Poetry Blogs (Feb 2017)

Game for two

I opened the front door and she just had her boots
Standing in front of me with sexy confidence
The light dimly on her, her curves in opulence
Wanting a reaction of swelling attributes

Looking up and pausing at her beautiful smile
Then down a bit further to her amazing tits
Her nipples glistening with the hardened pink bits
Perfection in my eyes as I stare her profile

The mound of her ...

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Also by Louis Audet:

The tap | Her lover | When I was a lover | Terrible Vacation | Death | Dark Eyes | The photo | My Poetry | Journey towards love | Bachelorette | Evening of Fun | The old Virgin | Mr Fantismo and the sea monster | All the same | Ode to Ore | Past Fun | Sincerity | Ode to a Capricorn | Ode to an Aquarius | Ode to a Libra | Seeker of Knowledge | Leadership | The meeting of two | The moon | Small town boy | Equality | Choices | Feeling you | Falling fantasy | model for one day |

Fat woman in a tree

 

The old carob tree by the roadside had grown big leaning partly

over the road and trucks often brushed against branches which

caused the tree or the person in the tree to scream.

We didn`t know a fat woman lived in the crown of the tree it was

chopped down and its timber used to make headboards and

kitchen tables: the fat woman who had lost her tree took ...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

the domestic war | sun fall | two men and a woman | a woman of substance | a woman of substance | when Trump rode into town | time and doom | the rule of law | the sober seraph | full moon | the mirror of truth | the serene world | the tree of ages | upgrading | immigration | the orchard | reflection in the sunlight | hyenas | down syndrome | the oppressed | lost love | intoxication | kicked around | DR Congo | dogs | abstraction | daddy girl | fisherman`s cap | skeleton |

Long distance

It’s 30 miles from mine to yours

But every night it feels like more

When I get in and clear my head

I want you but get me instead.

 

The smell of weariness and gloom

Has killed your hairspray and perfume

Though misplaced socks and sleeping mask

Make through the week a simpler task

 

In this, my fucking freezing flat

(No you to sort the thermostat)

It feels like ...

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Also by Neil Robertson:

M56 | Evaporation | The Final Platform |

Why?

I'm told to just give up, forget it,

forgiveness for all,

the past doesnt matter,

of course they'd let us fall.

 

no pretense is needed,

no i reason i can recall,

for why they left us bleeding,

right down here on the floor.

 

I want to wish them well

my best friend after all,

but forgetting isn't easy

and i can only crawl.

 

my sunshine has now faded

...

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A Legend of Mr and Mrs Tell

A finely-cut glass bowl of apples

on their sideboard stood. A wedding present,

symbol of their homemaking - for years

it never emptied. The magic apples,

plump and sweet, were eaten

eagerly - yet always more appeared.

 

Time passed. The apples were consumed

less avidly. They sat for longer,

started to show signs of rot.

The new ones, when they came, were not as sweet.

...

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Also by john netting:

Final | A Much Earlier Version of "Time Comes" | Time Comes | Epona's Roses | Credential | Fusion Power | Born Wild | BETWEEN ISLANDS |

last conversation/childhood thoughts

 

cumulus clouds

building up


like a child's

 

preschool

blocks on

the horizon.

 

neatly placed

one on
top of 
the other.

uncertain what

 

their final

form might be.
and beneath them


we dangle 
and tangle

in mid 
afternoon 
conversation

 

looking for 
a word

 

stretching for 
an emotion.

 

what left 
footed

 

dance...

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Also by david patrick simon:

First loves /childhood thoughts | pirates of sorts / the nowhere poems | excuse my clumsy circumstance / the nowhere poems | no gum chewing allowed / the nowhere poems | banquets of sorts / the nowhere poems | half past love in your eyes / the nowhere poems |

The Waiting Room

Sat here waiting
Stupid posters on the wall
Like knowing 1/4 matters
Mental health for all. 

The chairs are stained and dirty,
Water fountain broke,
Magazines outdated.
Even leaflets on a stroke. 

The receptionist she mumbles,
Or is it the glass screen,
Protects her from the patients, 
Ring bells - they are unclean.

Mental or a leper,
It really doesn't matter.
You're all in thi...

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Also by Louise Hogg:

Poison Fairies | Staple Gun Lover | Written Off | Perfect Pair |

 

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Def Poetry Jam

This television series is about spoken word poetry. The series features performances by established and up-and-coming spoken word poets. Performances also include special appearances by well-known actors and musicians. The series included historical legendary poets such as: Jamie Foxx, Malcolm Jamal Warner, Daniel Beaty, Jill Scott, Common, Kayne West, Tracy Morgan, Doug E. Fresh, Floetry, Raf...

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Also by Ebonaya Smallwood:

Lay Me Down (In My Grave With Them) | True Love | best poem ever Harlem: By Langston Hughes | The best song I ever heard |

Emergency: Creative Hiatus

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I've lost my way

my insight has disappeared

out of sight

hiding somewhere in this rut.


stale ideas coat the air

like bad breath,

my imagination 

is not fertile any more.


the lights have gone out

on my creativity,

I can't find any words

to fill the page.

 

I'm just staring in the dark,

hiding under blank sheets

on an empty bed

until somebody wakes...

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Also by Paul Waring:

The Taste Of Lisbon | Assive Smoking | Mr. Bumfrantic | Largin' It In Later Life | Mrs Fox | a glimpse through the side door of paradise | Breaking Bread With The Dead | The Heart Of The Matter | write, edit, re-write, write, edit, re-write | A Descending Depression | just a small boy | Enough Is Enough | An Exquisite Hand Job | one syllable love | Kissing The Lips Of The Sea | Thai Bride | Haiku: Whiffy Communication | Some Lie and Some Die | Edward Burra: The Snack Bar (1930) | Bob Hope Saved Me | Ice and Fire of Desire | Levity, Brevity and Gravity | TAKE THE RAP | THE BULLY | Casino Face | Black Dog |

Chariots of the Sun

This poem is a short affirmation and image of a small holiday island some eleven miles offshore from Fremantle, Western Australia. It began as a prison for aboriginal men and boys after 1838, and from 1902 served as a gubernatorial retreat from the intense summer heat. It is sear and dry, bereft of natural surface water, and now is a watery playground for fishers, boaters, surfers and many others....

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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Wet | Silhouette | Saint James of the Field of Stars | The City Shadowed | Saudade | Lost | Adagio of the Heart | A Man I Know | Losing Faith |

 

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I am a Woman

I am a woman

Covered with different feminine flaws

Emotional, hysterical, pathetic that’s my nature

I am a woman

Ironically tough

Fragile, vulnerable, soft so, handle with care

I am a woman

I am desirable,

I wear a unique perfume scent that is not overwhelming but inviting

I am a woman

Basically naive

I date, hug, and kiss only the man I love

I am a woman

Emo...

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Also by MGS:

Were In Love | BITTER | PARTING | INFIDELITY |

"Glastonbury Fayre"

The driver of a leathery 

Clapped out Hillman Hunter

Reeking of Capstan full strength 

And Lifebuoy soap

Dropped me off outside Devizes.

 

Rain came

I prised open a door to escape

Unrolling my doss bag 

On a scout hut floor.

 

I crept out early while the village slept

Washing down Kendal Mint Cake 

With a pint of gold top

Pirated from some bugger’s door.

...

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Also by Rick Gammon:

"Et camera non mentior." | "Village Scene, Lincolnshire" |

it was an accident

i was tearing the wings from eagles

while you caught mayflys

with your forked tongue

 

try grief so thick

it crawls between your legs

then come home

honey pie

 

lets dodge

lamps and crockery

like we used to

when it was raw

 

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Also by Stuart Buck:

umeboshi/autumn | i am lost and you are lost so maybe we are not lost | everybody is talking but nobody is saying anything | for love | solo sei piedi di terra ci rende tutti uguali | apricots |

Selfish

I hate you 
You took me 
And I hate you 
You didn't ask
You just did 
Did what you want 
You didn't care
You said you did 
But you were selfish 
I hate you 
You took me 
Because you wanted to
You took me
But you didn't have funds 
You didn't have means
You took me 
But you couldn't keep me
So you dropped me
Left me
I hate you 
For taking me
Without being sure 
Without being s...

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Also by Aishah:

Noise | Awry | City slicker |

High street

Walking down the small town high street

Among the liquorice all sorts

Of shops cafes and pubs

There is the barbers

With flashing neon scissors

The corner café with the bloke

Who has cleared his plate

Of sausage egg beans and chips

And from a yawning plastic pouch

His hand rolls a neatly tailored cigarette

As his face his mind are somewhere else

 

Further up the...

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Also by Martin Elder:

To write or not to write |

The coming of a torch

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It is true.

Men live apart. In zones.

Some art was formed in the temperate zone

Of rock and mountain, valley and stone;

Come, see through the mist into his deep darkness.

Men, here, are most at home in autumn and spring

Benighted creatures of the equinox.

 

It is true also there is art

In the torrid zones of the solstice: heat and dust,

Scratching at the earth, starin...

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Also by John Marks:

Fealty | Ruins of nineveh | Anniversary | Such Eloquent Graffiti | A winter suicide | Byzantine | The roses of Al-Andalus | Gyre |

Rainbow on the tongue

Some things taste better

Without a label, like fruit,

Prescriptions and people

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Also by Chunks and Marrow:

Over fallow ground | Thoughts and flayers |

Your Poetry #2


Work up a sweat raking fallen leaves
then you can burn them all
but one you find that clings
to the back of your hat
be it multi-coloured or brown
make space for it within a hardback book
(until rascals unearth it and
destroy it in their play!)
congratulations-
you have a poem.

 

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

The Caressing Hand | Zeno | (untitled) | In The Algarve | More Of Your Poetry |

The Nationwide

I have to say that I am rather upset, well, deeply offended actually, that the Nationwide Building Society (with whom I used to have an account) has so far chosen not to approach me for my very affecting poem on the joys of home ownership.

Burglar

Someone’s been in my house,
broke my china cat,
took a knife to the three piece suite,
shat on my Welcome mat.

Someone’s been in my house,
...

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MI FIRSTEST POEMS

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(A celebration of the Adrian Mole poetry I wrote as a teenager.  And containing the finest line of verse ever to come from Chapel Haddlesey)

 

Mi firstest poems wa’ yonks ago;

I’ve lost ’em (God be thankst!);

Full o’ trite naivety

An’ post-pubescent angst.

 

 

Some of them’s political

(I put the world to right)

I solved world 'unger on mi own -

Right On! An’ Outta ...

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Also by John Coopey:

WE'RE ALL GOING TO A LABOUR FUNERAL | FERNANDO | JOHN COOPEY (R.I.P) | PEE ON ME | TO REMOANERS | "OLD, RACIST AND THICK" | BREXIT FLU BLUES | ROMEO AND JULIET | I JUST LOVE MONDAYS |

Soldier's Box

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Soldier’s Box

 

Wooden box

Lock

Key

 

Brass bullet casing

Spent

Flakes of tobacco

Unsmoked

 

Grains of sand

Sepia tinted photograph

Pyramids

And pith helmets

 

Soldiers Service

And Pay book

Will unwritten

Will not needed

 

Nib encrusted

Fountain pen

Brass button

Coloured ribbon

 

Yellowed letters

Ink a faded blue

S...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Unknowing | Old Romantic | Silenus In The Brewery Tap | Blizzard | Janus |

 

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Veni, Vidi, Vino

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Wafting in blissful solitude

 I dine on spicy chorizo and the bouquet of warm red.

The glimmer of a lantern catches our fleeting looks

sip by sip.

Detached at first, then eager.

The mirage morphs into reality

as the angelic senorita abandons her corner

as we drink of each other’s mysteries,

prompting another merlot.

We wake up to the rain and the smell of jasmine.

Wis...

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Also by Chakraj:

Ooh I was so addicted to you. | The swirling winds of change | When my inner voice speaks, I listen. | Sensual rhapsody | Fuck Fear | The Moment matters | Just say yessss | Love aborted | Don't call me | The Mermaid | The new universal drug | One of the chosen few | The Terrible Three | Alas, the sleeping serpent stirs | Peace of my heart | Purpose Unlocked | Meet my friend Fear | Be your own creator | Morning Mantra | Forth & Back | You Enigma Diva | Nobody wins a war |

free falling

when you free fall
crashing burning and worlds collide you may lust for your hunger in me
you may try to control the urge to lunge for me
what ever you maybe without the security of my loving arms keeping you close
putting your hand in mine
when you crumble before me clinging longing to be torn apart biting your lip will not help you my sweet
for you have fallen into the darkness of your own...

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Also by Anna Marie Grinter:

through tainted glass |

Validation

Validation

is the golden prize we seek,

like a peer review for technical matters

we yearn to see if our contemporaries value our work

and appreciate it.

Only they can understand

the emotional turmoil

we have bound up in the things we write,

and the stresses we have overcome

to deliver this final draft,

even though we are never happy with it ourselves,

and continue ...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Fifty Years Ago | Vexing Valentines | Winter’s Bite | Cold Coffee | The Young Lad At The Ritz  (Radio Edit) | Bird Song | My Favourite Shoes | Life |

Abominable domicile

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The view being shrouded had turned itself off,

no-one was fixing their gaze.

The sun had ascended to darkness,

it was one of those stay at home days.

 

The bottle was empty

the needle dripped dry,

he’d cried all the crystalline

tears from his why.

 

He’d flicked all the channels

and peeled off his skin,

until all he had left

was the torment within.

 

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Also by Wolfgar:

Among us (edit) | EXTERMINATE! | Posthumous revelation | Hostis Publicus (a warning) | Street scene interlude | Zabi | We the anchored | The recluse | Breaking News | In a mythical city | When the dream comes | The observers | Thanks was given | Orwellian lessons | One man and his dog | Camels |

You seemed so pure

I see spiders crawl out your mouth as you speak I wonder if that's a sign to not believe everything you see.
I wonder how many pins I can hit down in one strike making it to the finish line sounds pretty nice.
Can we make a deal a hand for a hand we can even shake on it I don't play pretend. 

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Also by Youthfullyxx:

Needing a quick fix | Don't underestimate anyone | Band aids off | The power of a mad women | written in rage | speaking to angels or was it the devil |

Constraint

As I look at the moon tonight.
It is full and bright 
blue illuminates through 
my mind, stars align.
I am fine.

Lately, 
I've been burning up inside
my twisted demise,
my dystopia.
Tunnel vision, 
lost my mission, 
lost my way, 
lost my vision. 

Each night I sit with silence, 
enveloped in despair.
Constrained,
penning lines in my mind, 
I fail to keep, 
losing too much sleep. 

...

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Also by MyDystopiA:

Drizzle | Closet Space | Ablaze |

 

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To The Addicts Of The World

To The Addicts Of The World


Cunning baffling and powerful are the words used to describe,
The truth of what addiction is, it will take your life with a knife.
Everything you thought you were becomes lost,
All that you cherish and love, gone at what cost?

Millions of people struggle everyday and it's truly tough,
Knowing that one is too many and a thousand never enough.
Pot, heroin, me...

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Mute

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MUTE

My mouth is a gun with a silencer, stopped

mid-sentence from telling you how I feel –

actions speak louder especially when they hurt! 

You see, you say but I can’t speak.  You speak,

I hear but no words are offered because I can’t reply.

I see, I hear so please, throw your words my way

so I can at least aim in silence.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2009

(Note:...

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Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:

Bohemia (2) | Breakfast | Eros Strikes Again | Chlamydia Rap | Romance |

 

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sideview

darkened places

like sunspots

behind my eye--

 

polarized retinal reflections

are closer than they appear.

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Also by elPintor:

pro choice | traveler (la revancha) | threshold | ..to make something beautiful | temporary quarter |

The hardest part

Have you ever tried to kill yourself by holding your breath?
No one's ever died from a lack of sleep...
(I dare you not to try it)
The hardest part of forgetting is when you remember.

Double check yourself, and down it goes.
Get ready, hold on, and jump out of the plane!
Hear the rush, gasp for breath, and let those bells ring.
Jump on that train, follow those tracks.
It's too much (but ...

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Also by Christine Pankratz:

I was an addict |

 

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Gorecki Plays

Gorecki Plays

 

     He was no narcissi,

He didn’t even like exposure

And despite the loudness –

Sought refuge in Gorecki,

 

His was a great misunderstanding

That in reality, became the pleasure

Of feeble minds,

     Rejected as sport,

Everyone he knew came

To lazy conclusions,

Enticed by an entity without heart and soul,

 

     He was as history told,

...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

The Silence is Beautiful | Dark Flower |

 

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Haiku: Family History

Fathom your future

Life descends repeatedly

Follow my footprints

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Also by Rob J Mann:

Haiku Trilogy: Purgatory | Haiku: Petulant | Losing 'It' | ANON | Haiku: Destroyed | Haiku: Bubbling | Haiku: Fallout | Haiku: Fated |

From Friendship to Love (IV)

And once things have transited
From friendship to love
It is never the case
That things will never
Be the same again

Or you’ll never be able
To do any of the things
That first drew us together
Whether texting each other
At six in the morning

Or sat there lost in thought
Each other words at literature nights
Even after the other one 
Has read and has been asking you
What did you t...

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Also by Andy N:

From Friendship to Love (III) |

Chronokinesist

Time is not constant

although many consider it so,

it has moods, behaviours, consequences

that we may bend and fashion,

stretch and mould to our will.

Time moves warily through its environment,

becoming cool at dawn, lazy when warmed

erratic in the rain and clumsy in dense fog.

The speed and passage of time can be varied,

during the fleeting darkness of night

or the d...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Pier Review | Stampede | Sunday School | Bagatelle | Carillon | Book Lovers | Lost Properly | Bottom End | Koan on Wind |

In Budapest

Ah, the thrill

Of running down a street

Lit only by cafe glow

To see a dog 

Taking a pee

And bundles in doorways

That are sleeping men

Ah, the thrill

Of running down a street

Where students  smoke 

and taxis speed by

Or wait for fares

Where the smell of pancakes

And curry mixes

With the rubbish of the day

Ah, the thrill

Of running down a street

An...

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Also by Hazel ettridge:

La Petite Mort | Autumn Leaves | The End is Nigh | I'm ready if you are | I'm Doing Okay |

Quite Deceived

Mouth full of dirt, itchy throat,
loss for words but even if he could describe this, this…
his swollen tonsils wouldn’t let him speak.
Feeling weak, future’s bleak, refuge he seeks 
mind Immersed in simple rhymes, remembering simple times
Learning table manners, two times two gives four 
seventy times seven sins against another - still forgiven 
but now he...
ate deceptive words 
and 
fe...

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Also by Juan Pablo Lynch:

Shy | Water works | Week days and Weak days | Aflame | Weary souls | I'm not | B | Pilgrimage | Air it out | Inspired by Beleaf's song:Depressed | Advice to a poet | What is he saying? | The Surgeon | Illusions | Unashamed |

THE FACEBOOK OF SHERLOCK HOLMES

Nah nahnah nah nah you can't catch me !

read the facebook message from Moriarty,

Sherlock reached for his calabash and the needle

shouted for Mrs Hudson

went into a dream.

 

Watson was stuck without a computer,

so a boy was sent to fetch him at once

but the doctor was checking Mrs Watson

and didn't give a fig for his friend,

 

 

When Sherlock saw the light again

...

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Also by ray pool:

THE DEATH OF JOSEF JAKOBS 1941 | THE CAVE IN THE SIDE OF A CLIFF | PLATFORM ANNOUNCEMENTS | HYPOCHONDRIA THE LIBERTINE | TICKET TO PARADISE | SEWER CONVERSION | GATHERED HERE | PROUD OF THE PAST | NUCLEAR EVENT |

A Black Empress's Legacy (Taytu Betul )

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I . Taytu Betul as a leader

“ Ethiopia is famed for being
A peaceful,hospitable and a warrior nation
How come  then it failed
To come to your attention,
As bees whose hive is threatened,
Citizens are ever alert to
To foil provoked aggression!

The 1889 treacherous
Wuchale treaty
I will tear apart
A messenger,with a tail
Between your legs,
Before you depart.
The Italian version
That t...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

A lake's obituary |

 

#independence #freedom

SATELLITE OF LOVE

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Bristol poets especially may be interested in this event: The brilliant local poets Deborah Harvey and Tom Sastry with Open Mike. More details on the Gig Guide

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haiku

#1

Clumsily painted

treetops hang crooked under

the blue of snowfall.

 

#2

Violent wind shaves the

withered leaves from their limbs. Soft

rain licks at their wounds.

 

#3

The fury of tides

swallows sand and beach. Darkness

creeps as lightning sinks.

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Also by Melissa Gentile:

The Storm | last night's dream | untitled | (untitled) |

Dreams may not

Sometimes you know
This life feels like
 it's just pretend
And we sweep or dance 
Or drift or dream 
From one act or moment 
Unto another
But this is 
Our life
And it 
Isn't 
Pretend 
And all the drama
Well
That's real
If you want it to be 
So float across 
The stage
Should you choose 
Or drag 
Your heavy leaden feet 
Or rattle your chains
Or simply 
Move 
Like ghosts 
Bec...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

The butter man |

good morning

Slowly stirring from slumber deep

Open eyes, adjust to the dawn’s light

Lazily stretching limbs, emerging from under covers

Reaching over, his spot is empty and cool to the touch

How long has he been awake and gone?

 

Thinking he’s so sweet to let me continue my dreams

Hearing signs of life outside bedroom

Reaching for robe, sliding toes into slippers

Shuffling along, gr...

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Also by Maxine:

crave | Memories of paradise | your story | empty | temptation |

Create

True pride in a creative work,

I believe, 

Is not to merely be able to say,

'I did this'

But rather,

'This is me'

 

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Untitled V

Sometimes I question if what I'm doing is right.

I sit here in the sun all mixed up inside.

All I need is a voice from outside, but all I ever do is shut off and ignore all the signs.

 

Sometimes I feel like I'm bigger than the world.

This ego is inflated with the thoughts to destroy.

I'm brought back to the earth so quickly and so violently, I then again begin to question my sel...

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Also by Pablo_Chee:

Untitled 4 | Untitled 3 | Untitled 2 | Untitled 1 |

Rancor

When push comes to shove

shove goes to love

love has been long-lost, dead like a wingless dove.

Endless children licking lips spitting grits

of our foul flying friends.

 

What has granted you food?

"The universe"  said the child.

My first thought was a singularity in poetry

why does it always have to me?

Feast please!  I only ask you bring tyrants before you to their ...

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Also by Jack Hopwaters Jr:

Useless |

Mistaken

for forever, for a cello

for a painting, New York school

for a drum, tight snare

for a branch broke 

for a tree, one branch less

for myself who is less

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Also by Barry R Tench:

Turntable |

Show me the way to go home

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Blue fire,
Like Sapphire.
Those eyes so large and so lost.
I greet her with a smile and say,
Good morning my dear, 
How are you on this fine Tuesday?

Oh, hello love, 
She smiles back at me and says,
I'm good
And
How are you, 
Are you well? I must say,
Don't you look absolutely 
Beautiful today.

Where am I going?
Am I going the right way?

Right here I say, as I pull out her us...

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A Baby We Don't Know

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We didn’t get the chance to know you.
We dreamt of you. We planned for you.
We picked out a name for you: Lauren, because I was sure you were a girl.
We told your big sister who was too little to understand, that you were with us.
But it was early. Admittedly, too early.
Because the morning sickness never came.
My belly never became a bump.
Instead, I cramped up inside that Saturday morning...

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Human Hearts

 

Every argument leaves a fading scare,once before I seen your name written up in the stars.

It's hard to to dream when your not with me, I need to survive and be the once who's stronger.

Our human hearts don't realise they are strong as they are, they just lost along the way. 

 

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