Poetry Blogs (Mar 2017)

Disillusion

Life is full of illusion, 
a process of disillusion. 

No perfection in decay. 

To die, 
to be reborn, 
to be all that I am 
is eternity. 

Oblivion only comes 
to those that seek it.


©JMCole 

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Also by MyDystopiA:

Repeat | Wayward | Fade to Burn | Times Five | Heart Apart | Repent | Three | I After Me After I | Drift |

 

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IN AT THE DEEP END

I found my doctor a little remote

as he checked my lungs

and checked my throat.

 

The trouble was the blinking screen

new guru of the live well scene,

it seemed to come between us

as he consulted comparison apps

 

I said I was recently prone to cramps

and suffering memory lapse.

The screen came in between us

as he searched for answers online

 

and, offerin...

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Also by ray pool:

MARRIAGE VOWS | IRON MAIDEN | DAI WOODHAM'S SCRAPYARD | THE LANES OF LONDON | RHYMING ROCK | THE TIMES | DENIAL | FATE | ANSEL ADAMS, PHOTOGRAPHER | CHELSEA CREEK 1970 | SMOKING REQUISITES | TV SOAPS | A TRIP TO LOOE | CHURCH RIDDLE | ON THE OTHER SIDE OF READING |

What Happened

I ran the hot water over them

Trying to scrub them away

They weren’t dirt or mud

They were too wide and deep

A part of me

 

I’d have bleached them off if I could

 

I’d been so busy

Eight hours working with a hangover

I ached and winced like it was nothing

Smiled and waited on strangers

 

It could have been him

 

The bath is when I realised my reality

...

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2017 and Trev goes to Texas for a 7th time: The Run Up

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Image: Our new addition Milo another Boston Terrier enjoying a sleep as in poem 5, not to replace Louie but as a pet in his own right. Poem 5 was also my first of 2017. This will be the third blog in a row that has featured a Boston Terrier as the "Run up" image

 

13.08.2016 - 1) The urge to book my flight I feel

Search the internet for the best deal

Quotes printed of to the letter, bu...

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He bleeds Autumn.

 

Your skin like the yellow brick road,

and what is it that creates that rush of blush?

I’d love to shovel out your flesh or drill through your cheeks

to reach those autumn leaves,

that grow behind the golden weeds,

the red leaves that were never green.

No, never new, they never grew,

they stayed and they remained:

Dying, but never dead,

thriving, behind your face of ...

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hectic day

Hectic day

 

An eventful day this Saturday

A man is shot to death at Orly airport

clearly out of his mind and France is under

lock down; the hysteria is taking hold

a laptop in a car was stolen it sensitive

information or perhaps not

a man tries to climb the fence at the White House

and there is blood on the carpet

those on duty should have known and not eat

doughn...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

Palestine Children | i knew of a woman | Tripoli | walls | fragment of dreams | fame spell | what if... | rustic morning | how I became a sae-cook | career path | the assistant | ennui | the bug | China and USA | a cardiologist and a bee | animation senryus | a friend of a mouse | ploughing | alternative use | 3 tanka | maniac | war and peace | phobia | oskar time | end of Christianity | an actors life | half of a mirror | platypus | I, a love story in d minor | the pig | humour? | brygge |

No More the Sea

No More the Sea

 

     Even an immortal soul would expire

Before reaching the ends of the Universe,

For it is big, competing with time –

Perhaps in peril, where the

Sacred chalice filled with wine

From a cellar built from infinity,

Can bring back make believe

Deities now so desperately missing

From life,

     Oh how ridiculous the story of Man,

His chalice fille...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

The Family | No Deal | Our Denial of Hate | If You Ain't Soldier, Then You'll NEVER Know. |

i'm fine, not fine

you know that 
I wear my crazy
on my sleeve.

it's best if 
you just 
let me be.

aren't there other
train wrecks 
for you to go 
and see?

if you really 
love me,
then leave.

because there
isn't anything
here but me. 

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Also by Little Bit:

gold stars | the playlist | to my sweetest girl | know your soul | one day | this rain, it knows |

The wind

My whole world is reflected in your face 
I can't believe I've finally found the place 
Which could be my mind's saving grace 
Such symmetry in the way we orbit life
It's like our paths were designed to unite
To alleviate all the suffering and strife
Which is life's reminder that it's all trite 
This world was not meant for the soul
A pitstop on the road to meeting a goal
Which will surel...

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Also by Aishah:

Wait | Strange ground | Distant | A knock on the door | Insecure | What are we? | Sad song |

Rewritten

I refuse to be 

the damsel in distress.

I refuse to be 

the princess who waits 

for her prince charming.

I am my own happy ending,

I am my own fairytale. 

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Also by Maria Renea:

Melatonin | V. | x | Asking for it | Ten Years | I will continue to suffer | infertile | Appreciation | III. | Blame | Mujer de Elección | II. | I'm better now | difference | Object | Changes | Tattoo |

The flaming

Seeking out the passion from the everyday
As the light seems to dim on the important parts
Soaking up all the fuel of the creative arts
Burning on the surface to the treacherous tray

Lacking the oxygen to expand the fire
Smouldering in distance as the retreat happened
To a safe existence with the notebook blackened
By the arsenic root in the mind's retire

Chasing away pages of talented...

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Also by Louis Audet:

Island Paradise | The beauty of everyday | The bad part of town | Sunset | Unwanted Deaths | Work imitating art | La noirceur de l’âme | L'amour est ... | Pouvoir d'état | Mouvement | Paint night | Fairness | My last one | Happy | Being Right | For her fantasy | Sad senator | My bad day | Mr Fantismo on the river | Her fun | We all do it | The night is young | Final thoughts | Love life | Pour les deux maîtres en mer | Sainte beauté | Sculpture d’enfance | The end | The homeless man | Mr Fantismo on tight rope |

SLATES

Ireland with Emily, you what

Emily indeed, you must be

having a laugh a top notch

society Doris she was Nemo

Me Impune Lacessit ancient

lineage, so you don’t grass up

 

a royals’ name you might get

some Corgi poo through the

letter box or worse still one of

those rambling diatribes from

HRH, you know who I mean not

the Queen no the one from that

 

grand es...

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Also by Philipos:

TOLLS | MOLES | SPAGNUM |

Our World

Our World

 

We have a planet of immeasureable immensity

Vibrant in its rich diversity

Intimately carved and intricately balanced

Flora and fauna lavishly abound

Oceans and mountains full of majesty and awe

Deserts, jungles and ice capped poles

People of different races and tongues

Vegetables, fruits and more besides

Air, wind, fire in one glorious globe

A wonder to...

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Also by keith jeffries:

A Perspective | Indignation | Windows of the Soul | Inspiration | The Sea Gull | Afternoon Tea | Thank you | The Darkness of the Night | The Currency of Truth | A Profound Labyrinth | Shot | They only went to pray....... | A Chasm too Great | Deceit | The Bibulous Few | The Sunflower | Nimrod | Afraid? | Drowning | Solitude | Spiritual Warfare | Institutions | Free Speech | The Sepulchre | Hell´s Quagmire | HAAS - 2016 SYRIA |

Dears and Pleasants

I love you

That defines your beauty

Real love is

 

Cast clouds;

Your shine shines through

This is all I feel: you

 

As if you're reachable

I would hug you

With that gun in your hand

 

And tell you loud enough for you to hear:

"I never meant to feel this way

And love

 

Why are you finding fun in

Shooting deer and pheasants

While you could be fre...

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BY ENTERING IN TO MY LIFE

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:-"Meri Zindagi me Aakey" (BY ENTERING IN TO MY LIFE)

 

Tune dil me ye Kaisa Ahsaas Jaga diya Meri Zindagi me Aakey,

Mere bikhre Armaano ko phir se Saja diya Meri Zindagi me Aakey

 

 Band ho chukey they meri Ummedon ke Raastey Sabhi,

Tune ek naya Raasta Dikha diya Meri Zindagi me Aakey

 

 Bikhra pada tha Gham ke andhere me na jane kab se main,

tune Chiraagh-e-mohabbat Ja...

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Also by AATIF:

POETRY PASSION | "FIGHT TILL YOUR LAST BREATH" | POETRY PASSION |

 

ghazal

grief in b-flat

grief is the thing with feathers - max porter

the swallows swam that evening as they
so often had the summer through, pricking 
the bruised peach sky with their infinite
spots, spits, peppering the sky with noise.
but they bled on your brain, everything bled 
and passed through the grief lens, 
the sickening beige of it all.

the siren that screamed at three o'clock did
not save lives....

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Also by Stuart Buck:

grief in e-minor | i am a cloud and when i cry it rains | dear richard, | on symbiosis and a concerning dream | odaxelagnia (how i learnt to love being bitten) | possessed | like skin upon my bones | the only answer we will ever need |

Twister

I am a slight and lesser man,

With added prunes

To keep me regular.

 

My Christmas feast,

Chicken stew with added sprouts,

Is splattering the microwave.

 

I shall pull a festive cracker,

Eat dinner wearing a paper hat.

 

Lost in love

Hobbled by fervent hope, 

I stood in siling rain

Gently pebbling my lover’s window.

The curtains stayed closed,

The we...

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Also by Rick Gammon:

Last Summer in Co. Clare | In Passing | Reflections - A Soliloquy | Mission Hall |

Changing Paths

Path deemed distinctive

in reality turned opposed

 

Odds proved enormous

from humanly supposed

 

All possible had a shot at

for unviable to come true

 

Now logic takes primacy

to ditch all on a good cue

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reflections; review; pondering

Why can't you

Why can't you love me when I'm low
Why can't you love me when I'm high
Why can't you love me when I'm trying 
Why can't you love me when I'm crying
Why can't you love me when I'm a mess
Why can't you love me when I'm the best
Why can't you love me when you're my world 
Why can't you love me when you're my sun, moon, and stars
Why couldn't I stop loving you when you never even tried

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Merci, Monsieur Claude

Au, mon cher, Claude!

I have longed for this moment

ready with this eager pen, this expectant paper

and donned my prettiest words

to express to you

the first time ever I saw

Water Lillies

It pulled,

(not so gently),

emotion from me

till it spilled over out of new eyes

the greens, the blues, the peeking pinks

the movement, the quiet, definite, almost imperceptibl...

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Also by Dyphrent:

A Fine Mesh | The Present | Relations | Wondering | DO AND DIE! | Maybe I Don't Love You | MAN |

Thank You

Honey dripped from hands, divine;

She’s never felt so enjoyed.

This captivation,

Awe and devotion,

This care,

So lovely and novel.

And she began to like herself once more.

 

In the unlikeliest touch,

She found a friend;

But more than that,

She found herself.

No remorse, or guilt

She would not unravel.

And she began to like herself once more.

 

The si...

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Also by Rachel Miller:

He's Different Now | Coffee Mugs | I'll Drive | He Was Wrong for me | A poem using all of my favorite words: | Fall | Wrong Addiction | Under Clear Skies | Ink | Holes | When I die | Castle | You'll Find me in You | Forget This | Castor and Pollux | Angst | CRASH | Angel | Religion | Gilded Crown | Cloak me in Stars... | Until My Sorry End | Eyes | Boy | Dreaming | Fairies | 23,000 | The Bird |

Everyone knew but me


I wondered why that set
Of Mediterranean sky
Was domed between these whirls of weather we get,

 

Why, through the jibs
Of the low oaks, the sun-shafts
Kept digging me in the ribs,

 

Why I could feel
The shock of spring seas bursting against a far coast
Vibrant under my heel –

 

The sudden toil
Of all kinds of coming-alive things
Stirring in the soil

.

(What was it...

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Touching....and going. | For Linda, just turned... | Carol |

Public Mileage Limited

dedicated to John Lydon/Lygone/Rotten/Forgotten, on his recent outburst...

Rubber Johnny's been buttered up
Now his talk is cheap
The punks that once did idolise him
Have now begun to weep
His public image limited
Now there's no anarchy in the UK
He used to hate the queen
But now probably wants a knighthood to come his way

They say never have idols
Cos all they'll do is break your he...

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Also by Keiron Higgins:

My First book is been published. |

 

Johnny rottenpunk poetrySex pistols

Palm Trees in the Snow

I stumbled across a film -

it made me humble.

It had subtitles

but I didn't fumble

over the story

one little bit.

 

It spoke to me of timelessness

of the cruelty of man

and the gentleness.

How two shades of each -

and skin - can exist

on the same island​

in the same heart

of the same kin.

 

How love can never be

stifled

or questioned

or torn...

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Also by Natfastic:

Twat Face | Shiny Red Shoes | Thoughts | The Dark Night of My Soul | Crap Poem | Asking For Help | Tailback | The Psychic's Bible | Coagulate |

Expectations

i cant carry

  the weight of your regrets.

It wasnt meant for me,

  so why cant you forget.

 

Forget the past,

  embrace my future.

You're pushing me too fast,

  you think im stronger.

 

Just give me time

  to make my own choice.

Dont try to read my mind,

  let me use my voice.

 

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Also by LeeJ Waters:

untitled |

Home

My eyes blink

tears stroll down my cheek

My head explodes

Thoughts everywhere

My heart aches

Yearning for a better relationship

Heart rate rises

Breathing loudly

Control. Control. I need control.

He’s yelling louder

My eyes are piercing

Memories of the last time he did this come afloat

Hitting and shoving

Now I’m running

I can’t stand him

Eyes eve...

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Also by iesha washington:

Natural Disaster | Father |

Imposture

Stranger in a well known body

trapped in the fleshy suit of a woman

who carries mountains on her shoulders

dirt crumbles into the strands of her hair

which lays on the peaks and valleys of her chest 

she longs to peel away the layers

that cover her true form

lumpy and misshapen 

movement has become less than automatic

as mountains shift and slide

her back bends to tak...

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Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:

Shock Absorber | Studio | Paper Route |

LEAST SAID

Least said...soonest mended

Does not appeal to the easily offended.

They look around eagerly, seeking to get

On the unctuous side of being upset.

 

They trot out the "isms", (their bible in life),

Ever pious of pose, they'll disguise the knife

Of righteous riposte till the time is thought right

To drive home the blade in sanctimonious delight!.

 

They are found all ar...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

THE POINT OF McGUINNESS | TAKE ME BACK TO ROCKN'ROLL - a re-post for a reason | ONCE UPON A TIME = something from the past! | NEW ISN'T ALWAYS BETTER | THAT OL' TIME RELIGION | SPRING TO ATTENTION! |

Cornucopia

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All this indulgence in spring

the obsession with beginnings,

green chutes sprout through those trod in 

when GAIA takes her winnings.

 

With false hope we hope

the cycle might shift the mass,

we mythologise the coming life

the bluebells in the grass.

 

The lambs so sweet and tender

but our cruel hearts don't miss a beat,

their chance of life is slender

w...

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Also by Wolfgar:

Sarcophagus | Umbilical Wi-Fi Life | Rhythm (The Schumann resonance) | Shanghai'd | A quiet rage | We burn | World Poetry Day | On Reigate Hill | The gavel and the gun | Alphabet soup laureate | In a forest clearing | Poundland | Andante Mosso Symphony No 5 | Last orders | Neigh | Scum | Free falling II | Brisance | Riddle | I'd like to thank | Strata |

 

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Suicide’s Beck

                                    To a friend

There is a small and unremarkable bridge I often cross

That now stands guardian to the memory of a friend.

When your burden became too much, it held you in its thrall

And gave passage across your own imagin’d Styx.

And on that very day and hour your demon choice was made

What base chance made me bypass the bridge, and you?

This i...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Love | On leaving a hospital room |

Affaire D'Amour

We met in 1973
you immediately attractive
exotic then, foreign, exciting
my head turned, beguiled
and we were in bed in no time.
It was the little things you did differently
I was eager to please you
we worked together, played, loved
and built a fine home,
life was good, I admired your vivacity.
Why wasn't it enough for you?
you changed gradually,
from lover to monster
a controlling h...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Contract | Squeal and Howl | Wight | On taking the piss! | Mall de Mer | Center Parc |

Super Mum: Another Working Class Hero

She’s got two part time jobs

and works her fingers to the bone

a single mum with no support from him

but she made that house a home.

Empty promises of child support

to help to feed her pack

every bloke she’s ever known’s

always fucked off and turned their back.

She doesn’t feel resentment

she never has the time

if she gets an hour to herself each day

she swears tha...

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Also by Matthew Nicholson:

A Million Questions Unanswered |

 

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Spaghettification

space travel can bend you out of shape

so wandering too close to black 

holes would be a big mistake

and if you fall in feet first 

tidal forces and 

gravitational 

gradients 

will 

make

elasticity

of 

your 

plasticity 

 

and 

stretch

you

vertically 

and 

compress

you 

horizontally 

until

you

resemble 

spaghetti

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Also by Paul Waring:

A So-So So and So | Stalker | Enigma Variations | From Out Of Nowhere | Memory Thief | The First Of The Rest | Terminal Zoo | Nan Was My Nigella | Mona Lisa Musing | Insomnia | Inevitabilities | Not Quite 8½ |

Hidden

The door is closed,

unlocked but

cobwebs make it clear

this door is rarely entered.

 

Paint chipping,

black faded

stain dripping down

cracked glass.

Abandoned yet

familiar,

like deja vu I know

I've entered this door before.

Enticed,

I turn the key.

 

Wrapped in darkness

the echo of my stiletto guides me

one

step

at a time,

time

tick...

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"HAIL TO THE CHIEF"

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“Hail to the Chief of Old Mother Rossiya

Oops!  A slip – I mean USA”

But Dubya and Ronald

Were brighter than Donald

At the time, though, you all said, “No Way!”

 

There’s no disputing

That Vladimir Putin

Is, like me, brilliant and fab

We’re sharing a bromance

But pooftahs?  Hell! No chance!

Preferring some pussy or titties to grab.

 

He wouldn’t hack mail

...

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Also by John Coopey:

IKEA | KOPI LUWAK (CAT COFFEE) | HAVE I PEAKED TOO SOON? | THE PROMISED LAND | REAL WOMEN | THE DYSON AIRBLADE | NOBODY WANTS YOU WHEN YOU'RE DOWN AND OUT | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK |

Diminuendo

 

It is good to approach the water's edge.
Here I put behind me all that which has
been so loud-voiced, so particular
and pressing.
Held by the constant rhythm of the waves
rolling in regardless of millenia,
struck by this vastness tickling my toes
and hushing.

It is good to find the sea and the sky
create and preserve with a lasting kiss
my ever out of reach horizon,
caught in the...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

D.W. | Change Of Heart | (untitled) | Winning | (untitled) | (untitled) | Communication/Noise |

Titan

I sit in a Titan's clasp.

Gripped.

Locked tight.

Breaking out my only wish.

Looking through fingers.

Hesitant.  Testing.

Scared to touch.

Lest I am detected.

Crushed.

Juiced.

By titan machinations.

Timid.

I sit.

'til forgot.

And run like magic,

At freedom's opportunity.

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Also by Rich:

Dynamis | Second Hand Living | Solitude's serenity |

 

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camidien (03/21/2017)

beneath a chiding veneer--beneath the toothy and fleshy laughter, there lies some terrible truth and absurdity as tired and twisted as the utterance of the oldest names of the oldest gods, and older still than our kind: a death as old as life.

lo, beneath that, the comedian quivers and shakes under the weight of sweat-soaked sheets -- the company of painkillers of every color -- he knows the sh...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

hfo (03/10/2017) |

 

the comedian unkillable eldritch horror

Damsel & The Naughty Boy

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A Damsel Asks a Boy, what's your wish,

The Naughty Boy replies!!

 

My hands in your T-Shirt, trying to feel your spine,

Give me some time to prove myself and trust you will be mine

 

Lips to be locked together, until the breath of sy,

Feel my skin to the extent, that you wanna cry

 

Your nerves are running strong enough, your heart beats are making noise,

Now i know y...

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Also by Ankit Gulati:

A Christmas Night |

 

keith jeffries

My new poetry collection 'Undaunted' is published on April 6th

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In the last year we've had Trump & Brexit and me, a diagnosis of bladder cancer.

In this book I deal with it all - head on. Simultaneously the most personal and the most angry and political collection I've put together, and that says a lot after 3500 gigs in 24 countries, nine books of poems and over 40 CDs/LPs.

It's published on April 6th.

Fellow WOL readers may be interested to hear wha...

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attila the stockbrokernew poetry bookundaunted

The elusive sage

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“Look at it closely” said the old man as he dragged on his roller,

smoke rings rising like halos in the evening sky

“the human awareness that we experience

is actually vibrations from the angelic orbits.

This is where our creativity is born, releasing our souls to soar.

It is here that our potential to bond with each other

emerges. Unreservedly.”

I moved closer to him on the b...

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Also by Chakraj:

Trump Cards | Born Again | Play it again Andy | Fake You | Ssssh, there's someone speaking | To that tantalizing lady in red | The Infinite Kingdom | Building bridges, healing hearts |

Moth

An unwelcome intruder

you were, that Wednesday night

you landed on the vinyl

while I tended to the bags

under my eyes before bed.

This, of all places? But why?

Did you want a change of scene,

somewhere to make a fresh start?

Or did you just end up here

and have no idea why?

 

If your answer's the latter,

don't worry - you're not alone.

Poor thing - you were s...

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Also by Neil Robertson:

Fair | Pigeon | Desert | Interval | The Stream | Cigarettes and Rum |

The Passing of love

The Passing of love

 

It started in the dead of night

As the box dropped, the noose pulled tight

His eyes as cold as stone

His skin as white as bone

 

As the night grew colder

The light in his heart grew older

As the candles light came to end

The hearse rounds the final bend

 

The tears in his eyes made him choke

As the casket lowered, his heart broke

Lone...

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Submerged

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Submerged.

What can the boy do when he’s at home?
But only it isn’t his home because every night he feels so alone.
When the boy’s father drowns himself every night in liquor.
When he goes to school and is asked, “What happened?” while his eyes are left low and bruised
He responds with, “daddy did it.”

Years of not being allowed to visit mom on his birthdays
Years of not being able to t...

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Delightfully blown away

 

My courage in the middle of nowhere 
she came into my life like a grenade
I reeled back to familiar territory 
and stepped on a land-mine

Blown away! We both were and then we weren't...just 
a myriad of incandescent stardust undulating like waves
in a sea of oblivion...a sea that conquered the byzantine 
walls I erected to safeguard...? (NOTHING, nada, zip, zero)

HA!...Hahahahaha!...

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Also by Juan Pablo Lynch:

Giant flower | Sexual immorality | Test the test | C | Censorship | Ignite the flame | Reality? | Us three | I vowed to you | Stone not thrown | Unfinished conversations | Broken | Hunger |

 

love and romance

I am arisen

I rise

I go downstairs

I make you a coffee

I return

I shave

I shower

I dress

I am exhausted

I lay on the bed

I ponder the desires and the designs

Of heart mind and body

And the time for equilibrium to return

Time to recover

I rise

And go downstairs again

The medication gives me a headache

And I doze

I sit and watch any old toot on T.V.

I rise...

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Also by Martin Elder:

School dinners |

Lights

Now the lights are coming on
pink and orange, white and blue
from this distance they seem to melt into an aura
a haze hung above this haunted city

A clock tower looms over the rails
passing through this place I've never stopped here
I know nothing about how it moves or swells or stalls
but the lights all blanket it so heavenly
I think to myself, I'd like to return someday

Always, I fi...

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Unmatched Grace

When a traditional
Music and dance,
Accentuating
A century-old bilateral
Ties, took place
A biracial and mesmeric
Greeck  goddess,
With chocolate Lucy's face,
Exhibiting elegance
And radiant face
With splendour
Leased in the citadel of
My heart a place
Making it palpitate
Picking pace
Driving home
The intermingling of
This with that race
At times lends human beings
Unmatched gra...

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Poem XIX

 

I saw you dragging on the ground

longing I let you be free.

I hoped you didn’t find out

one day you could spread your wings.

Would you go to the west or east?

 

With those emerald eyes

you thought the time was a line.

You knew you weren’t mine,

but you finally could realize

the world was not your size.

 

You became a gorgeous creature.

You broke the crys...

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