Poetry Blogs (Jun 2017)

GRUNGE CONCERT

This concert I wanna tell you about

pivotal, '92 it was

grunge out of Seattle

you would have been there

I kid you not

if you'd knew about it

 

I was totalled then, a storm building

wipe - out brainwise.

Can't even remember where it was

this concert I wanna tell you about.

 

but it happened, know what i'm saying

fuck me it was up there

with Hendricks and th...

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Also by ray pool:

REACH FOR THE SKY | YOU SAY | AIMS | AUNT NORA | 70th BIRTHDAY BALLOON | WE'RE GOING DOWN TO THE COTSWOLDS | THE WAYFARER | MOTHER'S RUIN | BIRDMAN | SILVERSIDES v CHARRINGTON | ENGAGEMENT | DOWN MEMORY LANE | LAID TO REST |

THE SCUZZIE AND THE SOLERO

I am aware that many of my WOL chums see me as a little hard-hearted. Perhaps an incident that happened the other day will mollify this somewhat.

It was in Brighton and it was stonking hot. Our Gert and me decided to get an ice cream. But on the prom these could cost you £2.50 or more! So we found a Sainsbury's where we got a pack of three Soleros for £1.50. Result.

We were eating them when ...

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Also by John Coopey:

HOMEWORK | OL' MAN RIVER | LADY IN RED | PEPE THE SHEEP SHAGGER | WINNERS AND LOSERS | POETRY GARDEN |

A day and night at Treptower

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Treptower Park in mid June

late evening the long shadows are shrinking,

victorious statues enfolding Berlin orphans

their broadswords sheathed.

 

Staring across the dead towards the Motherland

some kneeling like gateways of shame,

tourists pass through and forgive

but few forget who come here.

 

Mother Russia is sobbing at the entrance

alone and solitary she c...

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Also by Wolfgar:

Base Camp | Come ye not | Scatterlings | The Drop | Grenfell raw | Decomposer | School gates | There ain't half been some clever bastards | Fresh water grooming | Stiff Upper | A suitable period of mourning |

The Bitch

She saunters about,

Her nose raised in superiority.

Peacock, proud and arrogant,

Strutting around,

 lethal with spite,

Spitting her viscous venom,

Wounds cut deep,

Lashed by her tongue,

Her actions grind others down.

Whip to spur them on,

Beaten brows cry out.

No autonomy,

Trust stolen,

Integrity lost,

Freedom withdrawn.

Her senseless cunning,

Enslav...

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Also by Louise Hogg:

One man and his dog. | The Path | What can you see? | Medication that's what I need | My Old Dog | Baby | Knock knock... | For a Friend | Sunny Days |

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At the corner of your mouth there is lightning

 

I am burning my fingers

Trying to remove the skin of a roasted red pepper

But someone, somewhere is dying

This songs climax is the lead singer screaming

‘ITS FADING’

But rather than the music dying down

It is getting louder and louder

So he must mean that the silence is fading

To successfully remove the skin of a red pe...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

ceremony | sick fire | nobody shall sleep | words in the silk | poem in which i find something beautiful |

No words Left

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Do  you realize we havent talked in weeks.

Have you realized that you have changed

you're no where near the same

you keep asking to go but its fine

go ahead leave me behind

Its been almost three years get serious 

I do not even know where to start..

I feel as if I have no words left

Im taking my last breathe and closeing my eyes

I hope too see you tonight

my dreams st...

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Also by Anna Slime:

She saved the world and lost herself |

 

#Original

Twelfth Dare

Entering to new room for this twelfth daring scene
Hearing people moaning, seeing women bobbing
As we head to a seat with a wicked throbbing
Looking at your stunned face to the action obscene

Take in the thrusting view and observe the fun parts
As my hand holds your hand and I kiss your red cheek
And we murmur to acts in front or our live peek
Not able to find words in these new twisted c...

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Also by Louis Audet:

Eleventh Dare | Tenth Dare | Ninth Dare | Eighth Dare | Seventh Dare | Sixth Dare | Fifth Dare | Fourth Dare | Third Dare | Second Dare | First Dare | Canada 150 (1) | Blue eyes, brown eyes | Freedom at WOL | Last Lecture | Sex drive | Cougar | Let loose | Retirement - Sunday | Retirement - Saturday | Retirement - Friday | Retirement - Thursday | Retirement - Wednesday | Retirement - Tuesday | Retirement - Monday | For the loving moment | Right moves | The bachelor song | Genocide |

 

Daring night series

Ride Home

Red lights
Blue lights flashing
Sirens screaming
These 3 employees
Hoping they can save me

I cut my wrists
I just won't stop bleeding
I hope they don't succeed
I know I won't ruin their evening

I just want to sleep
They're still speeding
Red lights
Green lights passing
Bandages and monitoring

5 minutes pass
I start crashing
They start panicking
I can't stop myself from smiling

My...

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Encore

The language of the heart is the hardest to learn

Fluency is disrupted by the mind's heavy tongue

analytic and avoidant

words catch in our throats and settle back into bellies

full of things we would not share

 

the pain is great like an elephant

stepping on my sternum

I start to release a phrase

only to find no air in my lungs-

my hands clasped unconsciously over my ...

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Sluggish

Recklessly sluggish
After sleepless dusk
An open eye survivor
Struggles to wake up.
She sweeps the air,
Fingertips stretched or
As far as her muscles
Let her catch the
Wondering wool sheep.
Tension fills her peak
Until the release, then
She slumps and grumbles
Into her abused chair;
Melting once again
Into today's tedious affair.

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Also by Michaela Sheldon:

Ride the Bean | Foggy Day | I wrote this in tears | Sweet Extraction | See These Flowers | Violent Verdict | Tender Mild | Pathetically Drawn | Pitter Pat Cat | Blue Silk | My Single Mother | My Bladder | When Am I Full? | When is It Full? | His Before Mine | Suckle Numple | Sour Fingers | Time is Flying | Red Stain | Twin of Hypnos | Collarbones | Mum Was Right | Beauty x3 | I Really Shouldn't Eat in the Sand. | I, The Loon | My Detonating Device | The Pekoe |

Love is not fixed, Shakespeare!

Hi! This is me Mukund Iyer. It has been a long time putting up with a nice blog post. So here I am, giving you a piece of advice of how love is not real in my view.
 

"Love is not constant. It is a variable in the equation of intersection between individual life and society."


The above line says it all. Love is not real. Now, Shakespeare, one of the most notorious person with a way around E...

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Also by Mukund Iyer:

Feminism: A talk about it | Ballad of a Procrastinator | Thrifty |

 

call me crazyjustificationlove is not real

against the background of a December sky

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icy midnight.

Looking up and through

the irregular angles

of your snow dressed skeletal form.

 

Although winterly stripped to the bone

I see you far more suitably adorned

with the ever fruitful

constellation of stars

 

Patricia Wilde

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

neccessary interaction | not exactly Psalm 23 | re the enforced evictions-+ | Paranoia | Corner Stone | accruing achievements | My fathers way of toughing it out | warmly laughing while f*****g freezing! | Dregs | Afterglow | oration for those at the arse end of life | Angst addict | mucky merry-go-round |

New Book by David Cooke

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Look what arrived in Perth, Western Australia, today!  

I look forward to a cup of coffee and some peace and quiet to concentrate and enjoy 'After Hours', by David Cooke.

Thanks to the publisher, Bob Carling and (of course) David.

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Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:

Red Lipstick | My Life as a Sari | PRIORITY SEATING No. 2 | Foetal naked at fifty | Keep |

 

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The Ocean

We wander out to the ocean

    For solace

    For peace

    For escape

Nothing on land can provide the same feeling as the waves wash away the cares

Its strong current unrelenting over and over again

And then the tide recedes and its gentle rolling waves relax you as a welcoming friend

It knows how to shake you, force you to become one with nature, or spit you out.

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Also by Kimberly Ray:

The Magic Beginning | Breaking bones, breaking plans | March Forth | Little Babies |

Unforgiven 1986 / the nowhere poems

 

The sin
that stains
our bed.
 
the innocence
burnt from
our amber eyes.
 
naked
half dreams
now 
burrowed
inside
my soul.

 

It is a 

tomb to you

that I 

now live in.
 
I am 
like a
a delinquent
child 
running
mad in my

head begging

for the hungry

hounds to

devour me

and get 

their fill.
 
a neighbor next
closes his

bedroom window

i...

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Also by david patrick simon:

The solitude of silence / the nowhere poems | The dance of tides / the nowhere poems | 50 plus years / the nowhere poems | Our darkness / the nowhere poems | A morning dream / the nowhere poems | Drain the sky / the nowhere poems | Sitting / the nowhere poems | This moment / the nowhere poems | ringmaster 9/ the nowhere poems | Irish dreams / the nowhere poems | The 47 year old poem / the nowhere poems | The cracker chronicles / the nowhere poems | Pages / the nowhere poems | The shadows of ashes / the nowhere poems | Auntie N / the nowhere poems | Out of breath / the nowhere poems |

The Beautiful Disaster

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The girl, who gave into all her desires.

Lived for big dreams, in hopes of being admired. 

Her hard work leaving her restless and forever tired.

Awaiting to hear an employer say: "you're hired!"

Hearts hard-wired, dreams broke, all that is left for her is pain, she slowly chokes.

 

As her world crumbles to its core, she wonders can she handle any more? 

Thoughts erupt flowing ...

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The Granddaughter Plays

Today as my Granddaughter plays..

I fall into the simple haze

Childhood memories of long lost Daze

Feelings I had forgotton as I grew into age

How I sometimes miss that childhood haze.

Billowing curtains and breezes gone by,

I feel the beauty of my own childhood, minds' eye

Childhood haze, really never goes bye.

 

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#susansfind#poetry#Susangreene

concealer of courage

Her rising to the surface of life is without possibility

she continues sinking

knowing what terrible consumer

is working its destruction beneath her calm exterior.

 

There is no need for her apology of having tried to go it alone

but the thought of her having tried to do so

brings on a series of unwanted gulps in my throat.

 

Here is a lady who always insisted

on bein...

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Also by Jemima Jones:

pausing in hell | betterment | lost babie's | tonight again the tumult | sorrow must never forget | relocation's,revision's,revival's. | without warning | from behind smashed windows | In a downloaded dream |

BASS GUITAR

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  BASS GUITAR

 

 The bass guitar is not loud enough

 He explained solemnly

 Unless it rattles your cufflinks

 In the back row

 It's not concerned with melody

 Just there to add some body.

 

 That was a long time ago

 In our long hair days

 The next time we met

 His locks had disappeared

 Mine were slowly thinning

 I reminded him of his saying.

 

...

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Learning to stop feeling guilty for getting my shit together

It suddenly struck me
It's the end of June, I thought.
That means. Oh shit that means
her anniversary is here again.
I felt a sense of guilt because
the date of her passing had slipped my mind
I guess I've just been busy
visiting friends and family
and moving to a new area.
Oh and I've not been particularly well.
Nothing to worry about Mum
I just keep having these seizures
I never had ...

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Fated

Human beings.

Angular, awkward, uncomfortable bags of bones,

Cushioned with invisible souls.

Temporary hosts.

Mortal, limited, predetermined founts of fertiliser,

Conceived by intangible passions.

Hybrid constructs.

Blended, many splendored suffusions of spirits,

Concocted to indorse uncertainties.

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Also by Rob J Mann:

Haiku: Togetherness | Whose Cide Are You On | Sarah's Song |

one sunday morning

Sunday Morning

 

Puddles on cobblestones

 Had a film of spent

rainbows,

 clouds rested on rooftops

 and tear streaked windows misted;

dejected curs 

sniffed the air as a damp army

of washing hung limply on balconies.

Church bells peeled 

the faithful prepared for mass,

unseen and

under arches the tormented

 waited for the bar

to open and release them

...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

fire storm | no sex | a new beginning | watery end | lower class | sink bucket | the first flower | 007 | when in Rome | choices | homeward | redemption | a vision | the interior landscape | paint with words | it could happen | to see clearly | harvest time | the ambulance 1 | misgivings | all roads |

Time, Beings


Acute humans, lonely in angles.
Attempting life, death in bedsits adept
while the children they might have had
move by, skipping dead futures in the sunlight.

Cries like mice unborn, alive as ibis dead, 
the yet to be, the much too soon. The swears
on their behalf. So many meanings please just

let them die a life, form a death so lovely
that souls gather like apes upon a pond
of rip...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

Owl By Lamplight | Remember The Butterfly |

The Law Of This Land

They think that we are not worthy . The chosen few . With the gift of the gab and the wealth to get through .  They make their own laws . Thinking all should abide . But where are the laws of this Land . And how do we stand . We remember Laws were made when we were young . And now it's very unfair . We don't get a say when we know things are wrong . Why are we not listened to . Why are we abused ....

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Our Mums Past And Present | No Words Needed | Make Do And Mend | Shameful | Beautiful | No Holes In My Socks | People | Don't You Belive It | Racism | Don't | No Words | What A Lovely Song | Song Bird | Who Is Driving Our Taxis | My Chidren | If Only | Talk To Some One | What Next | The Remoaners |

Dear, Moon

Dear, Moon

Will the pain go away?

Will I ever stop thinking about him by the day?

Call it what you may,

but it must have been real.

Though, the next day

he did say

no love did he feel.

My lips are sealed. 

Mocking the existence of those kisses. 

Now all my prayers and wishes are for him.

If we are never to be again,

then what must I do?

Dear, Moon?

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OCD

O-C-D-C

1-2-3;

D-C-O-C

4-5-6;

Must touch once, twice, thrice!

Otherwise I must pay the price!

Penetrating thoughts that won’t go away,

Compulsions that haunt me day by day,

Anxiety comes, anxiety goes,

Got guilt, depression and so much obsession.

O-C-D-C

1-2-3;

C-D-O-D

Please leave me!

 

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Also by Toby W:

Grandad's Armchair | Driftwood |

 

anxietyawarenesshopemental healthmental health issuesOCD

unknown soldier (half-life)

I see you

 

left forsaken

in the desert

 

along the footsteps

to the threshold

of your own home..

 

to spare you

the kiss of pity

upon your cheek

 

I would send before you

great trembling and thunder

 

to awaken all that sleep

within your house

 

while you still walk

the earth athirst...

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Also by elPintor:

watchdog | the parachutist (deployed) |

The 'Magic Money Tree'

As a Country we have been conned.
Just like magic, a wave of the wand.
Behind magic mirrors, a cheap trick.
Out of nowhere, through smoke thick.

Out of thin air, suddenly there to see.
Teresa May has found a 'money tree'
Great timing for the DUP it was found.
On its branches over a billion pound.

This money tree must reach the sky.
A money tree means 10 votes to buy.
Nothing left on the ...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

Snared Rats | The Butterfly | 'Mates Rate' | The River Styx | Sleeping Dogs | My Life Beneath The Sea | Left Behind |

Adam's Humanity

 

Allow that the least atom may be separated from all else:
this was my position.
Darkness, or rather nothingness
in every direction,
and every second identical.
As my fears that I must be asleep, drugged, dead or worse
shrank like stars of the morning
I knew their fate to be like mine
and emptiness, darkness or nothingness
was not really so bad!
It was now I saw as if with eyes
a br...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Exordium | Towering Factory Gates | For Me Gardening Mam | Bedtime Of Doom | Foundlings |

THE BLAME GAME

Give them the occasion...give them the day

And you will find they came

To play in everything they say

The easy game of blame.

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

THE VIEW FROM HERE | EXCUSE ME | A TALE OF TWO CITIES | PERFORMANCE | THE POETRY JUDGE | LAND OF HOPE AND JACKANORY | HATE IS NEVER LATE |

Sincerely Yours

Spring was formed in the evening by the residual dew of storms,

When I gandered out the window in the morning,

Looking for you wearing your dress,

With the dreams of a family, I had once had,

I found nothing

 

In my mind.

 

Where are you?

I wonder towards old times written in tablets to the tune of women and children,

And I ask,

Where are you about to go and see,

...

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Also by Adrian Metcalf:

Believe in the Rain | Helpless | Converged Atop a Lonely Island | Swaying of a Bird | Red Velvet Sand | Ashes of a Phoenix | The Consistency of Water | Love Yourself | Create the World |

 

DepressionHeartbreakloveMelodramaticSadSincerely Yours

Beyond

I find that I must live in a world

Where, between that desperate dusk and a new dawn,

And between many a dawn and its dusk,

The only reality lies in love.

 

To be in love in that first dawn

And in the dusk, was to feel the sun

Warm our very passion every minute of every hour,

Reality lay only in the other.

And beyond that dreadful dusk, nothing

but dawns and dusk and ...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Meaning | Druid Lane | Monument |

 

harsh realityhopeloverenewaltime

Vestigial Tales

Vestigial Tales

Lost when you
Become an adult

What you could tell
Your younger self

Some feelings
You can't even spell

Leaving their marks
Without a pause

It's colder inside
Than it is out

You're left with
Vague suspicions

And drowned meanings
Still haunted by what

You thought
You'd become

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Roleplay | The corporate poet | Beautiful | Laughter | Reverse Cinderella | The calm was the last thing to fall | Drugs | Daily Horrors | Runningintoyou | In Public | free market |

Emotional Prostitute

Every heart wants somethings thats harder to get

Like looking for that rainbow in the desert 

Or the dry spot in the rain forest

But no some people are hunters

They prey on your weak emotions while you pray for acceptance

You could stand up for them while they stain your name when your down 

That same stain will be seen around town

Looking for love no im just a corner hoe for ...

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Grotesque decadence

A small piece I wrote while sitting by the river today, I actually hand wrote about 5 of these and left them at all the surrounding buildings haha ! 

The river dances, An iridescent reflect the sun shines as it mirrors and presents
A cinematic silhouette 
Birds glide, dive into the depths, lizards leapt down the oyster coated steps.
Dip there feet and feast on what the fishermen left, Rotten...

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Also by Jakob Robinson:

Depart. | Give me peace. |

 

 

#animals#beach#death#enviroment#life#pain#seaside#sky#tragedy#water

A lesson In Loss

Frequently she is lost between the now and then

Drenched daily in ancient memories

but forgetting the who,the what,the where.

On a good day she knows she is separating from herself

she sees the distance from reality;

a steady drip of decay,rotting,

her page being erased.

The white noise of loss comes in waves

increasing her anxiety and making her pace the room,

a tango o...

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Also by Patricia Hughes:

History | The Elephant | A Poem For The Disenfranchised | Pain and Joy with nothing in between. | I'm Fine. | The day my dad went mad. | Now and Then |

Noughts and Crosses

I'm finding

(quite often nowadays) 

that I'm slowly running out of words to describe how you left me

like a blackhole, in both good ways and bad 

it sucks in all that was good and rips those memories from me 

but takes away all that I hated 

 

I have so much I want to say 

and so much I hold back on 

too stubborn 

to admit what I wish I could 

 

I wonder how you...

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Also by Cait Abbott:

MMXVII |

 

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Coal Ash Maisey

 

 Coal Ash Maisey

 

 

Fingers gnarled like liquorice roots

Arthritic, bent and twisted.

Filthy blackened fingernails

Her crooked digits blistered

She stoops to rake the fire

An avalanche on the grate

Another burn on her pinafore

A sad, pathetic state

Consumed in ash from the hearth

A cloud both thick, and hazy

In her hair, and on her clothes

They calle...

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Also by Kevin:

The Foundling | Grandad Slugshaw's recycling bin | Cap Badge Proud. (UBIQUE) |

Ice Or Fire

Watch out for the fire

It burns your skin

Watch out for the ice

It freezes your soul

What would you prefer

Ice or fire

Freezing to death or

Turning into ashes

They both frighten me

But fire frightens me the most

My biggest fear is that my house will lit on fire

And that I will burn with it

But when I'm dead

I do want to be cremated 

That sounds weird

Li...

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Child's Play

Running through the playground with a red ball
Kicking up dust of a joy he once knew
A right footed volley is greeted by the roar
Of helicopters circling above the street.
As the few play Jenga with the lives of many,
Walls and dreams crumble around his bare feet.
A kaleidoscope of gas, blood and orange
Ambulance seats tumble before his eyes.
Simply a child. Lullabied to sleep by mother’s ...

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Also by Eva Curless:

Cardboard Boxes | Just a Nurse | An Evening by the Mersey | The Last Night with Grandad. |

 

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Life

Life

Life is not fair

Or is it?

It can drain you bare

Or make your face lit

 

It’s the master of us all

Its gives and it can take

You can feel like the king of the ball

Some days its bread other days cake

 

In it’s eyes

People are all the same

The bond that ties

Those who goes and those who came

 

For everyone in life there is a beginning

And ther...

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Also by Neill Barnard:

Light breaking through |

Finedon Mill

There’s the lightest frisson,

a gentle breeze, caught up

and nudged by the threat

of an approaching storm

to shake lacework ripples

across the millpond’s placid face.

Once spent the bobbing lilies

slowly come to rest, so dapping flies

may once more tap dance

on the settled spreading pads.

Watched by a bowed but proud straw man

aged branches creak and wheeze,

bee...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Vox | Morning Bill | Makyo | Free Radicals |

Wearing Thin

More frequently now, come moments

When life wears thin

And through the threadbare tissue

That we call family, community, society

That we call culture, values, mores

I see the loneliness of the living

And, more surely, the loneliness of the dead

Beyond the manufacture and the fabrication

Lies the truth, which some have named beautiful

And some have named despair

Alonen...

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Re-clad

Theresa told us, that there simply was no magic money tree

Until she conjured up a billion to buy the D.U.P.

For every vote - one hundred million? Sounds like bribery to me.

How it affects our strong and stable union - We'll have to wait to see.

 

Lizzie Regina - finds her coffers swelled by nearly another ten percent

While her high rise dwelling subjects get just an air bed for ...

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Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:

Stay Put | Our City Of Many Bridges |

Above My Home

A top the ridge I sit

The meadow below I live

The sun setting in the west shines new perspective on the eastern mountain tops

The color of gold

a sight with all the riches can't be sold

 

The Columbia River or Lake Roosevelt from the damn that changed our old ways to new so that we stay in power, snakes down the vally of old

 

I sit here to contemplate my anger

but the b...

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Also by New Shoes:

Blood Transfusion | Just A Thought | New Shoes, by the artist formally known as Old Shoes |

Hell

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My insides so dark

You can't see the soul

The light cock back

Darkness takes control

 

Oh, please don't mind me

I'm just spilling my guts

One line at a time

With no rhythm at all

 

Questions always pondering

Answers never solving

Promises never fulfilling

A vicious cycle

 

Closing my eyes to see a spot of hope

To light up my twilight soul

But when...

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Also by Keith Williams:

Tunnel | Better Than Me | Piece | Skin | Slipping Away | Afraid of Society | Hopeful | "For Ashley" :) | For Ali :) | That Feeling | The Girl with the Ruby Shoes | Storm | Body Language | New Friends Are Golden | Loose Ends | Graduation | For Brianna | Queen Of The Sea | Lights | Dreaming of Me and You | Neon | Memories | For Meghan 💗 | Happiness | Book | Running Away |

 

hell

dweeb.

(fun fact: im writing this while we're on hangouts but you're talking to your grandma)

you are the reason for my sanity.

you are my everything.

my best friend, my brother, my will to live, my source of happiness.

the more i open up to you

about the inerworkings of my brain

i gain confidence.

the more i share with you 

about my darkest thoughts,

i feel less lonley

cos ...

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Also by m.k.:

sleep deprived teen angst. (aka, sad jumbled b/s i wrote after staying up all night) | bridges. | old habits. new habits. you won't be proud. |

 

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Pheasants

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Upon being handed

the gun I

choose to recline on wet, springy turf

and then lay down on the

wrinkled blue tarpaulin,

to pepper the air,

Phasianus Colchicus

blurting out the why and the where

and clasping my sweat

at 26 metres.

 

The older corners are the best

the low-hanging branches,

the leafy hollows, amalgamated bark, bush

and clumps of stone,

discar...

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2017

National Poetry Day Event - Eastbourne. Submissions invited

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 “Freedom: A Search for Meaning”
The Poetry Café On Stage
 27th September 2017 evening
The Under Ground Theatre, Eastbourne

Local poets & poetry performers are invited to submit poems for performance on the theme of “freedom“.

Individual poets may perform for up to 10 min or as a duo/group for 15 min. The programme format (3 x 30 min sections with 2 x 20 min breaks) will be finalised base...

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