Poetry Blogs (Nov 2017)

Story of my month (30)

As I write this poem, the final of the month
Reading back at venture and discovering self
Knowing the blended life that is shown on the shelf
Little telling stories about my living front

Being sexual being, and being prideful mom
A hard working lady to a caring partner
All facets that displays my fragile ground marker
Towards a smiling face from hectic to the calm

I hope you enjoyed rimes,...

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Also by Louis Audet:

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Month story

LAST JOBS IN THE GARDEN

a low sun teased me out

from a pool of shadow

searching for signs of new life

even as the soil plotted against it

 

overhead a plane like a silver pen

wrote a lazy trail

scattering high hopes

 

dead leaves in disorderly fashion

a classroom of empty heads

awaited my rough comb

and a crisp goodbye. 

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Also by ray pool:

QUEEN IN THE KITCHEN | FORTIFICATIONS | BLOOD SPORT | THE GOD APP | DISLOCATION | STITCHED UP | ST.ANDREW'S PARISH CHURCH | PARADISE LOST | IN THE WHEATSHEAF |

Just Maybe

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I try to be there by your side throughout the year’s but now the time has come for you to be by my side through this incurable illness I am dealing with but I’m left out in the cold waiting for you and maybe that will change before I’m dead

 

 

 

 

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Also by Tina Glover:

Popping Pills | Invisible 👻 Ghost Writer | He Told Her Today He Doesn't Love Her Anymore | Tears In Her Eye's | To My Eastern Band Of Cherokee Native Americans | I Was Born This Way | Hillbillies | Country Is How I Live My Life | I Did Once Love Him | Feeling's Of Being Stalked | Truth Of Our Love | Delicate Rose Bud | Loving Him | My Chiari Journey |

 

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Nov 30th

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For 20 years I cried on this day 

I checked out on this day 

I hated this day 

I mourned on this day 

A little girl kept quite about this day 

A little girl felt ashamed on this day 

A little girl that was drowning in her own blood on this day  

A little girl had to pick herself up so her little brothers wouldn't see

A little girl no more

Dug up holes to bury it

This ...

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typical bloke

it is Monday now, and the migratory birds 

have returned though probably still unsure about the English weather

to reclaim and redress the empty nesting box

that has lain like that for so long unused and requiring their makeover skills.

As these moments unfold I think of your first time under my sheets.

Did I, after that sweet initial encounter 

almost fly in and out of the room ...

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Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:

to you stranger | swimming with loan sharks | something less glorious than mud-mud-glorious mud! | Vesuvian'ish | as though there isn't enough shite in our oceans!! |

Remember and Respect

Respect is little to ask for
To remember is to respect
To respect is to remember
Those who paid an ultimate debt

When generations come together
To acknowledge not to mourn
It gives out a special feeling
That’s calm sincere and warm

Hats off to those who turn out
In rain or wind or snow
In aid of those who cared so much
They joined up and decided to go

They went to different place...

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Also by Fred Varden:

Can you hear me Mother? | Under the Gun | The Blue World below | Anecdotal Attributes | Do they really want what’s best? | Is there a coffee in the house? | Political Correctness | Truth and Lies | I only work for the Council | Rumours | Families at War | The Place of Dreams? | Vicious Cycle | COLOURS | Hideaway | Talking Eyes | Friends Prominent | Parenting for Dummies | Is there a nurse in the house? (Audio) | THE SCAM |

True love

 

If its yours

You won't ever need to chase it

 

It will find you when you least expect it

And you won't ever need to ask it to stay

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Also by Wardah:

What goes around comes back around | Home | Perspective | For the Pain | Regrets | Something about You | Baby steps | That kind of a day | Actions speak louder... | Break the Cycle | Deaths Awakening |

The Traffic Memorial

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A bronze Teddy bear rests at its base.
A little child's doll looks forlorn in face.
Sitting in all weathers, patiently to wait.
A doll who's missing her little playmate.

I see a victims discarded walking cane.
Another life lost, another buried name.
2 fingers on a wrist watch frozen in time.
A set of keys lie beside this 'traffic sign'

A pair of glasses, smashed on contact.
A lonely crumb...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

Winter Time | Magical Days | Let's Be Each Other | The Robin | Secrets | Feeling Blessed |

Movies Once Gave Me Hope

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In my morning not so early

I find still the house is quiet

My dreams are washed away for all their violence

The film before perhaps but also the news

Do triggers even matter 

And my daughter asks why they always have to make the endings so sad

My smile reflects

Because that is how life is sometimes

Do we not have hope

Is there nothing to look forward to except the end

...

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Uncommon Piece

I’ve lived my whole life by the cottonwood trees,

If just to give up all my rights for the common of the peace,

Never did I think that this day would ever come,

Basking in martyrdom that the fray could never shun,

The question of life isn’t a cost of embryos to the end pay,

Giving hope to the people like los remedios de la gente,

Someday-

Our footprints in the sand shall fade ...

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Also by Big Sal:

Inauguration Day | Desert Sands | City of Stone in the Fire |

Dreaming and you

I went into that same awful dream.

That sad night movie still repeating

to this trapped audience.

 

Our empty bed long recoiled

from the warm spot where you once slept.

The house bereft of everything

but the dust of our together days.

Nothing to hear but the beat of my breath,

the breeze that diluted your scent centuries ago.

 

Then you shake me awake

‘Are you O...

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Also by David T Jones:

Dawn by the river | Relationship karma | Wistful @ Wittering | Beatification and snacks |

Back To Infinity.

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I have seen our souls escaping,

In my dream state. 

Bearing witness as they swiftly drift through the night breeze with ease and it nearly appears as though they are...

retracing,

Their,

precarious steps across the sands of time but before the hands of time they were headed toward the City of Lost Ways, located deep inside of a jungle which has somehow lost its days, and yet the su...

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poetry or whisky

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I love the taste of good wine and beer
or not so good wine and beer come to that
I love Scotland too 
The terrifying mountains
The beautiful views of lochs and other watery places

The Scot-o-philes that I meet are often whisky-o-philes
I would like to commune and wax about single malts with these lovely people
But I want to spit the stuff out
I am frightened of getting a taste for it

...

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the big lie

The Big lie

 

 When I first made the girl who became the love of my life

                        love happens by accidents- I didn`t want her to become pregnant

although she wanted children. I said our love was so strong

 we didn`t need anyone to upset our happiness, but her longings

for motherhood became too strong, she left me for another man

and got eight children, she dies...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

birthdays reflection | the trance | the illness | on meeting Socrates | olympic sport | (untitled) | the day Charles`s mask fell off | under a stone | resurrection | Cry Freedom Lapland | indoctrination | The Nordic Dilemma | the Plateau | insubstantial | indoor and outdoor plants | a story of a mountain | the child in us | the cleaning lady | the gloom of October | the para | God`s laughter | a poem of disappointment | Dance of the wolves | love`s agony | tomorrows future | sexism | August night | lonely is the famous | Balfour | Balfour | autumnal air | the french connection |

The Gift Of The Gab

Why do they always think they know better . Why not give others a chance . Thinking their always right when all could be wrong . They are rude and sometimes uncaring  . Won't let others speak has they find . Thinking their thoughts are the only ones listened to . So others keep quiet and find . It's best to jump in and be forcefull . Be brave speak your mind , have your say . It's better than not ...

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Excuses for Extreamists | Hope | Politicians | The Bravest Of The Brave | Bad Feelings | Our Banks | How Dare He | Faith In Others . |

"Diana Prince Forever!"

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Snob!
That's what my parents always called me with a smirk
But I wasn't
I was just different

The highlight of my week wasn't watching Knight Rider like the other boys
It was Wonder Woman
Imagining myself wearing her gold tiara and bracelets
Her lasso of truth
Spinning round and saving the world
Then going back to being normal Diana Prince

My older brother bought me Action Man
And all ...

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Motivation

Motivation

 

I'm really impressed with how 

professional everyone is

 

Despite where your eyes go

It takes a lot to wake up 

 

Every morning and 

Do what you're told

 

Despite what you know 

Of the world

 

I like that tie 

You're wearing

 

That's a wonderful

Hairstyle

 

Are we ready to

Make money

 

Are we ready to

Monopolize

...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Meet The New People | Little Flashing Man | Improvised Devices | Imperfect Circumstances | We could be artists | Drawing Circles | Another Thing Again | Content | Playing Adults | Miss Stoic | Ex-introverts | Dirty | pledge drive promises | Traveling with you | Like Snowden |

These empty streets

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It was always too late for us, my love,

Cold winds blew our dreams away

Before I could even say 'I love you so'.

Along these empty streets the scattered

Snow in the icy air tells me you're not there.

I took you into my dreams before I even knew

You existed and all the twists of life bounded

Up with you. But who can see the end of life

In this storm of wind and cold and bein...

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Also by John E Marks:

Winter | Forget-me-not | Tràighean | A terrible beauty | The Stolen Child | Riding the Wind | Caillteanas buan de sonas | ALL SOULS' DAY |

retrogression

in his youthful day's

he used to wonder what he would look like

when he became as old as he is now

 

the images that the wondering 

put in his young mind then

really used to make him laugh

 

but that was then

 

if only he could laugh at them now

instead if crying

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Also by Rose Casserley:

facing up to me | for reparation in a time of disrepair | taking a leaf from the book of animality | the allowance of breath is........ |

Broken shells

Guarded and cocooned was I,

In a shell , believed to be built in stone .

Years of shelter from the warmth 

And distances from hearts ,

Had indeed induced a chillness soaked within .

 

He broke the shell, as if it were of thin air ,

His enthusiasm made me lie bare .

Apprehension and disbelief lasted a while ,

But, the excitement of a whole new world at my feet ,

And  t...

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Deeper By Night


my wish ing well dee per by night
the moon a pen ny tum bling in
through cease less re vo lu tions I
lay as un con scious on the floor
some one laid a coat o ver me
the old in tox i ca ted rogue
up to my neck sink ing dee per
I hoped to wake un a ware of
where I lay be fore the thick et
of par tic u la ri ty has
me pinned in place like a spi der
or fly on the web just to praise
the old...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

A Poem Between Friends | Refugees | Refugees In Peril | Much | A woman is like a white | Swami Speaks | Fundamental Particles |

The Seasons Pass

i. Spring

 

The joy that springs as dormant world revives,

Renewing all that winter’s sleep had lost.

The vivid green that sprouts and quickly thrives,

When freed from chilling chains of snow and frost.

 

The ice begins to melt, the streams to surge

In spate, to swell the rivers to the seas;

They pass, and feed the flowers that emerge,

And succour the renewal of the t...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Another Day | A Bee Meanders | Early Train |

If We Can Be Children Again (Poem)

When we’re newborns and toddlers,

 

We’re so eccentric and authentic,

 

Eager and ecstatic,

 

To start living our life.

 

Gazing at the night sky, 

 

We ponder the brilliance,

 

An amazing masterpiece, 

 

A great work of art.

 

There must some force,

 

That created this world,

 

That’s giving me breath,

 

That’s protecting me and ca...

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Also by Danny G.:

Creation And Seasons (Poem) |

 

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Healing Your Heart.

Your eyes supply the unfortunate clue
The uneven pathway of tears
Give away the hurt you have been through
Ripped apart, picked apart your heart

When something so beautiful has been broken
It can never be as it once was
Put back together and  possibly re-awoken
Held in place by sheer will and hope

No matter how much of your heart you give me
I will respect it
No matter how much of yo...

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Also by Duncan McKenzie Ross:

Words and Truth | My Choice | Today | Love Hate? | Wake Up | From Here to Hades | Another one from the crazy dream collection ( as yet untitled) | Armageddon | Sailing With The Stars (revised) |

Accidents Will Happen

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For all the aging punks . With apologies to Elvis Costello.

 

Oh I just don't know where to begin:

we don't want it forever

so it's now or never.

We should keep them hanging on

till the investors have gone

and make sure they can’t get in

without a police chaperone.

 

chorus:

 

Because accidents will happen

if we let the frackers win

and we’ll all be the vi...

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Also by Tim Ellis:

Yesterday |

 

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This is the place

 

When they come they leave wounds

and empty spaces

we fill them with flowers and teddy bears

and all night vigils

 

Promises of resilience and unity never to be beaten

they return never to be beaten

we repeat with futile endurance

and so it goes

 

Slashing and blasting

and praying and crying

endless sorrow

what the fuck

 

Bring on the dancing girls

...

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Also by Wolfgar:

Fledgling | Spectrum | At Nevill Holt | Epilogue for a friend | In tea rooms | Poets are not entitled | Dacha | Your suffering offends me please do it quietly | Toggle tweak | The Rattlers | November rides in | Fake poetry man | You're id |

 

 

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The Glowering Mists of Autumn

The Glowering Mists of Autumn

 

As I travel life's journey I'm often-times struck

By a vision both novel and possibly true; that serenity

In a dangerous world without luck,

Is impossible; but is there a temporal divinity?

 

Perhaps the root causes of wonder and joy

Really are in the sky, or on Dante's fine peak,

Or my fireside, where the dance won't annoy

In the compa...

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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Perignon | De Jeune | Great White Heron | Life by Numbers | Australia Centurion | Air Worthiness | Lady Porcelain Kindness | The Tower of the Winds | The Humble Heart of the Craftsman | The Quiet Soldier | Pavane | Tone Poem | The Imperfect Gardener | Sun - Kings |

 

 

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cell

Belief 

leads me

through the trapdoor 

of

my

mind

 

into the cell

 

No walls

save for my 

own convictions 

 

Life fed

through 

a hatch in

the 

closed 

door 

 

to freedom

 

No bars

save for 

myself

 

Sentence

to solitary 

within the

convictions

of

my

 

Own mind

 

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

to be a lamb | A girl called intensity | salvation | Monochrome Secret | Death of Belief | cut copper | Seeping River | pigeon |

My Muse Is Dead

Beige walls stand empty where original artworks once hung
A woman, beyond her years in mind and body, sits at her desk
Staring at a screen that, despite vast knowledge at her fingertips
Is empty
The cloud of cognizance that enveloped her has cleared
Ridiculed by those she trusted
"Over medicated"
No more pills
No more gange
Nothing to help control the demons within her mind
There is no feeling o...

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Also by Miranda Fegan:

Untitled | Good Girl | My Ray Of Sunshine | Pick Up (A Selfish Poem) | Creative | Stupid | Take Them | I Miss You | Homesick Walls | I Can Be Good (Z) | Cast Aside | I Know Who I Am | How Are You | My Ocean (S) | Haven't Changed | A Promise to You (Z)(11/01/2017) | Soul (10/16/2017) | Not This Way (Z) (11/20/17) | What on your mind? (Smoke Signals) (October '17) | A Cloud of Cognizance (October '17) | Patience (September '17) | Oh, Pixie (January '17) | Bittersweet (S) (July '17) | I See What Is To Happen (11/8/2017) | Sol (9/11/2017) | Home (20/11/2017) |

 

 

 

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Letters with Words

Sky gets brighter

Black dog appears

Calling my name

Whispering as he nears

 

Words softened, falling

One by one, letters

Clinched, left broken

Fragments and pieces

 

Captured and glued

A story is breaking

Two sides reconciling

To harmony and healing

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Infatuation

Eyes are the windows to the soul, so they say.
Well yours, my darling, all but take my breath away.
Inviting, captivating, and mesmerising beauty.
Pools of stardust, that twinkle, glitter, sparkle so cutely.

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Also by Kayleigh Denton:

Maternal Affliction | Contemplation |

Sitting In thoughts

Sitting in thoughts, deep thoughts, hoping that tomorrow will bring a better day. Tired of sitting at home, thinking, deeply, in thoughts. Looking at my phone, wondering if, i will get that call to say there's a job vacancy. Come along for an interview. That one job that will make a big change in my life, a life I long for, a life that will give me all I desire and more.

And as the day closes a...

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Windows

Somehow there is a window open from me to you, 

Not my fault as it's not yours, 

Yet still you blame,. 

Why can't you accept 

and send goodwill and peace, 

It seems when I am tired or sad, 

Not often 

You sense this 

as if you feel what I feel 

and it makes you angry 

I don't know why, 

Maybe I should close this window 

Bolt it shut, 

Or put up pretty curtain...

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Also by Nicola Byrnes:

Kisses | Magical ways | The trouble with me | (untitled) | Silent words | (untitled) | Mountains | Crazy Diamond | Moonlight. |

love rat-love rut

Two years on since your leaving

and still the mithering memory of you

comes haunting again

possessing a particular shadow

I left on the back burner of my mind

as if picked out and illuminated by a spotlight of regret

in order to put it back in place 

I try to scramble my thoughts

as I have before

and before

 

only this time the image of you persists in staying

s...

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Also by Jemima Jones:

the dream cut loose | belated realizations about my Father | of a suicide |

"It"

Where did He put it?

Why can't I find it?

Is it in the dew drop on the sharpest tentacle of the grass?

Or is that tree hiding it in the 90th ring in its bark?

Do I have to find an 8th sea in the quest to have it?

Or should I look for it in the drop of blood of the ant squished under a giant's foot?

Did you have it as a legacy or got it in inheritance?

Did you somehow lose it a...

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Also by Sidra Shahid:

My Dear Muse of Writing! | Gradual Descent in Life | "You're so lucky" they say! | Am I the worst one You have yet made?! | Dear God! | Burn the Fairytale Books! | The Subjects Don't Change, The Effects Do! | I am not whole | From myself to Jane Austen | We are All Actors | Questions Questions | My Anxiety | Poor Little Rich Girl |

The Theif, The Craftsman, The Artist, The Liar.

I'm afraid to kiss you
Because of the fear of being left breathless
Gasping for air 
The theif you are stealing life from my lungs

I'm afraid to leave you
Because without you near I'd surely fall apart
Picking up the pieces 
The craftsman you are, putting me back together

I'm afraid to be loved by you 
Because of the unrealistic, idealistic picture you paint of me
Every brush stroke
The...

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has to stop somewhere

Dare i to write a masterpiece of never ending rhyme? Where story flows and emtions grow with every single line?

keep writing and writing until one page somehow turns to four, nd four keeps on growing until suddenly there are four more?

And try as i might i just cant stop from letting the ink flow. Everything i write will link and just seemingly appear to go,

For example when starting to w...

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Also by Scott Villers-Stubbs:

News | parenthood |

 

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A Fire Screen for Learning

A Fire Screen for Learning

 

A card table and fire screen combination

a wedding gift to my parents

made entirely by hand

A woven tapestry of an alpine scene

in a wooden frame covered in glass

 

Every evening I would remove it

from its place in the hearth

re arrange it into a low table

on which my school homework was placed

 

I sat cross legged within easy rea...

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Also by keith jeffries:

The Najd | Disdain | The Visitor | What Comes Next | People Watching | Enveloped in Darkness | Destiny | The Passage of Time | The Cerebral Cavern | November | Appearances | Ageing | The Rat Race | Juxtaposed | My High Street | The Young | Petrified | A Life of Anxiety |

Ridiculous Rhymes

If I were a terrier

life would be merrier

If I were a hyena

I'd be served a subpoena

If I were a cobra

I'd rarely be sobra

If I were an otter

I'd behave like a rotter

If I were a cow

grass I wouldn't allow

If I were a hippo

I'd go in for a dippo

If I were a vulture

I'd acquire some real culture

If I were a rat

I'd fart at the cat

If I were a cheetah

...

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Also by jennifer Malden:

Jealousy | Perceptions | The boyfriend |

Honey Bees

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A honey comb, they have found,

Rich, and sweet, and golden brown,

And amongst the syrup screen.

Bumble bee has wooed his queen.

Sugar from his kiss she taste,

Slender arms around his waist,

This little bit on which she dined,

Leaves her wanting more she find.

So off he fly to find a bloom.

Nectar from its core he hewn.

To fly right back, set lips upon,

His honey gi...

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Also by Beno:

Seeing Dying | Autumn Capriccio | Family Vine | Treasure Island |

 

love

The Gift

Watching the mirror intently

She noticed if for a moment

A fantasy yet unknown.

 

A pulsing warmth, rippling and beckoning

A life waiting and begging for her to complete it

Just on the other side of that mirror.

 

She had never known but to shiver in the frost

And this prospect of Home enveloped her

Just as the last had when the mirror watched her in return

And so ...

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Also by E. Rider Brandau:

Return to Sender | Absence |

My Pain

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My pain

 

No more vibrations in my heart

Those beating are on a routine task

No monsoon or spring in my valley

Those changes are purely seasonal 

 

Why then I pray for a rain

Is it to seed burdened pain in my heart? 

Why then I cry for a rain

Is it to hide my tears behind? 

 

I am nothing, neither a proud vacuum, nor a filled ocean

 

A journey from me arou...

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With Love

summer ages with
a sudden hour
thin and
sun-softened

words follow
like leaves
each their own
separate turning

my sister tells me
what i don't remember

morning softens
bleeding into
a new light

and she begins
again

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Also by A.M. Clarke:

A Room Alone |

Hole

Sometimes, before I fall asleep,
I close my eyes and try to remember,
Hoping to drift away in the comfort 
Of our memories; the time we stole.
From where, I don't know. 
But I am sure of this 
Instead of peaceful bliss
I receive a kick in my stomach
Too painful to describe
It reaches my chest 
Giving me shortness of breath 
All sense of comfort is lost
Somewhere in the time that we sto...

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Also by Aishah:

While I wait | Lethargy |

BOGBRUSH BEATRIX

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I’d just cleaned up the clagnuts of a right humongous dump

When my reverie it got disturbed and on the door a thump

Announced the cleaner’s coming so I quickly let her in;

She raced hot-foot into the bog and bent beside the rim

Proceeding with her bogbrush to scour the crap within;

I saw we shared a fetish which is difficult to find

So I lifted up her tabard and I blobbed her fro...

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Also by John Coopey:

TAX EVASION | THE-SAD-AN'-LAMENTABLE-PASSIN'-O'-ALBERT-'IRST-AN'-'IS-PORK-PIE RAG | METRE | EMMA, EMMA ENEMA | IT STARTED WITH A KISS | HE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE |

ANOLINI

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ANOLINI

 

Anolini – pasta shells stuffed with meat

And cooked in broth, is what we’re eating;

Steam rises from plates but there’s no speaking,

We sip Chianti to moderate the heat

The first to break silence admits defeat;

Parmesan a generous sprinkling,

Grated black pepper our noses crinkling;

Each Christmas a ritual we repeat.

 

This dish from the mountains of Ital...

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ANOLINIFOODITALIAN COOKINGITALYSUBACCHI

What does it feel like?

What dose it feel like?

Does if feel like you’re floating?

On ice cold ocean waves,

Or lukewarm puffy clouds.

Does it feel like you have been hanging?

You’re finally cut loose,

Relived as you hit the ground.

Is it painful?

When you leave

Do you feel it?

Does your heart break?

Knowing your time has come,

While you fade into oblivion.

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Also by L-Mon:

Secrets | Purpose |

 

 

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Winter Haibun

The savage wolves of winter

tear at browned summer skin

rich pickings mean survival.

 

pine cones close tightly

in suffocating silence

ice needles glisten

 

Dark bears of December

pace and wait cagily

to feed on an easier corpse.

 

chill winds play their tune

a sombre fugue, low and raw

collides with mountains

 

January jackals quarrel

and spread ...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Poet's Retreat (1) | Bleeding Obvious Haiku | HAIKU or haiku | Falling Short | 2041 | Ghostwriting |

Windows into Me

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This is a window into me

Look and you may see

Smudges of yourself

And reflections of society

 

Windows in the form of

Framed soliloquies

Exhibitions for free

 

Clean my glass chalice

Clean my glass cauldron

Clean my glass coffin

 

A voyeurs gathering

Windows into me

Take a look and you may see

Smudges of yourself

And reflections of society

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Also by 220August:

All Dead | For a moment (Lyrics) | Seduce me | Missing you from me | Fall and Foster | Now Julie says man | When Our Song Becomes a Prayer | To Evona From Corbin |

 

Poemvoyeurism

Go For It

Love ain't shit if it ain't a little reckless

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Pantoum For Near Death

Her thoughts in the water
eyes the colour of the moon
mouth bubbling aether's froth
trying to speak, to breath

Eyes the colour of the moon
wording quick ancient tongues
trying to speak, to breath
ebbing loose her essence

Wording quick ancient tongues
mouth bubbling aether's frother
ebbing loose her essence
thoughts in the water 

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Protest At An American Petrol Station | When Bees Make Honey In A Goat's Skull | Abilify | Cold Cup | Notes On A Soiled Mattress |

Frost Bitten Stooge

What should I take with me to winter?

The warmth of your cheeks or the ice in your veins?

Through Cold hearts

Flow cold stares

When cruel intentions were small embers crying for life

Everyone of your kisses fuelled its flames

At every touch a chill

At every intersection I assessed this impasse

Masked as a self inflicted wound

Bombarded by over valued assumptions

I cav...

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A moment / the corner of the sky poems

 

Lying in a

bed of 

open

eagles

wings,

 

my lips 

rest upon

your lips

and my

soul

aches

to find

it's place

in yours.

 

we walk

the journey

before 

us your

hand held

strong

in mine,

 

the seeing

of life

shared

between

our open

spirit

eyes.

 

we become

true

witness

to the

world

and ener...

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NOVEMBER UNIFORM

Still with the written word - my comic-crime novel of the above title is now available via Amazon (Kindle

version)  plus a "look-in feature/ while print copies can be ordered from the above and other major retailers.  I've managed to include some rhyme/verse at various points in my story and that pleases me.

ISBN 9781786232502 

Christmas is coming!

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VENT OF ABUNDANCE

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It was twilight,

blaze peeping the pane.

All set to fly,

and to break the chain.

All of the sudden,

she was free.

Of so-called fetter,

and of life's spree.

Without any frontier,

without any irk.

She was at bliss,

even enjoying the quirk.

To reach the top,

let's sit at vent.

Be ready to fly,

and eradicate the dent!

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Also by MANISHA SAINI:

CLEAR THE FEAR |

The latter of the two

This is short and too the point.

life.

no the Earth.

The Earth has given you two choices:

The first being as a scorpion trapped in the deceptive tangles of a well made web, a lemming in mans cycle of destruction, of both the mind and the physical.

The second being as a frog, cherishing the habitation and nurishment received by the lily pad that springs forth of the moist bed, allowi...

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beautydeathlifenature

kitchen

for amy

 

kitchen

my gran clears beer lines,

caustic fizzes in the sink;

round the kitchen table -

my baby walker now a car;

the scent of daytime beer.

 

the dog smells dead fowl;

yelps, pines for running,

my dad’s van and Sundays;

feathers as death’s proof;

heavy, high, hanging flesh.

 

vicious grins and woollen hair,

pagan gods of carved turnip,

...

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Crombies

 

we used to buy for pennies
old Crombie overcoats
from church jumble sales
with smooth 'n' silky linings
and boy did they look good
and boy did they feel good
over our ripped jeans
and safety pinned shirts
with laced-up boots 
and dyed mohicans
we brought the past back to life
with a pogo and a shout
and we placed our lives
in those warm deep pockets
in mostly small change
and M...

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Also by Colin Hill:

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Old Faithfulls

He refuses to fetch my shoes when he needs walking,

Never did learn that accommodating trick.

Just sits there, head cocked to one side,

Pretending not to understand, whimpering softly.

 

They sit, dutifully waiting, on the hallway stand,

Lurking in the espadrilles, trainers and shiny, well-heeled soles.

Boots of an older generation, wrinkled patina of rustic ramblings,

Libe...

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Also by Rob J Mann:

Bedtime | Wasted Trees | Haiku: Personal Ads | Haiku: Poisson |

At the end of my day

Every breath I take 

Every second alone that passes on

Never before I had felt so little 

Never before you had gone

Had I ever said that much

Why couldn't you see the truth when everything was there 

Nothing was there to hide

Everything that I had to abide

Every time I see your face now

I see only your smile 

You have gone so far 

That only your shadow speaks with ...

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Perfectly Broken | Mindless Whispers | Love passes with time |

Passing Fashions

When they grow up they dress in a new life:

a family of new suits and shirts to wear.

And the ties are new too.

He strides out on his new catwalk

proudly wearing his new self,

blind to the day the cloth may unravel

or fade or lose its style.

What will clothe him then?

I shall not grace his shoulders again:

I am the coat he has outworn

in my pockets are his memories

...

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Danse Macabre | Winter from a Window | Parallel Echoes of Love | Ancestral | Three Haiku | Microcosm | Zen Reflexions | Above the Valley |

 

clothescoatsfamiliesfashionlifememoriessuitsthe past

How?

How do I get back to the

bilious nature of melancholy

that stole my days

like thunder clapping in mock 

gestures - how do I maintain

those glorious colours that rain

gave to me and others 

without pain?

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Unconditional Positive Regard | Backwards | Mini tusk trunk | Strangers | Scuttle Pincer | It's working | Cosmopolitan brightness |

bitter pill

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from times unfolding alignment

I have learned to accept

and respect

life's parallel to death

his approaching breath

I feel drawing near and near

acknowledged though I must hide the fear

 

of being taken to some enigmatic place

is it I wonder a home that my soul will grace

or will a different revelation correct

all I once did foolishly comprehend

 

and bring m...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

ambushed by natural submission |

How do I love?

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The lamp lit up
The dark room
Eyes half-awaked
A blank stare
At blinding light
Like a ray
Shooting the self
Capturing
Reasons to hate
The good life
That must have been
When one day
Faced a road's bend
Beheld pain
In the mirror
Bleeding tears
Drowning the sight
Of real love
Of a real man
Worth to fight
For forever
Beyond death
And to a dream
Of a life
Of love beyond
Everyth...

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Also by Marianne May:

To the Waves and to the Sun |

 

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I wish I could say that I want you to be happy.

But truthfully,

I want you to miss me at 3 am 

when your bed is cold.

I want you to feel sad

when you're in the car

and my favorite song comes on.

I want you to realize 

that I'm not around.

I want you to notice

the traces of me everywhere.

I want you to feel this

just because

I'm too selfish.

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May Flowers | five courses. | Drunk | absent | Cheating | I can sense goodbyes | November |

The Wind's Lament

( a section of quatrains excerpted from a larger narrative poem)

The sun which once warmed the morning dew,
Gave my breezes the scent of thyme,
Now it barely climbs above the yew
Spreading over that grave on the chine.

And what if I danced now before you,
As the waves along the shore?
Would you know that he did adore you,
Feel the warmth of his love like before?

Oh Annie! Soon the l...

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A Conversation with Cocaine.

I am the warm arms of a mother
That sweep you up
And carry you away from this pain.
That smother you in happiness
Absent parents couldn’t provide.
You’ll drift for a while.
Then with the flicker of a lid
You’ll slide into clouds of
Sweet perfumed dreams.

Just a child of 15.

Floating from job to job.
Hour to hour.
A withering flower
Blossomed for drought.

Let it happen.

Shut ...

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THE RENEWABLE CYCLE

RE

In days of old, at the dawn of time
when life was microbes in primal slime
Mother Nature in contemplation
declared the start of repeat creation.
  Varieties of life, will grow and mate
in a unique way to perpetuate
 forms of life with various span
plus one special item, “Intelligent man”
where worldly creatures, whatever of station
 will in death...feed the Earth,
for a future gene...

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Also by ken eaton-dykes:

YOUR NOT HALF THE MAN HE WAS |

 

Do we inherit stupidity from the food chain?

If It Started This Christmas

As the year moves ever closer to it’s end,
I wish to call out to each and every friend,
to say I wish them all peace and goodwill,
with plenty to eat & even some wine to spill.

The greatest gift I could wish to see for us all,
would be peace and love forever, so that we’d recall,
it started one Christmas and was then always adored,
I believe if we share goodwill we never would be bored.

...

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Reflection

Look in the mirror, who do you see

You call your self by the name 

Is it really what you feel? 

You judge the shape of yours 

But can you see within? 

Start pointing things to change

Why can you stop being mean?  

Accept the beauty that you are 

And see yourself us shying Star

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Also by Artur Hulboj:

Moment to moment and in between | Guiding Pen | Drum | Emotions |

Love losses

Since that mans lady left him, he's not been living sober, he spends a lot of time talking to the inhabitants of his shoulders , one tells him to "give up son you know you life is over" the other says "stand strong mate you've always been a soldier"

 

What's done is done you've had your fun, now I'm afraid it's time to move on"

 

I watch him wondering around in time, pretending and tel...

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Also by Luke:

Our comfort | A positive step |

Society

As an organism, I’m tied to natural

rhythms, natural scales, natural life cycles.

And I sit in my concrete home, watching sci-fi

LED technology, drinking a liquid

synthesised in a tank, which I’m not sure really

is an actual drink, although the flavour is

supreme.  So I wonder where does reality

come in?  That I am natural, I rely on

the sun to make my food, the air to brea...

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Also by Rich:

Machine | About our world | Quiet |

Favourite Shoes

My dad's favourite shoes

He saved them for best

He wore them just once

As we laid him to rest

 

 

 

 

Dedicated to the loving memory of Jack Evans; love you dad x

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bereavementdadshoes

bestfriend

live with yourself

for the rest of your life. 

i know it's hard but 

you'll put up a fight. 

because you finally see, 

this life is worth livin

you are the best friend 

that i have been given 

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Also by TAY:

bestfriend |

Rabbit Holes

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I met her in a wave of misery
and she set her heart 
on healing me.
In my dismay, I lost my way, 
fell down a hole, 
marginalized my soul, 
magnified the pain, 
polarised now, bound in shame. 

I show my pain to take it away. 
Inside it sits, eating each day 
all the light inside 
collected along the way.  
I paved it, paved the way 
for the misery to enter 
and become a part, 
sacre...

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Also by MyDystopiA:

Poem in Progress G | My Muse | Once |

 

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By-the-Sea

They were living the dream-

Their dream:

All candles and sea hair

In Carmel-by-the-Sea,

Where crisp breezes flow

Through wispy ocean trees;

Where they lie in tequila sunrises

Finding each other in daydreams

Of tangled cotton sheets and hair.

 

In a web of silk and satin sand,

Skin in moonlit waters shone;

He laughed of sailing to the sea,

She talked of drivin...

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Also by Tia Lattanzio:

Lay Still | August 9, 1995 | Paper Dance | Crytallized Ginger and Eskimo Kisses | Made of These | Split Pea Soup | Pinup Girl | A Criminal Mind | "I" |

Reminiscent

Wind rocks my boat tonight,
Sitting on this bed I feel little more than whole,
The nausea creating holes in my fickle heart.

Father walks cold in the streets of Paris,
Back turned to me,
I wander further upon this ragged terrain.

Distant memories fading yet again,
For in the presence of men and wind,
My skin becomes fatal.

The very blood,
Putrid,
And foul.

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Also by Adrian Metcalf:

Ring Around the Roses |

 

abandonanxietyDepressionfearmemoryself-hate

Destined to succeed

I have no reasons to stop, no reasons to halt,
I have no reasons to cry over my fault.

I have no reason to fear, ah! no depression;
I have no reasons to regret
Or betray my passion.

Life often puts me in a hell,
Yet I find a grace,
When it pushes me unto heaven
I don't lose my face.


I might have got no respect
Not a penny fame.
Yet I am not without a critic
Nor without a dirty name...

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Sweetest of Places

I guess them cigarettes just caught up to you
You watch me grow up into a man 
Thank you for not letting my mom adopt me out
I know things won't be the same without you

Can you not go yet
I know it's selfish to ask you to stay
But you always cared 
I just wanted to thank you for that

I don't know what to do right now
This water just keeps pouring out of my eyes
And I don't know how t...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

My Birthday Wish | The Waiting Man | Letter To April | Not Alone | Good Morning Sunshine | Forever Girl |

LET GO

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Photos tell a sunny

tale

Seldom are the 

dark moments

recorded

 

As I age I find comfort in that

 

Better to let ugly experiences

rest in bad dreams

For that is what they feel like...

not real

 

Such a gift that is for those

who know how to let go

of their nightmares

and cling to sweet memories.

By Lynn Hahn

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Also by lynn hahn:

STORY | ONLY A FOOL |

Don't Let Go

Your smile melts me,

With just a laugh I'm yours.

I see your eyes bright up and it drives me wild,

Releasing the butterflies,

Allowing them to fly with joy.

 

I said I love you,

As you simply smiled and hugged me.

Don't let go...

I will miss your warmth,

Your way of making me feel safe.

 

Tell me to stay the night.

Let me fall asleep in your arms,

Let me f...

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Also by Joanne German:

The book |

 

dont let golostsmile

All the same

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...


so slowly I walk alone
like the cat in the love song
you two will meet all the same
in the dust of my heart beat.
so as I say my farewell
two friends or lovers
as far as i can tell
I'll catch my last train all the same
so good bye
so good bye.

he wants to be with you I know
he sez it in songs of dreams.
no morals for the bells
as they, they chime for you

we can sit and lie
...

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Excuse my hand

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Love

A term I seldom use

Summer clothes

Packed in tight

Memories

A voice declares

"Doors closing"

Faces forward

Such quiet

A hushed phenomena 

What would our ancestors 

make of this crushed

closet?

Strangers allowing strangers

thier Intimate space

Expelled air 

The body's breath

A nervous cough suppressed 

A weary sigh

eyes meeting 

eyes ...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Nowhere to go | Where lays it? | Where did it go? | Elliot | What's in store | (untitled) | Brothers in bed |

Milestone

Milestone or

             Millstone?

Holding me back

        or

Propelling me forward?

Measuring my progress

        or

Reminding me of missed opportunities?

A rite of passage

        or

A gift drowned in the middle passage?

A lost visage of my lost cultural heritage?

How do I know when I am a woman?

When does a man know to begin to desire me?

How do I nam...

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Also by Dyphrent:

Carpe Momentum | Uncomfortable | Upset | Orchasm | Inevitables |

Sleep

The daily cycle, 

The Monotonous grind,

The constant desire just to unwind.


When everything but that occupies your thoughts,

Life is but a burden,

Of that I am sure.


Whether you remember or not,

It's release is so sweet,

Not once more,

But a twenty four hour repeat.

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The rhythm of the trees

The music of the axe

 can be heard half a mile away

singing and swinging

As it falls and bites

The even rhythm of sweat and spittle

In the big gnarled and calloused hands

Marked with drizzle from sinewed flesh

Every blow counted across

Arms legs and back

revealed being almost as old

As the tree, itself

among great searing knotted oaks

That look on through noddin...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Dance of death |

I'll get back to you

Five words can be all it takes to set your mind at ease for a while.

Great, I'm not forgotten you'll think.

I am of interest.

 

But time passes.

 

Time heals all wounds?

Time brings with it opportunity for worry.

Time is the enemy of the impatient.

Time feeds the anxious like oxygen feeds a flame, fuelling the panic until it burns so brightly it consumes everything in it...

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Also by RightInTheFeels:

Upon Reflection | Twilight Reclusive | Bad Joke |

 

get back to youpatienceTimewaiting

A Storm Was Raging

I woke this morning
 before dawn
In the deep
 quiet of the night.

A gentle breeze was telling me
 "Go back to sleep"

But I was restless.

I rose thirsty, thinking of water
 but found myself walking
Past the kitchen,
 to the back hall.

I put on my sandals and left.

Walking east, I marveled
 at the brightness of the Morning Star
"Phosphorus" you had called it once;
 it seemed...

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water

Zimbabwe, November 2017

Zimbabwe, November 2017

 

I'm not a fan of coups

But if this one ousts Mugabe

Then, woohoo!

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We Shall Remember

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41 million casualties since the war began

John Condon among them, died like a man

He was only 18 when he met his demise

Ypres, Belgium he finally closed his eyes

 

We shall remember

 

He wasn’t the youngest to serve in this plight

In Serbia Momčilo Gavrić claimed that right

Promoted to corporal instead of being at school

At eight years old he was the armies fuel.

 

...

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First world warremembrancesoldierswar poetry

HUGGED

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you fit tightly around me
chosing to be close to your heart
holding you closely in my arms
praying never to loose you again

every second of a minute
every minute of an hour
every hour of a day
squeezing memories forever

never will yesterday be the same
for now is now that feels so great
to seize everything good or bad
nonetheless, all of this is worth it. :)

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My Angels Casket

The Saints even have a diabolical laughter as they watch my Angels cry. This Halo of Death has become the horror of my mind. Anguish has but a shrill scream that exposes my grave. Is it true, I will be buried alive? Chocking on the chains of my Angels Casket, gasping from hidden Sorrow, my Reaper shrieks from within. Dancing with his glee awakens the Beast. Volatile is his character. Shards of gla...

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Where are you Hope?

The days grew lull and lull

So did the yellow walls

Trapped in them was a beautiful soul which had

Dreams that got faded dull

Wondering if she got stuck in the fall

Satisfying the needs of her faithful

Alas! Sighed her ambitions in dismal

Is this the fate of every girl Trapped in the strands of marital tinsel?

No! Shouted the relentless hope from the dark tunnel

"I may n...

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It Was Midsummer

It was a funny thing

Because they were together

But they were divorced

And he was dying of a terminal disease,

Then she went away on holiday

And left him there

And he turned to me.

 

I gave him my phone number

Because I was always out

And he couldn't crawl along the corridor

To my place

For nothing.

 

He was thin,

Gaunt.

I think he had a colostomy ba...

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Also by Hannah Collins:

The Unknown Soldier |

The Dresser

From the front at least

A beautiful victorian dresser

From behind

The ugly truth

Assembled from wooden orange crates

The company name stamped

Telling of a former

More humble existence

 

Two little drawers

One at each side

Gunmetal latch handles

Age worn

From opening and closing

Hold family secrets

Make up

Lipstick stumps

 

Snaps from Blackpool ...

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AcceptanceChildhood memoriesDadFamilyMumSafety

Silent Noise

On a cool summer night when there is no breeze blowing

no horns or cars whizzing by

nobody talking on the sidewalk

no engines running

Nothing

I am alone with my thoughts

and for a moment I forget who I am

I forget I have been murdered by my memories

and I realize I would give up every good thing in my life

just to forget the bad from before

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Nearly a haiku

The advantaged advance.

As they supply the music

"It's a fine romance."

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don't burn.

to you,

i am nothing.

 

every memory

every laugh 

every smile

every tear

every mistake

every argument

every compliment

is nothing.

 

i could never compare

to weed

according to you.

 

i could never compare

to autism and down syndrome jokes

according to you.

 

my love for you

the fact that you're my best friend

the things you've help...

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Also by m.k.:

maybe, I.J. |

 

 

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