feel nothing at all?

In the heart of it, you wish to feel nothing,

Not an ounce of pain or heartache every again.

Is it truly better to have loved and lost

Than to have never loved at all.

Clear mindedly, I easily follow that with a yes.

But when you are crying out at 2AM for somethi...

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Also by M H:

Outloud | That Feeling | Wanderlust | Midnight Blues | Supposed To | Strength? |

Watermelon Life

Life is a jolly watermelon
With seeds and juice galore;
Should I need someone to share it,
I know you are only next door.
Some might say the rind
Is so thick, who can prevail,
But I think of the soft center
Impacted by every detail.

How often do you bite right down
To the edge of any other fruit?
These watermelons hold the prize
Of filling you up tongue and tooth.
Let's share this wond...

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Also by Randall Eckstein:

I Have No Fear of Death | Pancake Geology | Time again | Inscrutable Intentions | My Pet, Death | Shadows | Acamapichtli and Dark Moon Night | The Theater of my Life | Hope | Philology | Oracle | Wallflowers | Snowy Night in the Early Spring | Mermaid Song | The Fine Guilt of Physics | She wants to feel 日本 (Japan) | Yima |

Bye . . .

Isn't "bye" a form of saying you're leaving for a while or even forever...? I mean isn't that the message people receive? It hurts a lot honestly ... But then you're stuck in between did this person mean "bye as in see you tomorrow" or "bye as in I'm leaving forever." We don't ever know until time shows us. They're either there the next day...or gone... and all you can do is be happy or feel the p...

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Excuses

I tug and pull and tug and pull
I've been doing this for ages
I tug and pull and tug and pull
Nothing ever changes 

I tug and pull and tug and pull
It's making me go crazy 
I tug and pull and tug and pull 
People think I'm lazy 

I tug and pull and tug and pull
I'm doing my best to save me 
I tug and pull and tug and pull 
A mess is all that they see 

I tug and pull and tug and pu...

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Also by Aishah:

Painfully Unique | You're too complacent | Bar of soap | Where are the wise ones? |

Lazy afternoon thoughts

Thoughts of mine

Trapped in my head

They don't want to come out and play

They'd rather be lazy all day

Than be frivolous and trivial

So I'll stay out of the way

Until I find meaning and purpose...

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Also by Kimberly Ray:

Seeking Wisdom | Emptiness | Hopes and Dreams | Flight or fight? | Mousetrap | Lesson to learn | It's the first of the new year |

FIVE LAST YEARS

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(A piece I wrote 40 years ago in support of retirement at 60 for mineworkers. Harold Wilson was Prime Minister and Derek Ezra was Chairman of the National Coal Board.  I was a young recruit)

 

At the end of this month I shall be 59

And for 44 years I’ve worked in the mines

When once I was strong, for my health I now fear

I ought to retire at the end of the year.

 

I’ve worked ...

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Also by John Coopey:

IF THEY COME | CLIFFORD'S TOWER - A VILLANELLE | MUTTON | BLOODY PEST | TALE FROM THE NORTH COUNTRY | YOUR FIRST HUT IS THE CHEAPEST | VILLANELLE FOR A SHED | "IT'S BROUGHT US HERE" | LEAVE IT IN THE GROUND |

monsters

in this world people hurt one another. 
there's not an explanation for this, people fall in love, people leave, people do things on accident. 
then, there are monsters in this world. 
they purposely hurt the people around them. 
they in fact get some satisfaction from it. 
you can never please them or be good enough, so they exploit you and hurt you. 
and the worse ones, will even pretend th...

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Also by TAY:

untitled | i want to see your darkest beauty | buried alove, buried alive | you want to possess me, you won't |

EASE DROPPING

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She said she wanted to go home

he replied "not now"

The look on her face

said there was more 

going on than just her words

were they fighting

was she just tired

She put her fork down

and gazed out the window

He continued to eat

like he did not notice 

her needs

With no words

she got up and went

to the ladies room

He took out his cell phone

and began ...

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Also by lynn hahn:

WALKING THRU MEMORIES | HERE AFTER | ROAD TRIP | DARK ADDICTION | HAPPY BIRTHDAY | GROOMING | OH TO THE... | WHO'S IN CONTROL | ALL ABOUT HIM | PERFECTION | WHAT IS A POEM | POWER OF THE WORD | BURY THE HATCHET | GOTTA Luv em | LOVE'S MYSTERY | ON THE WAY | HATE HEALS | DEDICATION | THE BENCH | HURRICANE OF HURTS | TRUMP | JUST BREATH | JOY GONE BAD | TOMORROW | SILLY OLD MAN | BLESSED | TIME | COLORS | INVISIBLE PEOPLE | SEXY BOY | NEW YEAR |

 

poemrelationship

The ransom

We tremble at the thought that our loved one is missed
Being kidnapped at beach while on restful retreat
Grabbed with a stronger hand, and taped as a canned meat
Tossed in the back of van with limbs flailing in twist

Delivered as a note is a messy blackmail
Of a million dollars, as a classless insult
The pain and the torture of missing the result
An ear chopped off, latest of this sad tal...

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Also by Louis Audet:

Dictatorship | The cruise | Wanting something good | Storm | Mighty Dream | Trip | Drunk | Outfit | Reconnecting | Porn Star | The rock | The news | Mystery | Swapping | Daggers | Veteran's Day | Right one | Be Friends | Living Another Underwater Rescue Adventure | Vacation - Last Day | Vacation - The day trip | Mr Fantismo in Director's Chair | Mr Fantismo at Sea | Vacation - walk on the beach | Game of Life | New Life | Vacation - Night Out | Vacation - Lounging | Vacation - Pool side | Vacation - Airplane ride | Finding Your Partner |

My Stillborn Child, by Jose Coleman

Mhow, India,  January 1941

Oh my heart's darling why
could they not let you lie
under the open sky
outside the wall
where the clean rain could fall
and the sun shine?
Silent. No bird will sing
there where you lie
under the tall thin trees.
They with their pointed leaves
crowd out the light,
filter the monsoon rains,
deaden the air along lines of graves.

Do you rest still,
would-...

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the cross

The Cross

It six o`clock Sunday early evening she is in

the church that looks Coptic, the sun lit up

the cross on the top and the roof looks rosé.

 A Morocco radio station plays Arabic music

this is quite fitting now that they have been

targeted by a racist who has not read history,

but let us put that aside for now.

 

In many European countries, the leaders lament

bu...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

Trump | when Beelzebub ruled | the mad years | cleanliness and whores | the ski outing | winter poem | the kismet | summer island | ringing phone | Stavanger communist Party | a day in a market town | every day humour | Sunday Evening | let the bear sleep | let the bear sleep | evening light | the hummock | it will be alright | Serengeti | Serengeti | old sailors | the end of a marriage | the end of a marriage | the corinth canal | ten years old haikus | Epiphany | (untitled) | (untitled) | temptation | temptation | atheism | Tyrkia | failures hiding place | penniless in Le Havre | security guard | gondwana |

Bandwagon

Even the most fearless are fearful

so forgive their wanton bravado

deny their haste, quick tongues

and drooling mouths.

Revenge is the threadbare cloak

the fearless don to mask their fears,

anger binds their puerile lexicon

that once spent, subsides to  long regret.

So do not fear the fearless

for we are they and they are us!

 

 

© Graham Sherwood 01/2017

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Prune Tend Grow | Ghost Village | 4Sum | On the death of a neighbour | Happy New Haiku | id |

Tonight

Tonight I realized its not up to you to decide me.
Its not my job to initiate conversation,
Its not my requirement to put on more makeup,
You don't get to decide what shirts you think look good on me.

Tonight I realized its not my place to lower myself to you.
I don't have to make sure you're satisfied,
I don't need to stop what I'm doing to answer to you.
There's only one of me, and ther...

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feminismheartbreaklovetonight

From Friendship to Love (II)

Rewriting boundaries
The transition from friendship to love
Is laced with clues
Neither of the parties could see
But oblivious to everybody else

Dancing around feeling
Like skating on frozen lakes
Until they start
To crack like tension
And feelings became rescues


Whether at 6 in the morning
On the way to work
At a frozen train station
Or well past midnight
Staring out of the wi...

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Also by Andy N:

From Friendship to Love | Spoken Label seeking new writers for podcasts |

Alt-Prayer

 

I hope he wakes screaming with his teeth all fallen out

on the pillow of the dreams that were stolen overnight.

I hope the taste upon his tongue is iron mixed with salt

crossed with brickdust, faulty locks and crucified hate.

 

I hope for him a long life, epiphanies of bad faith.

I wish for him a hunger never silent or asleep.

I hope for him an ever present thirst to be i...

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Also by Laura Taylor:

River Estate Retrospective | Assertion Repetition and Contagion | Lullament |

Sleeping in a Forest

Everyone deserves a dream or two.

 

Sleeping in a Forest

 

Light and fire and music

all dance within me

in this perfect, silent forest

as she welcomes me to her breast,

full with fallen seeds and crinkled leaves

for my head; my bed of ashen river stones,

murmured possums, and repose. Long I slept

while overhead the white-hot starfields

bent to their nightly arcs...

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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Poppy | Bright Sky | A Rider | Sailing an Inland Sea | Snow and Lightning | Aeschylus Unbound | Ocean Wanderer | A Book of Hours | Chris Hubbard @ Mont Saint-Michel |

 

fireforestliquidSleep

Return to Mount Tumbledown

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The ridge-line broke its verdant back

casting stone on jagged shoulders,  

here, millennial eruptions 

hurled dantean hell-like boulders.

 

Revisiting, remembering,

that night of flared intrusion,

delivered through embattled dreams,

adrenalin fueled confusion.

 

He’d climbed this bloody path before

like the stations of the cross,

and though through trials he won...

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Also by Wolfgar:

System override | On seeking truth in a vacuum | Klavierstücke | The murder at Fleet ditch (Death of a Frenchman) | The shallow poet priests | A cottage and a dog | Shatila 2017 | On snails | Psithurism | What right have we? (those who do not know) | New year in Freetown |

 

acceptanceforgivenesslossPeace

Perspective Changes

i was a Christian. 

  Christian enough to stay out of trouble. 

i was tough and smart. 

  Tough enough to cut myself. 

  Smart enough to not get caught. 

 

Now i'm a Christian. 

  Christian enough to rely on God. 

i am strong and wise. 

  Strong enough to ask for help. 

  Wise enough to open myself up. 

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Also by LeeJ Waters:

The First of Many | Anxiety | Quiet Resentment |

Gave Me Up To Tears

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Gave Me Up To Tears

 

"And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears."
— William Shakespeare, Henry V

 

The air tastes of mashed potatoes

When she looks into your eyes

And you look back at the fear and hurt

And she says she’s sorry for dragging you here

And you tell her it’s nothing

Even though you were complaining

That very same thing on the drive h...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Saint Hate | Down In The Hole | Forsaking Auld Lang Syne |

 

deathmemorymotherremembrancestroke

The People

There is a place

For the people by the people

But who are the people

We are the people

You are the people

The people that drown and float

Who laugh and cry

Who spit and die

All in the name of the people

Who are not

We are the people who stand up and count

Who dare to put our heads

On the block

Above the parapet

Who will be a target

For the people witho...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Waiting | Not yet sixteen |

Penally Viagra

I went to Penally and,

caught down poems,

from the land, and the sea, and the sky,

A Viagra for the lack of words,

When words from life run dry.

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Also by Peter Ray:

Bags of Shite | Turn Of The Tide | The Extent Of The Tide | Before The Tide | How Evil Is The Mind Of Man | Responsibility |

 

PenallyTenbyWales

One-Way

When you cry

I cry

 

When you smile 

I smile

 

When you run

I run

 

When you jump

I jump 

 

But 

 

When I do 

You don't

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Also by Anjeza Shahini:

Death in Real Time |

crusade 2 (1/27/2017)

cross-stitched dregs: the innocent
amputees march under burnt barons
welder's waltz on bitumen
danced through europe on red herrings

could I dare to fit the mold?
backstep quarry as I am
red-cooled as the iron folds?
to slay my fellow Abram's men?

all us may bear alike it seems
unstained by winter's medusa gaze
frozen hearts' slates and slips and screams
buried neath the grounds where c...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

the rifleman that played in minors (1/27/2017) | ache 2 (1/22/2017) |

 

abrams men listless hell restless

To the ghost-dancers of the Sioux

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Don’t let the fat white males into this land

They have no concept of stewardship

They think they can own the air and the land.

Watch them massacre the holy bison:

The white buffalo is dead

their bodies rot under the sun.

They have no respect for themselves:

They are rapists and child-killers. They spoil

All the Great Spirit has bequeathed us.

They are a scourge to the wo...

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Also by John Marks:

i.m. Captain Keith Douglas (1920-1944) | Feral Youth | Blues |

Flightless flight of blight and fright

Stuck on a grounded flight
Seats all taken with people of plight
Coughing, spluttering my new blight
Given delays this is my night
Stifling affliction that I can't fight
Snot rags, diseased air, cabin of fright
Suffocating infections this isn't right
Escape to the toilet I just might
Begin my flight
Away from the plight
Away from this blight
Of this just starting night
Such a futile fi...

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Also by Mel Shield:

Morning Musing | Antisocial Transport | 5 Hour 15 Minute Coach Journey | Leaving Early |

A Man for All Seasons

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He first grabbed our attention as Baron Richard Rich

Next a leading role as John Merrick (The Elephant Man)

In Nineteen Eighty - Four Winston Smith was his pitch

A drama unfolded as Mr. Braddock in The Hit

Stephen Ward in the Profumo affair what a Scandal

Quentin Crisp in The Naked Civil servant in 1975

Caligula in I, Claudius he definitely could handle  

Out of his Tardis the...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

Goodbye - 'Allo 'Allo | LA LA Land & Me | Fire from the Sky | Nice to See You | 2016 - Taken but not Forsaken |

freedom

whats up is up and down is down

hey im the kind of guy who likes to get around

tied and tethered, thats not me fool

this place is on lock down

I don't need your school

just give me some wings so I can fly

what Lynard sung about

what Jimmy lived, well atleast before he died

I mean if we can set are minds and hearts free why not our bodies too.

I mean just ask yourself " W...

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Grey | Hammer Time |

I have a Dream

I have a dream....

 

I have a dream to build a land,

where purity flows from door to door,

unlocking the fortunes of fame and glory,

for every weak, lame and child orphaned,

bringing home good things for all,

the beauty, the laughter and the gold mounts.

 

I have a dream to spread love across,

fragrance spreading from heart to heart,

the old, the sick and the needy...

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