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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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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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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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Magazines outdated.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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Some things taste better

Without a label, like fruit,

Prescriptions and people

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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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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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(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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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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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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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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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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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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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 slee...

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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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darkened places

like sunspots

behind my eye--

polarized retinal reflections

are closer than they appear.

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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
Th...

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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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#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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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I guess that at one time or another - if we're being honest - we've all been blinded by the white hot heat and light of our fantasies, dreams, and ambitions; as poets it's practically in our job description to be thus.

The following poem owns up to flying too close to that particular sun, and the resultant crash-and-burn,

That doesn't mean we shouldn't keep trying for the impossible though ....

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This is a comi/tragedy, rhyming, pantomime type story of what could happen to anyone isolated in a community as a result of religious migration. Just as a matter of extra interest, I sincerely believe that when this parable is published (front page) nationwide in Parish Magazines of all denominations. a deeper understanding and acceptance? of each our peculiar idiosyncrasies will have, at last, be...

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His softspoken funny words used to make me laugh..

But now..forgetting those memories is really tough..

Hedoesn't even care what I need..

He said "no one can rejects you" but he did..

I was a day dreamer which made me stupid..

For him I was too small and gradual to be perceived..

He thought that it was a crush..as he is fool..

But I was in a rush ..which made me "emotional foo...

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Echo and Narcissus

         after Echo and Narcissus, by Glyn Philpot (bronze with green patina)

Did either of them have a moment’s unease?

He, before the pool of social media reflected back all he wanted to see,

She, before she found herself cursed by the god of Abandon, that minor deity

of the Home Counties

who thought he had only to ask the people, gi...

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Blame Game

You are the one that stifles my progress.

You put up barriers, then deny their existence.

You make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

You try to force me to conform to your ways.

You make me feel lesser.

You denounce my heritage.

You oppress my people.

You suppress my pride.

You widow our women; leave children fatherless and mothers without their babie...

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fangs and claws so sharp they could pierce the mightiest of rodant

long and sleek black hair made him stealth in the night

a face of beauty and pride with warmth through his deep green eyes

a half white mustage and as if he wore socks on certain feet

a full gentle heart if I ever did see one

as I trusted him with my two wee ones

his size above average, but not immune to a predito...

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How easy to pretend,

And all that jazz,

Missing him,

It's easy to recall,

Paintings on the wall,

Music in my soul,

I can hear the tinkle of your wine glass,

Fool me,

Fool yourself,

Fool each other,

All of the awakenings, 

Become one. 

Trinkets from each love.

Our eyes meet,

Across the crowded room.

As the dance continues... 

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I didn’t foresee

That carriage B

Would alter my life

In such curious fashion

And who even knew

That the 10:52

Could ever have been

The scene of such passion?

We entered the station

To great consternation

Our deeds were the subject

Of much speculation

But I don’t regret

And I’ll never forget

The good times we had

Before privatisation

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We were like ‘yin and yang’,

‘Spick and Span’

- Hot pot, big pan -

slick and tanned!

The could we can -

sweet, sweet like marzipan!

The kind of love that makes you FAT,

that attracts the sniff sniffing rats.

- Rap! Trap! Rat! The blind bats! -

But I walked and you ran,

I was kicked like tin-can

then you thought you were tin-man,

cause you forgot your heart ...

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I, undone and unable to bear

This burden is heavy and my legs may give

At any moment the pressure is rising

Uncontrollably and it tightens ever harder

As I lay here the thought of dying

Consumes all but the faintest glow

Of hope and a gasp of air

Is welcome to my thirsty lungs

Which have held their breath waiting

For this defining moment

Of pain and suffering unending

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Cherry Tree.

Me and the dog, the dog and me,

The leaves still cling to the Cherry tree,

Me and the dog we weaken with age,

The Cherry tree writes on a different page.

The dog and the Cherry tree age much the same,

While one gets much stronger the other grows lame,

I for myself am the foil for them both,

Being no longer fruitful and given to sloth.

Were the...

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I spread the curtains wide to winter sunshine

and paused – as always - to absorb the sheer beauty

of my tall tree across the street

its black trunk writhing high with long groping branches

their twigs arching to myriad filigree.

A large crow arrowed into the neighbourhood

scoping the street - big, black and bold.

It dropped confidently into  my tree

very high up

...

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Lil Jan was young

Lil Jan had his whole life staring

But Lil Jan had had enough,

Black eyes and bruises always marring

His otherwise fine face,

couldn't even afford smiling

Lil Jan's assailants,

Some egocentric schadenfreudes

With the point of bleak of sadists

Couldn't dare see this purist

soar to his greatest heights

so they fed him misery

Lil Jan was...

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On the days when my tongue betrays me
The pen is my ally.
While it cannot turn off my mind
It is comforting to have a friend
Who promises the comfort of revision,
Of reinvention,
Of erasure,
Of closure.

On the nights
When my bed is my solace
And sleep is a guest who takes too damn long to arrive
There are words
my words
That I can use to dream.

There are days when my mind
And my...

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Here's the film of 'revelations', recorded at The Dream, Sutton Manor, St Helens. The Dream is a public sculpture situated on the top of Sutton Manor Colliery.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4NmBicBCeQ

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multi-talented no misogynist
a tortured genius the world of empathy beneath understands
a punch provides his hit
and for madam
the placatory box of chocolates
his calibrated rebalance of the yin and yang
the usual dance..

ambassador you are spoiling us..

a seer a prophet an artist
her eye socket
so she fell down the stairs again..

i should have been more careful
she whispered
an...

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I loved you with all my heart,

But you fucked me over and over.

I cared about you,

I kept you in my mind like a soul in a body,

But did not know

that body was a prison.

I would do anything for you

But you would not even think of me.

I tried to make it all stop

But you were just way too contagious.

I woke up in the middle of night just to look at you

But little I kn...

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Girl is really happy.

Girl is never not smiling.

Girl laughs, and everyone

hears an echo of daffodils and butterscotch.

Other Girl is not all that happy.

Other Girl has no desire to smile.

Other Girl hears laughter,

But only registers a mockery of her self-loathing.

Girl is home to syrupy voice,

An open bowl of batter

With only sweet things inside.

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(Satan taunting Anthony in the desert)

Coward! betrayer! defecter! recreant!

Shriveller from all entitling thee male

Nose the oestrus! rise to the invitation!

Strut the proud stag, the pawing stallion.

Shoulder the onus! bend to the obligation!

Stock-still, stony-faced malingerer, move!

(Under the searing sun a vemonous viper

Side-winds across the...

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I found I have lost the tactile need for penmanship as it has been replaced with the clickity-clack of the keyboard. No more broad sweeps or stylish curvatures. Just the tap, tap, tap, of the keyboard. A writing as easily placed and understood as my neighbors, seemingly indifferent, other than context, if you get my meaning. My fingers meet at the index, feeling the familiar raised etching, from t...

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Can you imagine waking up every morning to slave for a wicked house?

Im at the lowest part of my life in this world,

But the highest point in my life with God.

Im poor

Yet rich.

Im oppressed

Yet free.

I am a slave

Yet I am proud to slave for the Most High.

I cant complain even though I dont have much.

I thank God for what I have.

I have not in this world,

But I ...

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Though many teachers teach me

For me my classteacher is better be:

He is hardworking and sincere 

Students with him are always familiar :

He tolerates no nuisance ,

Then also , students feel bored in his absence,

My CLASS TEACHER is an ideal teacher ,

Provides us best for our bright future..

                                   -----aviral mishra

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Could it be President Trump who has some Scottish blood in his veins .  Also has a quantity of Yorkshire blood in them . Giving him Grit and Determination to succeed like Yorkshire folk do . Speaks his mind and never looks back . What ever you do or how hard you try to degrade him he will fight for what is right . When challenged will always fight back . 

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Tread softly, transient visitor.

Impact gently.

We are burdens, weighing upon the world.

Rest light.

Leave no trace.

Our networks.  Friends.   Relatives.

Support our mental/emotional health.

Our spiritual wellbeing.

Earth supports our physical selves.

Dependency-webbed, we're bonded.

We draw upon our networks.

And are drawn upon, testing bonds.

Some br...

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trapped inside

the invisible cage

that confines me

coated in sweet vanilla

that satisfies their taste

plastered with beautiful images

that bring them comfort

but constructed with irons of

uncertainty

fear

shame

not what I really am 

underneath it all

behind the wall

I'm still here

with the real

but I'm slowly losing

my might

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A fathomable february day

first & the fair, leaves the bay

sweet reveries cherishable

welled-eyes, departing  ceremonial

bidding him farewell

© juhi gupte

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Mother, mother earth, please

Spread your, spread your charm with ease

I know you, i know you can release

Your love.

Farther, farther farther, please

Spread your, spread your wisdom here

I know you, i know you can release

Your love.

Angel, angel of the light

Spread your, spread your wings tonight

I know you, i know you can release

Your love.

People...

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Broken mirror

good or bad

happy or sad

Take the pieces bury them 

in the moonlight 

or

Light seven candles

on the first night

That should take care of your plight

---

If you want to assure

you've found a good cure

Throw salt over your shoulder

then your situation will be secure

for that practice blinds the devil

behind your back

Naught...

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It's three fifty three and I'm need of saving

Work is a bore

Same old tedious chore

Can you believe there are no windows?

My eyes despise this heat

Ever rising

Each day is stuffy

Man, I'm sweaty and sleepy

Sure

Artificial lighting makes a dull scene

Non-scenic scene

The same old seen scene

Every day for what feels like an age

Yet time

Stands

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The world has changed.
In the comfort of my living room
Like an Amazon order, my modern Valentine was there,
available. Delivery in business 3 days.

The blue background of his profile picture
Replaced the romance underneath the blue skies
Which is fine.
We don`t get much of those in London anyway.

There were no whispers of love or lust
We exchanged bits and clicks.
Perfect-flowery-re...

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In every city, I go.

In every country, I have been.

The Star and the Cross hope,

That he will be with us one day.

They call him by different names,

And claim him as theirs.

Both preaching similar faiths,

Both saying they are correct.

One says he is yet to come,

While the other hopes for him again.

One says he is the son of God,

While the other says, he wi...

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Tis one of the piece of art which simply describes the pain of nature in a poetic manner .The language used is not complex but its meaning is deep a real poet  and a human  will understand it without any difficulty ..................................

" PAIN OF NATURE"

THE PEOPLE I SEE, ARE NOT THE ONE I WANT TO SEE

THE THINGS THEY USE, ARE NOT THE ONE I WANT THEM TO USE

THEY ARE NO...

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When he left me I was alone,

I cried but I tried to laugh, but then, I cried again.

It has been hundreds of days since I've heard the word "I love you"

You are mine, you’re my only.

I've been wanting to hear those words again.

But when I tried to remember how you say those words,

I felt pain, excruciating enough that I felt like I'm dying..

My only love has betrayed me, 

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summer grass folded
like faded paper
under the heavy frost

your cat sitting
at the window
watching the winter birds

cold water
brushes
the back of my hand

slowly like
a thought turning
it begins to rain

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Soft breeze and notes

Against my bedroom piano-keys

First, spell out your name.

Pause.

And then resume to paint picture frames of

You and I, both

                            Stood young, mid-aged & grey

                            Posed ivory white for a bride

                            And archaic black for a groom

...

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In Thiepval's rows in line abreast

Subaltern Venner lies at rest,

Among those with whom he died in war,

Sacrificed - aged twenty four.

Not for him whispered words of love,

Instead, it's hoped he dwells above

With his pals, the angels among,

In timeless kinship ever young.

Today, of mind, he comes to mine,

My uncle - Ernest Valentine.

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Love

New love

Old love

Pure love

Different ways to say I love you

Different ways  to fall in love

Moments and memories all full of love

How could anyone forget?

The highs and lows of love

all the in betweens of love

Love cleanses your body

Love makes you blush for no reaseon

Love is special

Love makes you feel alive

Love can be oh so sweet and someti...

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An image captured,

a likeness drawn

But only a shadow,

a thought

and a hope

All that was painted

will melt

into base

The template uncovered,

an image misplaced.

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My love is like a glass of champagne

Exploding with bubbles and excitement

I drink and drown in her sparkling eyes

She wets my lips with her delightment

The spirit rises and intoxicates my senses

My cork pops and sends me into ecstasy

Love flows freely like a cascading fountain

As we entwine on the vine in sextasy

We may be in our mature vintage years

But we are a fiery ...

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She was my guide

Though always filled with pride.

She shows off without any reason

No matter which season!

Says she will help

All she does is make me yelp!

What had happened is really bad

And that makes me terribly sad.

No one to ask, no one to say

Hoping that tomorrow be a good day.

Laziness has started creeping in

I know foregoing duty is...

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Lost in transition

Your words carried like a brief encounter

Emotion is the monster hiding outside the walls

Gangreen in suburbia and skinned alive

With donkey ears! Good Gods!

Occupations occupy stations on the wall

Barrymore paints the myths of time

To hang in Manchester as a quiet man

Tells of lost love.

Sonnets to art leave us lost

There's rumo...

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This repetitious revery is fluffy and flowery but LOVE is REAL... 

It's formed by us and fitted to our forms. By us. But its form is defined and real.

It may have started off as fluffy as the air we breathe, filled with light and butterflies. But now it's mostly solid. It fits to me and fits to you and it doesn't float away when you blow it. It has weight and substance.
I think real love is...

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The whiteness of pleasure

I hold in my hand

drains me of all, all that I am

and the lines that are drawn

lead me to pain

as the darkness grows deeper

while im doining cocaine.

This was a past problem that I got over and never to repeat.

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If I had a picture of you

I’d keep it to myself

Held tightly against my heart

To feel closer to you

Our bond would be strong

Strong enough to make me feel safe

If only I had a picture of you.

If I had a picture of you

I’d sleep with it on my pillow

Hoping to bring sweet dreams

Of the days we shared long ago

The fun days, holidays and time spent together

Fee...

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“That fucking Tennyson.”
           I caught myself muttering
as I walked along. “Yes,
that fucking Tennyson,
           he can organise a sunset
and flake gold better than I can:
and Emily Dickinson,
           with her yellow children
           at the bars of a gate
closed by her sodding dominie in grey.
And Yeats!  That fucking Yeats
wags an ageing tongue at creation
and leaves me ...

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Sometimes, they smell awfully sweet,
but upon closer inspection,
angry stench of unborn life
swelters in the depths thereof.
O, capricious youth, you who
cavort with unassuming men;
beguiling with soft faces, and growths
that do not sustain you.
Oh, but you will use your gift
to tempt him; and when you are
brought back to a realization of
how close he comes to taking
what you wanted to...

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My love didn’t come from nowhere.  

My father was a bastard, a sailor on the seas,

My mother just a peasant

Spent her life upon her knees.

The noblesse oblige:

The drinking and the drugs,

Was countered by Intelligence

And a tingling in the blood.

We were the late Romans

Much diminished and now, finally, gone.

For since the death-stroke of 1453,

When we he...

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I sit in this room

starving rank and mad

and hate them.

The sound of consumption, 

rattle and clang of dish and slop,

tending to the daily,

necessary talk of finance and politic,

the cat mewing for attention.

While I work to understand the

mysteries.

Yet I love them,

Long night soliloquies

mild walks and rides

summer city at midnight

enduring the ages...

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If you believe you can achieve, you'll never grieve the things that leaves, for we are leaves in the blowing heaves, of hurricanes they deceive, but we will always believe.

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Heartache from those we love

Seems like the score of life

Once your held, safe and warm, protected

You yearn for that, seek it

Those who never felt that way

Don't know what the are seeking

Too long you've seeked for it

Too far you've gone and found no one

Somewhere in the deep a voice speaks 

To love and be loved is all you need

Must your ignore it now

When you're ...

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I will start

and I will finish

by the end.

On three times

you said goodbye

in three different bars

where I can´t go back.

It was hard 

to recognize

your bad role

of the movie.

It was fucked up

be next to a woman

you didn´t want.

Three days

to show me

your empty chest,

to shoot

the last verb.

But you did it.

Your words
...

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do you remember when we indulged those cliches? laying cheek to cheek on the floor, our feet pointing to opposite ends of the room, sharing our favorite songs with one another?
that feeling was my first high on being complete,
and ive been chasing it ever since.

and i don't think you even remember me.

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Those who condemn a lie

pave the sodden ground-

Those who stand their ground

hold up the lowering sky.

words and foto Tommy carroll

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You and me

-kishore karunik

Dazzling fog at dawn

Thou came with a sweet variety

Abnormal in luxuries dream

Where death our daily companion

Frets vivacity in lifeless there

Yet there the struggle for survival

It is you and me!

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Who would I be, were it not for my name,
But a wave upon life's endless shore,
Just a soul passing by for one round of the game,
A fool could not ask for much more

A moment in time is all we may see
In the bodies with which we unite,
So while you are here, be happy, be free,
And know that it will be alright

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I felt it--

like books--

just a couple, 

maybe three--

falling off of a shelf inside of you. 

My eyes were closed, 

my whole body was vibrating from you

and I felt the contours of your face in the darkness. 

My hand has a memory that remembers

the softness of your skin

the strong bones underneath

the warmth of your face

the muscle contraction of contentedness an...

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Starting a probing search

causes an awkward situation

leading to unnecessary concern

of reasons behind questions.

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Soullessly starring into the air

As her body laid lifeless

All this time the Stifled screams

Shut away to keep them at bay, 

Any chance to show remorse

Shut down and accused of lies. 

If I could tell you one last thing

I love you would be the words to say,

Now I can't see you again

I see the truth that was buried within 

I can't help but blame a part of me

As ...

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Pushing your thoughts aside,

Doesn’t fix the problem.

You're falling apart inside,

And not dealing with the causes.

You don’t have to open up,

Not if you don’t want to.

i think you're going to erupt,

With the division inside you.

There is much hurt,

And pain in your life.

You're as broken as your heart,

With all this strife.

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