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INHALE/EXHALE

Inhaling the chill of the night,

My pace quickens.

I soon realize where I am.

 

Time stops.

 

Exhaling fears, anxiety, stress.

My heart slows.

I notice the sound of a train in the distance.

 

Time resumes.

 

Inhaling the scent of pine tree and oil.

My thoughts race.

I remember the diner just past the railroad tracks.

 

But time stops again.

 

e...

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Also by invisible:

Priorities |

The Surrogate Writer

The Surrogate Writer

 

My thoughts could never languish

as does my mortal frame

As my mind is a perpetual

cascade of ideas each which

indent themselves in my complexity

Words are in a flurry

as snowflakes dance about

Phrases interlock and call

to be heard and remembered

Intense activity inhabits

and pervades my thinking

capacity, relentless in 

a desire, a...

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Also by keith jeffries:

What we do... | Two in One | A Dormitory Town | Black Lives Matter? | The Nation State | Steam | Lowered | Trumpit | Not Included | Refugees | Stop | The Spirit | Existence & Purpose | Before you..... | Abused to abuser | Trust | Damned | The Second World | Trees | Stand up | An Allotted Time | Despair | Duplicity | Where the heart is... | They are ours | The Serpent | Dunkirk - then and now | A Refugee Family | Human Nature |

Let it go

Do you feel like round peg trying to push in square?
Where you can't fit in mold that others did design
Being called abnormal by popular baseline
Yet being genius under your steady care

Wanting the best of you in every moment
Being in your own core, clear mind and a sane soul
To make proper judgement of your values to goal
As you guide your actions, your thoughts and your movements

The...

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Also by Louis Audet:

Parent-Teacher meeting | The duet | Partnership | At Community Center | Living Past | Tragedies | Our great land | To my grand-daughters | Bright Light | Where will it go? | Apology | Thoughts written down | Solitude | Vivre | La chance qu'on a | Truth hurts | Question of life | La tasse | The dream that lasts | Seeing with open eyes | The college years | The longing night | The release | Friday - Retreat | Thursday - Retreat | Wednesday - Retreat | Tuesday - Retreat | Monday- Retreat | Sunday- Retreat | Sexless Marriage |

Thud

Time is infinite now
music carries the essence 
of a soul like an echo inside
repeating rhythmically 
drumming through history 
thud thud thud comes the love 
blue red is my blood
blue was the colour 
I caught from above

like a train in my brain 
acid rain stains colour 
reclaims the lights flash 
either side a fairground ride 
alive inside my mind 
feels always like 
I'm crashing...

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Also by MyDystopiA:

WordPlay | PaperMate (explicit) | Blunt | Scattered Matter | Clay | Amber |

Infinitytimemusicartist musings

Falling

My Heart Beat Beat Beat.

My Heart Beat Beat Beat.

Feels like I am falling from 9000ft

A rollercoaster with no end

& when I am with you it begins to ascend

My Heart Beat Beat Beat.

My Heart Beat Beat Beat.

 

may be hidden and discreet, 

but it's the only way it can avoid defeat.

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Also by Meme Warburton:

Selfishly Human |

FearLoveScaredhidden

The Prettiest Girl in the Co-op

You were the prettiest girl in the Co-op.

You said it yourself, to the lad on the other till,
when I was in the queue.
You were just messing around, of course,
flirting a little, perhaps,
but it was true.

You asked me once, as you scanned my sausages,
if the sun had gone down yet.
You said you were starving.
I told you it hadn’t, and knew what it meant -
that a couple of drinks in th...

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Boogeyman

You stare through the silence 

Eyes still, in the night

Disguised in the shadows

cast down,by moonlight 

You gaze to the maze                             

of humanities sprawl  

Then into the alleys and 

dark places you crawl

You hunt, by the moon

Stealthy and light 

You are the boogeyman 

that hides in the night

Long are your fingers 

Skeletal tools

For p...

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

Unforgotten Tune | Nightmare | Away from the sun | Stygian stare | Fake News | Haunted | Tomorrow | Harvest |

DOWN BY THE MEWSTONE - audio version

Come with me to the small car park by the fields of Higher Brownstone high above Kingswear and the

River Dart in South Devon where the track to the old World War Two coastal defences is marked by a

solitary tree.  Breathe in the salty air and step out down that track towards the sea.

.............................................................................................................

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

ENGLISH HILLS - an audio version | DON'T MENTION THE ENGLISH! | DANCING IN THE DARK | PULLING DOWN STATUES | TOLERANCE | HUG | STUPID IS | LAST POST - closing the book | YESTERDAY ONCE MORE - a re-post for the summer hols! |

The New Boy

I gave him everything that I didn’t even know I had

More than just what’s on the outside

He knows my soul, inside and out

He can play a trivia game about me with me, and I know he’ll still beat me

He knows the way I fidget my fingers when I’m anxious

He noticed the way my  lips would curl when I always wanted to laugh in a serious situation

He’s the only one that knows till this ...

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LATE SUMMER WIND

The wind has been playful all day

along the castellations of the coastline

ducking down behind signs

aquaplaning through valleys

puffing deckchairs inside out

 

brushing the pelts of heather and vetch

forcing his attentions

fancying his chances

 

troubling those in age's advances

and like all young souls has worn himself out

hands deep in air pockets

 

cre...

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Also by ray pool:

NO FRILLS | WORLDS ON WHEELS | FAMILY PLANNING | AN EVENING OUT IN THE 70s | SHE LOVED THAT CARDIGAN | THE GARDEN BRIDGE(From Tales of the Unaccepted) | PUBLIC AMENITIES | THE AUTOBIOGRAPHIES OF THE FAMOUS | TALES OF THE UNEXPECTED |

Fucking Kids

Fucking kids

 

When I was you and you were me

We wouldn't've liked the same things 

 

You're much smarter than me

And don't the patience for such trivialities

 

There are twice as many people around

All with their own desires and dreams 

 

We need to make way for them

Romantic fantasies to the contrary

 

When I was you and you were me

I liked simpler th...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

End of Summer | Sunga is here | Pillow & Clock | Dream Country | Cocooning | Dreams keep me up all night | Bodies of Questions | Fascist Haircut | The Quality of our Solitude | Pictures of people having fun | Your Great Indifference |

Voices in my head(pt 1)

 

You dance with tears in your eyes

They dont see past your peircing lies

and as each one dies

so you continue to rise.

You're playing games

but you arent bothered by fame,

and as you dance in the flames

they cant understand the games you play.

Some nights you dance alone at night

with tears in your eyes,

no music playing

trying to keep your demons at bay

try...

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Also by Eseosa:

S.K.I.N | Lost entity pt 1 |

Congregation

 

we congregate

at 3am

huddled, not with hands together,

(no one prays out loud)

in silent supplication to whatever

can remove us from this hour

 

we do not have our hands together

prayers are whispered inwardly

desperation tethered to the tiny tips of light

as they hurtle down from high above

this no smoking arena

 

we do not pray out loud

this ensembl...

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Also by Laura Taylor:

Surprise | True Colours (with apologies to Cyndi) |

We Are Them

 

     They are poor old creatures washed up from the sea
-best not look- or might they be waiting...
who can say... the last word of the comedy
     to hurl themselves through the waves, and end it?
Either way nothing to do with us.
One tries a word-search puzzle, one drifts off in the shade.
     The ebb and the flow
          a gentle tide plays.

     We accompany ourselves with gr...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Love's Creature | Old Beacon Wood | Poet And Poetry | Brexit Update (August 2017) | A Figure Stood |

you just chime in me

"Who you are I know not,
The place of pilgrimage you hail from
you make me wonder
How you tune yourself to the rhythm of the world of mine!
Bringing me beneath your canopy
while the cloud outshine the sky
you just catch the glimpse of the smiling sun
Tell me what austerity
spread the trap of the peace!
you just melt my ego into
your fragrance of love
I know the pride you too are endowed...

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GENDERS

Trying to get my boyfriend to understand me

is like trying to teach a duck to do hop scotch

He is divorce of my needs

all he sees is his wants

I don't think it is out of cruelty

just how he is...

He is such a man and I am such a girl

we collide

He wears sarcasam like a second set of skin

his badge of honor is being a smart ass

I tend to be gullible and soft hearted

...

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Also by lynn hahn:

ARTISTS | DON'T QUIT | FIX EM UP GUYS | IF I COULD CHOOSE | SORRY | BLOOD RUNS THICK | POETRY | KEEP UP THE FIGHT | NO MONEY ON THE TABLE | SUCKER FOR SWEET TALK | TO THE ONE |

Reflections on Humanity (and Other Things Too)

The potential of the plant is in the seed.

The potential of the animal is in the egg.

How could I perceive myself

As greater than the seed or the egg?

Just because I'm human?

The 'thinking' animal, you say.

Reason and dexterity – and all that jazz!

Minute manipulation of mind and limb

Spinning the wheel of species' progress.

 

But, you know, if you put a mark on a whe...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

'Puttin' on the Ritz' |

Arzoo

By: Mirza Sharafat

Khushboo se mehakta aisa hi sansaar hota
ye mosam mere yaha har baar hota

tujhe manaana baar baar sirf hunar hai mera
tera roothna phir kis qadar dushwaar hota

tu kar chuka hai soda emaan ka, ehsaas ka
bawajood iske tu kabhi sharamsaar hota

fakhr e talwaar wo, qatil e kufaar hota
youm e ashoor hamrah Hussain ke Mukhtaar hota

tu haar chuka hai baazi Sharafat ki...

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Also by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh:

Raaz | Aisa Kyu | Kohl |

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missing you

Missing you, since you've been away

Long to hear your mmm's and whispers

Soon again in my ear

Feel the vibrations, and your breath on my skin

For now it's words or face on a screen

The face I want to take in my hands and kiss

To forget about these separations, months at a time

Standing at the airport, waiting anxiously

To feel your arms around me as we meet

The crowd tur...

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LUUK

He put some hours in at the Abbey, did Luuk.  Just as a volunteer, you understand.  Mostly in the café but he’d lend a hand humping and shoving if heavier work needed it.

He was Dutch and spoke good English with that clipped precision of his countrymen.  His biggest giveaway were “S’s” which, like many other Dutch people he pronounced “Sh”.  He was a big bloke and always eating and I remember h...

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Also by John Coopey:

"WHAT A FUCKING DIET!" | WIDENING THE CIRCLE OF FRIENDS | HAPPY ANNIVERSARY | COLLIERS AND KIDS | THOSE HOTTIES FROM THE GDR | HEY, MO! | LIPOSUCTION |

Helpless

My friend hurts and there's nothing I can do. Time stood still for you… and I was sleeping Forgiving me is not in my scheme of things. Your world crumbled … I was not there. Through silly vibrations I awoke to a world so different…. So sad….so silent and empty. The news come and I SCREAM your name wishing… the loudness would shatter this nightmare But I am awake and it’s not a dream, “you lost you...

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Also by Shaakiera Schroeder:

Silence Needed | Everything self; Beneath the surface | Powermoves and Hope... Leaps above all : The story of one BBoy steps of hope. A Super BBoy who possess the power to fly, but all he wants to do is dance! A BBoy called Mickey. | Tears, Earned | Still | I Am Alive | An Introduction, a glance into my soul | Choosing to stay. | Remembering, Me...Woman Infinite. | Rise Up...Live Your Truth | Conspiracy Imagined...close to heart,it remembers. | Pieces of Freedom; A personal perspective on Freedom and the deeply intimate significance of the powerful influence it silently wields in my life. | All Poems of Shaakiera Schroeder |

loss of a childfriendshipselfless lovecommitment

September Memories

Prose intro.

I can feel September this morning.

Standing here on the balcony.

" Welcome cooling breeze "  I breath in deeply.

Locuts buzzing in the trees

The flowers in the garden, going to seed.

Verse...

Memories of childhood,  came surgeing throug the years, Appearing in the present, I knew that you'd be here. There I am, a Boy, in the old backyard In long  ago Sept...

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Also by terry l shuff:

Right of Passage | Pathetic utterings | who knows? | Natures Music | The vision | Home | Autumn's Encore | Bond of Love | Their. LAST | could do no more | know your self with in | Right of passage | The Antique store | Gossimer sanctuary | Realities fixed price | Haiku |

Privately Poetic

Say these words aloud?

Never would I dare.

I closed my eyes

imagining that you were standing there.

I wrote down words of passion

and words that set me free.

I hoped for what could happen

though we could never be.

But on my notebook pages

I am free to roam.

You are here with me

and I am not alone.

I feel you take my hand 

and hold it ever tight

In my world...

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Also by Lyrical Lexa:

Summer Rain | White Night | For You |

Spoorwegen

Talking Asperger in Holland’s gutter
women for men
man-hiding in scab wombs
smell the dad perfume
childlessness disease
restless rights and south paws breaking Pentagon’s cyber world
devise numerical love


*(Copyright is mine. Please contact me if you want to use or perform any of my poems.)

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Also by Paul Welsh:

90% polyester | Glasgow bolt on |

Beat Poetrypoempoetryverse

The Controller of Life


The controller of life

Everyday we see levels of control
From the day we gain consciousness
To the day we lose vitality.
it causes our blood to boil
But then let's our air flow freely
Yet no matter what
there is only one.
One controller to decide if we live or die
One controller to see how hard we try
One controller to test our faith
One controller to keep us safe
One controlle...

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Promiscuity

(Now that the antibiotics are begining to fail, this might be a good time

again for this little `warner` which was written as an answer to a poem

by Liverpool Scene poet Sid  Hoddes who wrote a funny poem called

(I think) `The promiscuity Calypso`...which played entertainingly on the 

way he ended the word promiscuity.)

 

 

CHORUS

(Promiscuity, promiscuity

It isn`t a sin...

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

a sin against the spirit | Betty in a windy sunset. |

NOT IN THE CARDS

Ruling the roost,

makes me boost,

can be induced,

after I was introduced.

Narcisst I am,

sweet as jam,

either you say it ham,

or censure it sham.

 But now infra dig,

to see my headway big,

adict following like frigg,

is the reason behind my trig?

Whatever the intellect be,

juxtapose to open sea,

life is ongoing glee,

flying like a bird free!

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Also by MANISHA SAINI:

ECSTASY SHOWER | YOU ROCK MY WORLD | BALL OF FIRE |

The Royal Free

The Royal Free hums its energetic life

As I sit musing in my garden

A background drone always there

As the hospital is always open for care

It's summer so the trees mask its physical presence 

Just the joined up sound of health and excellence

We moved here with two small boys

And thought being near The Free might be handy

Energetic boys in an energetic city

Who knows the...

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Also by IanQ:

The power of a place | My boys |

boyscaringhospitalRoyal Free

A Northern Greeting

There are some things I can't tolerate first thing on a morn
I don't mind a cockerel crowing to greet a fresh new dawn
But today I had roll my eyes and felt sad and forlorn 
'cos I woke to find three UFOs had landed on my lawn

Now, normally, I'd be the type to calmly count to three
take a deep breath, put on a smile, then the kettle to make tea
But all I could think this morning was 'blood...

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Also by David Lindsay:

From Afar |

Future Voice

 

Future Voice

 

looking back

the signs were there

all around us

but

we did not understand that when

the seasons forgot to change

people would forget to love

 

exhausted by climbing money fed dreams

we could not hear

the last short breaths of small things

and although we knew the song of bees

grew quieter with every year

we had no time to listen

t...

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Also by Karen Ankers:

Unbound | I Was Born With Too Many Echoes | In That Minute | What We Do Not See |

The mean spoke your name

Spikes of chance

Forgive themselves

In the noise

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Also by Chunks and Marrow:

Drown the brakes |

Remember when

Remember when the days seemed to go on forever, the smell of watermelon grass and endless summer nights...the music you felt inside your heart, that fist kiss that left you feeling airy and light? How i long for that rush of innocent bliss...a walk hand in hand or an innocent kiss, the naivity that came with our unassuming youth..just being happy in what we thought was actually the truth. Summer n...

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Also by Heidi:

Reflection with Hope | Tired |

THe Many names of rain

Precipitation within sight
Rain, drizzle, mizzle
Soft weather, mucky weather
‘The Smoky Smirr o Rain’
Liquid sunshine
Slow words, gentle
But it was spitting this morning
Pitter patter, splash, splish, splodge, squelch
And it bucketed down last night
A torrent,  raining cats and dogs
Not a light soaking rain
Squalling, hailing and sleeting
Flooding, flowing, swamping
A deluge chucking ...

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Rainpoemscience

In Another Room

How easy it is to lapse

into false memory

lying awake deepening the grooves

of a thought over and over.

Was it really you in that room all those years ago?

Lent over a desk on a hot summer night

listening to the quietened sounds

of a humming city,

feeling closer than ever

to all that was vital in life

as a woman whose thoughts

you couldn't fathom

lay meters from...

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Also by Tom Harding:

Harvesting | Late Summer | Balcony |

What our love has to say

She:          Like a sky seems so close 

                  but so far from our imagination

 

He:           So close year so far 

                So vast and yet so near

 

She:        So kind that doesnot appear

               Everything that seems true suddenly disappears

               You can never feel what she feels 

               Its so hard and an impossible deal

...

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Also by Dipta Gomes:

Tears that Speak | Words of my Life | Within My Mind | Sweetness of You | Falling in Love | My joys of Love | The Pain I bear | Watery Eyes | Melted Ice | Dreams And Stars | The love in Me | Sleepless Nights |

When I Die

When I die, mourn not my passing
But celebrate my life.
If you knew me, then I knew you too,
And you touched my life
- As I touched yours.


Throw a stone into a pond
And ripples spread in ever widening circles.
So the ripples of my life spread
- To touch the lives of many others.


But in my turn I was touched
- By the many ripples of your lives -
And for that I thank you all.
For...

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Also by Richard Hartley:

Fishing for Poets |

PART OF THE COURSE

PART OF THE COURSE

I guess he was

just no good at it:

stood on every board

that creaked,

banged his knee

on the coffee table,

collided with silver;

he might as well have

worn a striped T-shirt

and carried a sack

marked swag.

So when they caught

him, sprawled

in the rose bush

and led him away

he still hung on

to his dream

and vowed to try

and...

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Also by john short:

ADIPOSE HARRY |

Anon

Your kiss fortold a thousand lies
Your touch left me wanting you more
Your passion left me without a heart
You tore me in two
But yet like the fool I was I came back for more

You left me reeling in a pain, a pain I have never felt before
The slicing through my insecurities my own demons which you enjoyed
You took the very life out of me and while my lips where still red with breathe you d...

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Also by Anna Marie Grinter:

poor little lambs |

Does the oak of autumn

Does the oak of autumn 

hold dearly to every leaf?

too cool the temp’ture,

too little the light,

time of the season not to be tangled with,

if life be worth living beyond the now,

look, see the cycling of what is,

may it be firm guidance for the how.

 

listen, feel what’s in the space,

the senses were here long before the me,

use the I as transcendental tool

to ...

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Also by Chesley:

All that we can see | A Clearing in a Wood |

Aimless

Aimless, sifting through moments

On a wish that didn't come

Sun to moon, moon to sun

The proof gets easier to drink

What goes to waste is the taste

The drug of choice was you

The high unaffordable, the destination unavoidable

Reaching hands warmer than what you offer, except

for the in thought of what once was

And those thoughts---we lived!

Urgency pushes, and the for...

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Also by Anthony Coviello:

Untitled | Untitled | Alpha | Work | With Ease | Untitled | Any Day | Loose | Finn | Untitled | Sound | Noise | No More! | Valley | Untitled | Untitled | Untitled | Untitled | Untitled | Untitled | It's Only Blood | Ignite | Keys | Known To Be True | Of All The Beauty In The World | Setting Suns |

Goodbye Lord

Its been a hard road

You helped me build.

Im grateful.

You got me through

Some dark times.

I thought you a light,

A torch in the darkness,

But really

It was my magic.

My fire.

My light.

 

They told me you were watching

As though it was a comfort.

And I tried

To feel helped

Held

I tried so hard

To give you the love

I was told you created

B...

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Godreligionatheism

SHHH

SHHH CAN YOU HEAR THAT CAN YOU FEEL IT? THAT IS LIGHT OR AM I WRONG. DARKNESS AROUND ME FULLING THE EDGES OF THE WALLS. SHHHH CAN YOU HEAR THAT IS THAT THE WIND FLOWING NO IT CANT BE. DO I HAVE THE POWER THE WILL TO MOVE FROM THIS CORNER CAN I CAN I? I SEE LIGHT I HEAR THE WIND FLOWING I CANT FEEL IT HOW CAN I NET FEEL IT? I CAN FEEL COLD STEEL HOT FLAMS AND THE SCOLDERING LOOKS FROM UNKOWING FACE...

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Divided

I wish to be heard.  To bridge the divide

auto-ostracising me from common

experience.  Common understanding,

inclusion and collusion in present’s

moment.  I think ahead what response my

actions engender.  My words carefully

controlled, observation

based: precision vocabulary I

once envied – recycled at will,

effect calculated.  For reflection

on me, upping my status, ...

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Also by Rich:

Phases | Time | Fight or Flight |

depressionself worthisolationsocially awkward

SONNET FOR ROONEY

  SONNET FOR ROONEY

 So I gets this call from Gareth Southgate

 And he's laying it on like marmalade,

 Saying come back Rooney you've got it made

 Playing for Everton, O what a state!

 I thought your ambition was to be great!

 England's not a problem don't be afraid,

 At Goodison you'll always make the grade,

 So get those three lions back on you mate.

 

 But I though...

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David Subacchipoetryfootball

Across The Miles

I see the bright Sun, but feel no heat.
The Oceans roll on beneath my feet.
Not sure where I'm supposed to go.
A 'better' day followed by one so low.

Each day I see skies of Summer blue.
I see happy faces, when a tear is due.
Please stay strong bruv night and day.
Wish I could be closer, not so far away.

But across the miles, and seas of blue.
Each day your family is thinking of you.
...

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Daydreams and nows

When I open my eyes

as I do all too often

I see only the room.

I know too well the dim glare

of the flickering light

on the dull wooden floor

 

With closed eyes

I go dreaming,

Drifting back decades

to soft summers and boredom

 

I long to feel the shock of striking

the bright and breathless surface

Dazzled by diamond splashes

sparkling on frothy bobbing ...

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Also by David T Jones:

Security | The Woods | Stealing ten minutes on a Friday afternoon | Choreography | Stalking my self |

I had that dream again...

I had that dream again...

You and me dancing on some random beach.

 I felt your hands on my thighs,

moving me gently with your warm eyes.

You were looking at me like if it was the first time, 

the first time of holding me with your warm hands. 

I remember it clearly now.

My head was resting on your chest,

I know you were smelling my hair and

playing with it just like y...

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The Great Indian Takeaway

The Great Indian Takeaway

Number one for poppodom
Tell me where our club has gone
Venkys you don't understand
What it's like to be a fan
Things get worse every day
It's the great Indian takeaway

Number two for vindaloo
Tell us what you plan to do
100 million down the drain
Nobody wants to explain 
From the eastern hideaway
It's the great Indian takeaway

Number three for kedgeree
...

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Rovers

how do i let these stories go

i wish i couldve kept you along the way
it seems i give myself a attitude that has a vivid tounge unable to change 
on and on you talk back at me how i need to choose a safer pace
catching a  break from some memory following me around your empty grave
 

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Also by Youthfullyxx:

reminising what ended up toxic | am i the only one who feels like 2 different people | Addictions | Do you love women |

Flight

 

I smoke and watch her pack.

The taxi waits.

Then a memory of

her last departure-

the scent of her unwashed skin-

and the left-overs

of our arguments...

 

She's smiling as she leaves

me her echo.

She's planning a future

as we fail,

as we fail to finish

yet another argument

another space.

I pick through the remains

of her accusations

accusation...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

If the price is right |

My Cliche Rhyme

She started life as a Roman fort
And became a name synonymous with music and sport
Attracting the greats, the waifs and the strays
Providing a stage for the Babes and the raves
A settlement where three rivers meet
Where the Industrial Revolution rose to its feet
And jangly guitars discovered their beat
Where Emeline, bound, did us all proud
Where the Nazi’s dropped bombs and hatred to the ...

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Also by Albert Van Skywalker:

Soldier |

manchesterbeesMCR

Cottage Garden

Much more than half my life ago

Some chance led us to this place;

Now, my heart is caught and held

By the peace of its earth and space.

 

Some while past, when first she left me

I could not make my soul adjust

But cached it safe within the plot

Beside her memory and her mortal dust.

 

And as the family aged and spread

My lonely tenancy grew content

Past spectres...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Lost | Ocean | K. | Beyond Death | Passing |

Walescottagegardenlossmemoriesmemorialworshippeacedreams

Sleeping bag

1.      Sleeping bag

 

My Inkjet printer
has run out of ink.
My Laptop battery
has run out of juice.

My sunglasses are broken
keep slipping off my nose.
My bus pass is useless
run out of credit again.

My pockets are empty
apart from a hanky and 63p.
The bank account in the red
no hope there then.

Dread the arrival of the postman
never any good news there.
My trainers have...

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Also by Andy Smyth:

Dirt | Unusual places | The Queen |

Thoughtful

Siren

Music blares and we cast our stares
In the direction of its hypnotic beat
The air waves shudder as our hairs
Stand to attention as we tap our feet.
The silence is forced to make way 
For the rhythm of restless instruments 
The sound of music disturbs the day 
Masking the truth of Earth's elements 

Now this music that is filling your head
Used to be knowledge and books instead. 

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Also by Alonelymouse:

Bus | Fading sun |

Love Yourself

 

How can I love someone who I barely understand?

I sometimes find myself searching in the mirror,

For something that I recognize, something familiar.

I am not lacking confidence; I am lacking self-awareness.

At a point in time when I am figuring out my life, I cannot seem to figure out myself.

Each day I begin with a new mindset, each night a different prayer.

I thrive and I ...

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Also by M H:

Significance |

Place your bets please!

Cash chips or colored chips

Choose, play and be merry

Now, bets are placed

First game,second game

Win or loose

There's always a new game

Gamble to play 

Gamble to win

Goodluck and bad lucks 

Are not an option to choose

Let it come,let it go

Just remember, there's always a new game.

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White Dress

It hangs in the wardrobe.

Reminding her of the vows, 

and confetti. 

And lovely cake. 

That the relatives. 

Cooed about. 

She looks at him

Across the dinner table. 

Wondering when

And why

He started pretending 

And why she had to be his fodder. 

This big house gets lonely. 

And one day her daughter will 

Leave 

And all those cooing relatives. 

Will s...

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Also by Nicola Byrnes:

Man in a blue Shirt | River runs deep | Rainbow Colours |

Casa Batlló

From across the crowded passeig

your eye is drawn to the shimmer

of its otherworldly façade,

its bits and bobs of broken tiles

washed by tides of light.

 

Its carnivalesque balconies

and freewheeling contours

are like the feckless dreams

of those who have no need to prosper

by hard graft or deals.

 

Incongruous, then, the way

it rises from this city’s

rem...

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Also by David Cooke:

For Antoinette |

Poetry

A paradox
Of expressions
And concealment.

An escaping
From the deepest
Hole of the self.

An adventure
To the quest for
Liberation.

A hiding place
Through metaphors
And similes.

Like a dungeon
Waiting the key
To be unlocked.

 

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Also by Marianne May:

Bends in the Road | That Sunday Night |

lifepoempoetry

Haiku's inspired by the Poetry of Bruce Lee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The fallen blossoms
Clouds floating across the sky
They blend together

Waves crash around us
The water becomes murky
Will clear by it's self

Bird sail purple sky
Finds the pink rose blossoming
Dawn purple to gold.

 

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BruceLeePoetry

November haze

 

 disillusionment

gazing through clouds of early fog

perceiving silver sphere above

and for just a few moments

thinking it’s the moon

 

until it burns through heavy mists

brightening the morning

turning the sky blue

as only the sun can

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Also by Lynn Dye:

Your Voice |

Falling Asleep on the Late Train

the lights move
yellow along
the curves
of your face

soft voices
wait
in the rising
fall of your chest

briefly our shoulders
touch

in sleep
your hand
flutters like
a dying bird

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black label

a stranger--

 

prewritten but

incongruent

 

to these lines

that shape me...

 

A flagrant

misconstruance

 

of my humanity

is the life

they gave--

 

my birth, only

anathema to me.

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Also by nunya:

hindsight (a late proto-proverbial observation) | parastasis | How's your game? |

Sir Bruce Forsyth R.I.P.

Bruce Forsyth was a talented performer from a tender age

We were all part of his journey on screen and stage

Sunday night at the London Palladium he shone

A star in the making and a show business don

He played his cards right and as a presenter was ace

On the price is right his corny jokes put a smile on our face

Strictly come dancing was the showcase he ultimately presented

T...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

Body of Emotion | Tears in Tennessee |

Local Drinking Establishment Invaded by W.O.L Poets

Steep wooden

creaking steps

slowly came

curious visitors

 

Within minutes

empty seats

turned into

serious overcrowding

 

Words spoken

poetry flowed

this party

had started!

 

Late drinking

was kept

just about

under control

 

Proposed bookings

for more

still at

planning stage.

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Poetry event at the Samuel Oldknow in Marple

Luck Runs Out

The dog stole my scrumptious donuts a-waiting,

And on school days, my thinker never worked the long haul

Then fate decided to reveal my bowling prowess

Before it flung me four-score a-gutterball.

*

Is it my fault I needlessly negotiate with math?

Or school days proved me a sitting duck?

Even if genes came into play,

I blame humanity’s ups and misgivings on luck

*

Luck...

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Also by Tiffany Wright:

A Time When I Wasn't | End of Summer | Looking Back |

poemluck

Secrets

As my bitterroots tingle around my feet

I slowly embrace salt water rushing down my throat

like the secrets I could not keep

 

So unaware with my consequences

My secrets impaled me with all of its force

As the blood flows out can I hold your hand

So I can feel something overwhelming

 

As my bitterroots tingle around my waist

I slowly embrace that this is the end

li...

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Also by Mikey V Kinsey:

Vivid Colors | Prove Us All Wrong |

Beyond It's Disease

Photo credit: Diane Aldis

Beyond It's Disease 

It's easier to talk about romance than it is to explore the meaning of love

There are entire industries exploiting the chemistry between magnetized bodies 

drawn to each other and how the games are played 

But love is quite another matter

Simplicity is deceptive; walking in the rain, holding hands, touching lips,

rubbing noses and...

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New Jerusalem

Dedication

To those who loved,
For those who lived,
For those who sought,
A greater purpose,
A higher meaning,
And shed a thought,
And had a care,
For those of you,
I offer this.

To those who looked beyond,
To see the good,
To welcome light,
To grace the dark,
To tread a path,
And gave a chance,
And listened well,
Without their mask.
– Dedication, Virapo Vol. I

-----

My short collect...

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The Brain of a Killer

Vast and barren
Nothing in sight 
But a black flag
Waving in the night.

Whats in the brain
Of a killer?
A senseless repetition-
Why is blood spilled on her? 

Theres no invitation
Upon the greener grass,
Because of them, it's red.
Go home. Hold your wine-glass,

Go eat food, shit, and sleep.
Try to remember what others now can't,
To be alive, to breathe.
Since you have stolen th...

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Also by Michaela Sheldon:

A Sort of Remembering | Obsolescence | I Failed, Miserably | The Poetic Death |

Something Wrong

When you have feelings . Some things are not right you , Act upon them . You don't let it drop . And don't cover up . You act upon them . You must never loose sight when you think things are not right . You Act Upon Them . Sometimes you are wrong and not always right . Just Act Upon Them . Go with your Feelings . Even if you are wrong . It shows you are bothered . So just play along . Just Act Upo...

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Smile | Having A Moan | Music | Rogue Taxi Drivers | Wake Up And tell Please | Respect | This Is Me | A Rose To Capture | My Best Friend | Another Child Abused |

Wonderland Nightmare

Tweedledee,Tweedledum,

Two Souls trapped in one.

Pretty as Alice, Mad like the Hatter.

Falling down,down,down the rabbit hole,

Slowly surrendering to the fall.

Thoughts growing curioser,ever so curioser,

Faintly the doormouse voice echos,

"Feed your head".

Smoke curls along my lips. With each

cloud exhaled the pain fades.

"Who are you?" asks the Hookah Smoking Catipi...

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Pro Con

Contemplating the pros and cons

of being a pro. con man
I can't confess to my wife how I provide
she will probably tell me "con, done with it!'
cuz she doesn't condone it!
but I love my job - I'm a con gaining
so much money that one safe house can't contain it!
This is such a contrast to when I was constantly working
as a construction man. Building other people's mansions
while I lived ...

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Also by Juan Pablo Lynch:

Aiming |

EVERYWHERE

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Spoken word + music

Statues Fall

Before you read the poem... a few more to open in New Tabs!!!

On Boycotting the Sean Mac Eoin Statue Unveiling

My Ireland

Chicago May - the Mary Ann Duignan Story...

 

Now... enjoy the poem!

Smashing the Nazi Eagle statue in Mauthausen Concentration Camp in Austria

Freedoms cries brought the statues down
The Reich lay in ruins as a new regime
Promised freedom of a versio...

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stauecharlottsvilleamericatrump

How does It feel?

How does it feel

when a dagger hovers over life,

when anarchy oppresses with brutality,

when dreams dissolve

and let no traces to contemplate?

 

How does it feel

when everything is swarmed by violence,

insensitivity; clear and humiliating absence of piety?

 

We are all instruments for an occasion;

others are escorted only by ambition

 

Oblivious to the world,

...

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sadness

A Tale of Two Sandals

Grandparents see future kings in small boys,

promise trips to boating lake and forest

worlds away from the flat above shops 

 

Away from bone-dry August air

heavy with discordant dog barking, raised voices,

kids' screams and throaty open-back buses

 

Like the one to Ilford Market which passed

by broken teeth of war-bombed buildings.

Nan bought sandals from a man weari...

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Ward Rounds

A damp squib of a brain 

Far more palatable to be insane 

In this misunderstood dtate 

Others eyebrow well costructed

Conversations to be insane.

 

Vacuum packed like a ton of sweetcorn

Mumbling fawning jostling for hubris

MMM yeah great read the raw sexuality gave me the horn

MMM yeah you you got it the perfect beard to live life as a miss

 

I dont have the will t...

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Also by NEIL THORPE:

FALSE ECONOMY | Awkward | Doorways | JUST ANOTHER DAY | More Tea Vicar/Empty Chair's |

Locked and rusted

The tears were locked and not dried ,

The fears were beneath a pile of smiles,

The cries were muted and not lost 

The miles were all in the mind .

 

Agony and helplessness are wedded in bliss

Grief and a laugh are a paradox in this 

neighbours seem asleep 

darkness seems awake .

 

Grief is at the doorstep ,prepped in finery 

open the rusted locks of the revelry 

...

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Charlie



So scared tonight, he made me feel as helpless
As I am. He’s looking at me as I write
Cataracts on his eyes, panting. Fear. No disguise.
The fear he feels at the strangeness of the universe,
The inexplicability of life. The Thunder..
But he knows I love him and he takes heart
As I tempt him into a cave under my desk
And Yes! He has finally settled down –
At least a bit – panting still ...

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Also by John E Marks:

INFANT MORTALITY | ALMOST ANNIVERSARY |

Her

her breathing is staggered

the pain too unbearable

she waits

listening for someone who hopes she breathes

hopes she continues

no one

 

never alone but always lonely

her worries eat her fear and devour her whole

taking with it the whisp of hope clinging on to her breathing

in and out

in and out

 

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Also by Olivia Bentley:

I Suffered (continuation of Love Will Suffer) | Love Will Suffer | Journey |

Roaming amongst the giants

Roaming amongst the giants -
Sooth your mind when you lay next to me.
Trust upon your senses when you roam amongst my white giants. 
Taste, when you take in my fruits. 
Listen, when you hear me whispering.
Feel, when the lake gravitates up on you. 
Watch, and see your spirit transcend away. 
Smell, can you detect my presence?

In my kingdom.
Everything is redefined,
Even time

And i c...

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Also by andre3000:

Orange moon |

nature

THE CANDLE

The silence of wood

The snow coloured ash

  melting

Both are the same

I see one, it sees me

I ask the snow

Its breath grins blackness and then calms

 

I'm sorry, little one

I'm sorry to be demeaning

I'm sorry I couldn't give you more than a few bottles of water

 

The silence of her sell

"Would you like to buy a watch?"

Polite, sincere, not desperate

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untitled

a girl sits with a book in her lap, being too heavy for her scrawny legs, it slips and clatters to the floor beneath her desk. the teacher expresses exasperation at her inattentiveness and offers to teach her skills to fix her focus

that girl is me

and i like being broken.

 

the vice president of the united states believes homosexuals are going to hell. he said gay couples signaled soc...

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Also by Dana Lyn:

August 12 | Gray Line with Black, Blue and Yellow |

My heart

People tell me to listen to my heart, 

But what is she does not speak to me. 

What if she ignores me.

Not wanting me to love?

my mind, He is in contact with her. 

Yet, He still refuses to listen to her. 

Instead He takes charge, 

overpowering and dominating her voice. 

He doesn't just give me an answer, 

He gives many. most which contradict.

Yet she still stays silent...

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Untitled 3

Like waterfalls, my tears fall endlessly into a pool of water at my feet.

Standing here I look around and see no one…

They have left…

Left me here to stand alone…

To stand alone with this weight.

My chest is breaking…like the plate God gave me when he said,

“I will never give you more than you can handle”…

You knew everything in advance…and yet, you allowed the plate to break.

...

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Also by Maigan:

Untitled 2 | Untitled 1 |

How I will know true love?

How will I know true love?

 

Before becoming my girlfriend 

She needs to be my friend

She must laugh and play

In my heart she must stay

 

When I'm with her, time will stand still and time will fly

I want to dry her tears, if she should cry

Love has hurt me

But will not break me

 

For True love I will find

Not just love of any kind

With her I will spend all...

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Also by Neill Barnard:

Disappointed |

This Is No Place For Poetry (For Sam)

Mother, we castrate you in our pursuit

by pounding bells to dictate our march,

no mercy is know in the stiff pounding rhythm

pumping furiously to silence your heartthrob

and to produce, conquer, and consume.

Blinded humanity whose suffering is hidden in the plastic.

 

The black and white are lines that divide

            cast off the tethers that bind you to I

          ...

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People

People want something from me. They pull and pull and it's draining me. I can't fully understand or comprehend what it is they see. The funny thing is I remember when I was the black sheep. Now I feel I have to watch the way I live but they keep pulling and pulling until I have no more to give. I wish I could see what they see but once again all I can feel is them draining the life out of me. So I...

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I cant run away from it

I won't run away from it
No matter how deep the shit
I swear that I'll never quit
I'll be here til the end of it

Skin that is bruising
Scars I'm not loosing 
A time in my life where all I've seen abusing
Whip me, break me, beat me until I'm oozing
I'll still get up
Its my life your not choosing.

I make the choice to stay and endure
I make the choice because she is so pure
I'll take...

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hurtdomestic abuseloveafraidfamily

HOW TO STAY OUT OF THE ABYSS

 avoid

a void

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WHERE IN THE WORLD

from the light

to the dark

in a world without a spark

to re-ignite a flame

while drowing in forgotten lore

witch craft is brewing

manipulation is spewing

all aboard!!

rough sawn

to walk along

to get from here to there

in the forest it lerks

a book never fortold

written in nature

the spark to ignite your pulpulsion through the universe

don't forget your ...

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Also by New Shoes:

Commercial Influence And The Fight |

Heart Wide Open

She had that ‘heart wide open’ thing going on,

the one that you find more often in

small children than in adults.

I stared into her eyes and noticed that she

looked upwards at the world in hope. 

Like the roof had been torn off her soul but she was still

brave enough to stand vigil, anticipating a day when

sunlight may come pouring in via the breach.

She had that ‘heart wid...

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Also by Ged Thompson:

Candlelit | I dreamt of a girl. |

Destined

You say your soul was destined for mine,

Destined to be intertwined,

Destined to love in the fall,

Destined, but you love them all.

You love the girls that sit pretty,

You love the girls that talk witty,

You love the girls that look,

And you love the girls that cook.

Is it my fault because I stay?

Because I trust, love, and pray?

Or because I always care?

When you'...

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She is her choice

You look at your lover's eyes,
call them as stars..
But you look at all those stars,
And never call them her eyes...

You look at your baby girl,
Call her a rose..
But you look at a rose,
And never call it's your girl...

Then you look at this girl,
thought it was her sister...
But you look at her sister,
And never called it's that girl...

She is a rose in a garden 
She is a star ...

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books

Books are wonderful

Books are terrific

Books are stupendous

Experiential

Excuriating

Books are a pain in the arse

They are full of words and pictures

Sentences paragraphs and chapters

Long screeds of endless statistics

Sections and subsections

Secretious secrets

References and cross references

Endless jibber jabber and flim flam

So often taking ages to get t...

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Also by Martin Elder:

imagination |

Evolving

I'm evolving

growing from something into nothing

putting a new spin on things.

 

I'm evolving

becoming somehting I never thought I was

something greater, something before I was to afraid.

 

I'm evolving

creatign a better stronger me

something not even you knew I could be.

 

Knowledge is POWER!

Sit back while I take it in

WATCH ME EVOLVE!!

 

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Also by aleshia Smith:

an apologetic mother |

NO TITLE, JUST FEELINGS

Lyrical Inebriality

10/08/2017
10:38

So much on my mind, i dont even know where to start,
Cant even feel love no more so why do I still have a broken heart?
Im tired of this dismal feeling I dont want it any more,
Guide me oh Lord, tell me what my heart is longing for.. 

Speechless, thats really all ive got to say,
Somethings wrong, im not feeling like myself today.
I am defeated, i...

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Also by lyricalinebriality:

DAY SEVEN | DAY SIX | DAY FIVE | DAY FOUR | DAY THREE | DAY TWO..... | LOVE YOURSELF | DAY ONE |

Intolerants not welcome

 

Intolerants not welcome - The battle of Lewisham 13.08.1977

 

An anti muggers march, called by mugs who wanted to spread hate

August thirteenth in ’seventy seven, history demands we mark the date

when South East London screamed out for black and white to unite and fight,

ensuring wronguns on right would never again be so bold or bright.

 

The backward Front was in for one...

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Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:

Around the bend |

77ANLBNPEDLfascismintoleranceintolerantsLewishamNational FrontPunkracismRARThe Clash NF

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