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Winter wish

Winter had arrived
after the rain…

The sounds of their footsteps
on the softened ground
travelled gently…
Beyond the window pane…

In bed…Half sleep,
with the fresh winter light
warmly caressing his face…
Softly kissing his lips…

The artist wished for a dream…

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Also by Xoanxo:

The wall |

winter wishxoanxowinterdreams

Hearts. - prose

Long ago,  I had a friend who traded,  her heart for mine.  It's now been paraded for all to see. The choice was mine.  The choice was hers. They say have no regrets, full stories seem not to be told.  I took heed of your warnings,  I welcome your light and peace. Do not speak of me so. For in doing so you diminish who you are.  You were a messenger in a time of need.  Do not judge me for past mis...

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Also by Nicola Byrnes:

Vows. | Words.... | Healing. | Salvation. - prose | Angel wings | The Secret - prose | Quote | Angel 3 | Quietness. | Boats in the night. | New horizons | Serendipity | Angel 2 | Thank you | Little do you know | Rain drops, | Pages. | Love Set you going. | If Only | For Fundraisers | Pamela Anderson, |

Remedy Rhymes Page One

I wish that we could be together
But it looks like we're just getting colder 
I should probably put on my leather
Or maybe I should just write a letter

Love is pretty evil you should believe me
But I still leave my key under the rug
For the day that she comes home
Or the day that the sea rises up 
She knows that she has a place to go

I like the divorce myself in the drive that I have
...

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Also by Mikey V Kinsey:

Words of The Waiting Man Prologue | Little Crow Versus Firefly | Little Video | November | Imaginary Friends | Doctor, Doctor | Little Bracelet | Cancer | The Man Who Loses Everything | Whispering Willows | Protect You | Warm Up | Young Thief | All Alone | Absolute | Just Another Night (lyrics it's not a poem.) | Khantilian | Promise (lyrics for a song I'm working on.) | I've Already Made This Poem | Homegrown Pain | Words of The Waiting Man 9 | Cannaibal | Aza'timohgo The Feeder | Ye | Wendigo (This is a story.) | Enchanted Desolate | Drwoning Self Worth | Another Sad Song (Lyrics.) | Pros of a Broken Heart | Vow 2 | Bravo lime Oscar Oscar delta | Mama | Autumn Wind | The Raven | The House I burn Down (Death Part 3) | The House Sister Hates(Death Part 2) | The House That Father Built (Death Part 1) | Ashes, Ashes | Beautiful Storm | Deep Red | MLA | By Hellogoodbye - Here (In Your Arms) | H,O,P,E | Rambling of A Madman | Dope Died For | What's Real Anymore? | I Can't Breath. | My Twisted Side | Devil In a Suit | The Ghost | In Her Honor | Ghost | Pine Sap | My Family Misses You (Lyrics) | The Friction In your Mood | Nothing Like You | Because of Her | Monster | The Walk | The Devil Son (lyrics) | Unconditional | I'm Drunk And Will Always Love Her |

A child's Rhyme

Spring Arrived!

The tulips are in bloom!

I am in great joy

because of you!

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Also by AbSo2021:

Poets | Transparency |

Lose no hope

Lose no hope

Monday, April 30, 2018

10:04 PM

 

God takes the test

and gives you rest

it will be the best he can offer

so later on, you suffer less

 

the body is prone to decay

and the death may have the sway

but nothing is taken away

without his wish and stays

 

you may recover soon

and come back with the boom

there is still room

and reason for yo...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

First time love | Own writer | Yes, speak | The distant mirage | Freedom Won | The poet never dies | Means a lot | Miss me not | The happiness is | The prayers are | Who is an enemy? | Remember an old | I loved | So many questions | Madeeha Gauhar | The world is open | Nice people struggle | The destiny and after | Poetry for peace | The feather in a cap | good to learn | Thank you, Prime minister | When darkness descends | Don't rob her | Attack on the judiciary | Let us utter | Beyond the boundaries | No shame on all | Love, no poetry | It is no good | The friendversary | The need for an hour | No need to fear | Sunshine | I shall not be cowed | Going to be | No possibility | We may call | What an amusement ! | Women's role | You will know | Yes, lot more | Right or wrong | Yes, we were | No one can say | What is poetry for | The life story | Let us not shed | How to remain | One must pick | Vast difference in | Love overcomes | I love her smile | No stoppage | Shame on our origin | Unfit to be human | What for am I? | Be silent | I will tell you about | I may not | An artist | Mothers come out | Mind is ..... | You kill | What to see ! | Total reflection | Their funeral | Life is not a problem | International anthology for peace | I may say | If i was a poet | O death! beware | O death! beware | No escape | The sun...A reality | Not only big | Within me here | No misunderstanding | As a golden day | Doesn't matter | Love and beleive | Decency code | I share it honestly | No, I never knew | ifs and buts there | I hear from | Not forgotten at all | Whether true or not | One must say | The poet everywhere | An ordinary woman | Don't prove me wrong | Lies help nowhere | You are right here | Life! teach me | Only link | Not reached | Tears call | Wrong notion | Only lady star | Strange accusations | Return to mother | Thank God | The soul travels | Watch keenly | We die | Oh! our future | Wildfire | With appreciative words | For humanity | Compare souls | With the hope | I feel at home with | Little hut | Fair enough | Simple in behavior | Create an anarchy | Who is to be blamed? | Ring the bell |

Jadia4708au

her words my thoughts

She said

You not going anywhere

I’m not going anywhere

So what can you fuck up...

 

How bout the possibilities 

Of what’s to come

If we become

My past life

Now interfering with my now

I carry old wounds

Scars from her

Not wanting them 

To become you

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Gathering The Turf

To the bog again,

with the ghosts of forefathers looking on,

surveying the task before them.

Along the turf face, the marks of the sleán,

slim, practised cuts,

a tribute to skills passed down the generations

who have worked this land

beyond memory.

Still-damp turves to turn,

dry stacks to gather in.

Fuel to stave off the cruel winter about to come.

Fuel to feed the...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Pizza | Postcard | Shakespeare | Election | Mo Salah | Weather | The Bus Is Out Of Control | That Moment | Falling Star | Less | Footsteps | Ghost | Lascivious | The Builder | Inconsequential Man | Car Of His Dreams | Spring | Conversations | The Flowers | Marbles | Old Lady | Old Man | NaPoWriMo | ‘Cross The Styx | Shady | Happiness Is… | Misery Guts | Comb-over King | I Will Not Be There |

NaPoWriMo2018

Beds

Beds

 

To some it's just a bed,

Somewhere to sleep in oblivion,

suspended animation,

when to the world we're dead.

But sometimes

it's something else

instead -

A magic carpet to take us on a ride,

through epics and adventures

we may learn what's hidden

inside.

 

A bed to some may be a task,

a domestic chore,

Something we make 

and no questions aske...

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Also by Chris Bainbridge:

A River, Kent | Pride | Rebellion | Caravan Planet | It Can't Be Bedtime Yet | Hidden Chains | Castaways |

Snakes Don't Kiss

 

Snakes don't kiss.

I know this because I used to be one,

in a former life,

long time ago,

biblically speaking.

Snakes don’t kiss cos their hiss gets in the way,

and that long long tongue you see with the V?

Gets all tangled when two snakes frenchie.

 

No, snakes don't kiss.

But never take a bet on it,

especially with a snake.

'Cause apart from not kissing, ...

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Also by Laura Taylor:

Just The One | Charity Begins At Home | Subjects of Denial | Not Doris Day's Armpits | Hotdesk Almanac | Advice For Free |

NaPoWriMo2018

Old Love

She soaked him up

Like water in a sponge.

Saturated

She went to a bar

Had casual sex

Got squeezed

Then went back for more.

Satre, Kerouac, Cohen

Horizons that exploded

In her small town mind.

They drank to forget the words

Made love in a fug of helpless hope.

Talked about marriage

"Why not? Why the fuck not?"

In an existential kind of way.

Then the love...

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Also by Hazel ettridge:

Why cant she write poems....? | Kathmandu 2 | Kathmandu 1 | Arriving at Annapurna Basecamp | To Wolfgar from the edge. | 100% Zero |

Jessica

She only hears the rooster's call
In the morning and peeks deeply
At the sun's beams through the window
The way she reads a talking mouth.

She's twenty-two but thinks like twelve
Keeping fairytales in her nook
How a sixth grader reads a book.
Old papers hide in her basket

With her touch becomes piece of art
As she tears and folds the pages
Forming flowers, vases and doves.
She has c...

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lifechilddifferenceslovewoman

Self defense

SELF DEFENSE

 I just want to talk isn't what it seemed
 Speak and he would just vacuum your skin
A friendly face how mesmerizing.

A breach of the shell, a breach of the heart,
Into your soul, is how it felt piercing through the dark.

Running through your mind is how to say no, self defense is the way to go. Head spinning, eyes wide open but still can't see.

Mouth wide opened as if y...

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Also by nathleighsha:

Submission |

Bed like a spider web...

The night wears late

with cataclysmic debate.

Set fire from an ember,

lit long before eight.

 

Our molehills worn flat,

Meandering, this point to that.

It's vendetta based pinball (2 players!).

Another soul searching spat.

 

But then we arrive, at last to scene 5:

the finale as you take off to bed.

So exit stage left. Big finish? “Drop dead!”

The audience lef...

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Also by Matt Tyldesley:

Signals |

SKELETON STAFF

Skeleton staff, always pleased to help,

pleased that they've come back to life

given yet another chance. 

 

Cheap to run, never complain

rise from the dead again and again,

no service issues, bang on time,

 

cheaper than robots, quite sublime

and full of humour, lots of fun,

collect in groups or one by one.

 

They know our thoughts and serve us well,

arrested...

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Also by ray pool:

TWIN PEAKS | RESTORATION | IN THE GARDEN - AGAIN | THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ROGER MOORE | VIP TREATMENT | PENSIONER POET | THE WRISTBAND | ROSE KWARTZ | LATE DEPARTURE |

Time

 

Time

The infinite space between life and death

Expanding contracting held in a breath

Lost in a moment born in a wave

Warm at the birth cold at the grave

 

In between we fail to measure

Add subtract hurry treasure

Learn expect wish and dread

Wake from slumber sleep abed

 

All the time, all the space

Held then wasted falls from grace

We own we lose we kee...

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Also by Carol Falaki:

Plastic | Canis | Foolish Pleasures |

blinkTime

Not Mine

I have a face

But it’s not my face

It’s a face with flawless skin

 

And I have eyes

But they're not my eyes

Lined in black

With upraised wings

 

And the glitter and gold above them

Is not mine either

Shimmering and throwing light

When I blink

 

And I smile

But it’s not my smile

A practiced smile framed with bright red lips

That are not mine either

...

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Also by Mahika:

Empty Tunnel | Foolishness |

dance

Appendicitis

In the middle of the night Fiona awoke screaming in pain,

"Quick dear husband,ring the doctor,my appendix is driving me insane!"

Dave rang the doctor, whom he knew really well,

"Don't panic,took out her appendix four years ago,I remember it well..

Whatsmore I have never come across anyone with two appendix in my life."

"Thats fine,but have you ever heard of anyone having a new wife!...

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Also by hugh:

Life in the slow lane | Fred's Dilemna | The Unlucky Vicar | Alcoholic Frolic | Raise them and praise them |

An Editable Feast

 

Silence seems to be practising on me
from that uncertain distance 
where the sky meets the sea. 
Looking so far without obstacle
I don't know what I perceive.
Is that the other bank of a vast river,
and how might things be viewed from there?

On a day like this great ocean is
laying foam upon the sands
awakening my toes way down there
miles above my head wide sky is
throwing halcy...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Once An Acorn | Hanging Leaves | How Long Is Love Enchanted | Magnifying Glass | Oumuamua | Verses one, two, three | Equal |

Work In Progress

Junk Mail

Yes, I am bitter.

Yes, I am jealous.

Yes, I am insecure.

Yes, it hurts to watch.

Yes, I am not the victim. 

Yes, you are free to choose.

Yes, I may not be your first choice.

Yes, my best is still not good enough.

Yes, I cannot accept your rejection today.

Yes, I won’t be able to accept it tomorrow either.

Yes, I apologize, I am a burden to you because I am weak,

Im...

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Also by Emaz Malik:

Muse | Disarrayed | Lonesome | Ignorance is Not Bliss | Prisoner of the Mind | Love & Cigs | Clipped Wings | Haiku - Quest | Touch | Bitter-Sweet | Three | Change | Jaded |

See The Trees

Trees are so inspiring to me

Pillars of Nature, that live and breathe.

Have you seen Trees in the morning light ?

I never weary of that splendid sight.

Bark and branches dark and light

Sunlight contrasts them as day and night.

Winters starkness enhances delight

No distractions,  just , Trees and Light. 

Poetry reader may I suggest

See the Trees,  at my behest !

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Also by terry l shuff:

The Moment |

Ray Charles - a lyric essay

How does a blind man, 

black man, 

orphan, 

born in disproportion, 

make his prospects 

better than his card decks? 

 

Let’s take a trip into his past life 

without life

while he tries to save his brother 

and brave his mother. 

 

Stay alive! 

He screamed at his younger. 

Stay alive! 

I need you my brother. 

But, no matter how hard he tried, 

he d...

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Also by Nathalie Sieh:

Darling | Separate We Stand | I Hate to Fish |

Trust

Folk Cut, folk thrust, folk fight

for a slice of life,

for peace and quiet,

for their health,

status, safety.

 

And folk cut you, slice you,

dice you and fry you

to gain relative wealth,

advantage,

their own ego.

 

So where you might be prone

to help, support and

nurture, advantage is

taken and

you get shafted.

 

Trust destroyed, isolate,

li...

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Also by Rich:

Snails | Spring Tea |

Passion


Feeling the fire that burns from within,the things I want to do is known as a sin.              Lips touching lips eyes are entwine, .       
us making love till the end of time.. let us 
pause and  look at the Stars, lost in the 
moment as we gaze.   In awe....   

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World of Drama

I've had thee, all mine
if thou wilt.
I'll find subtle way to cure 
tremble at the words.
My dearest June, love beckons.
drama~
Through every lasting place
thou promise of such
thy hearts desire, sweet June.
Mark me well, lair of earth,
murmur of the birds.
~~
Whatever approaches the beating wings
oracular of drama, world of pain.
 

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Also by Wood:

TUlip | Humpback Camel | Dormouse | Held into Day | Star Dust | Autumn in the Wind | Stains of the Day | Outside to Stay |

poetry blog

so what if we spent just one afternoon

scooping grains of unseen stars into the life of our hands

watching as the universe drips between our fingers,

we would stare at one another and breathe

together,

at once, as still, as beautiful as what remained.

 

so what if we spent just one evening

gathering the last of the sunlight,

we knew we could do it all again

as we knew...

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Also by Edward Coleman:

You're No Sylvia | Seven Fifteen |

Beneath The Surface

Sometimes, we love what we see

Forgetting that there's a different view beneath the sea..

We try to make sense of superficial things, when being real demands no explanation

We live in a world where we rather chase smoke that feel the fire...

We love the feeling of being safe in our own little world, and forget that sometimes we just need to let go

Let go and let the fire consume us

...

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Widow Maker

Widow Maker

In the mid 80s my dad took me to a plane crash in North Wales

It was a B-26 Marauder that hit a mountain

We climbed up to the area nearby

I froze when I saw our last climb

Up a seemingly vertical dry waterfall

There was only a bit of metal at the bottom

The rest was hundreds of feet above 

We had to ascend a series of rock ledges

These were like steps and gav...

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Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:

Blasted Backfires | old soul | Biplanes Attack! | On Camera | Death Cash | Uncle Sam | Fake Believe | Lady Pee | SMASHED MIRRORS | ACRONYM | HEY ALANIS | THIS CITY | Lads | Nailed Indeed | Corrupt | Satire | Headstrong Tornado |

bombercrashexperience

Signs of change

The times may change

Certainty may become uncertainty 

The intended may become the unintended 

Your beauty always remains.

 

The times may change

Invention may become folly

The creator may become the destroyer.

Your beauty always remains.

 

The times may change

Healing may become the disease 

The gift may become the poison 

Your beauty always remains.

 

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Ageless love | Pleasure | Good night, my love | Renewal | Invading my personality | Dining on knowledge | Past, Present and Future | Standing on the doorstep | It's just not cricket | Going through the emotions | Can't sleep | Grey day | Terrible words | Rose in a vase |

Change

WILLIE NELSON

(I’ve always thought that literature lacked a fusion poem marrying a certain country and western singer with the achievements of Admiral Nelson and my Hampton.  This is my attempt to address this.)

 

I have a certain body part to which I’m quite attached

And as a Rear Admiral I think he can’t be matched;

So to this country singer this tribute I apply

So I call my willy Nelson cos he...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE TURKISH BARBER | YOUNG HOOLIGANS | VLAD ALL OVER | HUGGING CANDLES | THE BOY DOES NOTHING | THE WATER METER |

Legacies (A poetic one scene drama)

 

Introduction before the curtain is opened.
-->The  introducer addresses the audience.


Instead of none-stop
Condemning the past
Let us do our part
To lift our country
From economic morass fast.
Better than licking a wound,
Taking corrective measures
On former leaders’ mistakes
We could
Capitalizing, on what
They did good.

(Open Curtain)

--> Enters Emperor Tewodros II

I...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Diametrically Opposite Mentality | Richard Cory/ By Edwin Arlington Robinson/Translation in Amharic/ሪቻርድ ኮሪ/Alem Hailu |

virtueunitypeacedevelopmenthope

Why Did You Go?

It has been a week now

Since I saw your face

I walk by your room 

Sadness overwhelms my body

I don’t want to open your door

Because I know you won’t be there

Sleeping in the house alone is different

The loneliness sets in when the clock strikes 10

And you’re not home

The dryer still full of your clothes

You shouldn’t be gone

I walk past the dishes in the sink that ...

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Also by Dan Wilde:

Why Do I Let You Go? |

About Today’s fake Babas

About Today’s fake Babas

Today’s babas are playing with religious sentiments of People

Fooling them for the sake of religion and God

They are well known by their followers in country and abroad

 

This is becoming every baba’s passion

Misusing people’s money and their blind faith are only their aim

Fake Gurus are hurting simple people’s religious beliefs

Betraying their foll...

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Also by Bindu Trigunayak:

Today’s Relationship- The Latest Version | The Today's World | Love at first sight |

I Just Want To Bloom

Why is it that when I am doing my best,

and feeling my best, 

I end up collapsing,

and starting all over again feels so hard to do

 

You just feel like the biggest failure

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Also by yajaira:

HiGH TIMES |

bloomingfeelingsmind

Justice and Peace

Justice and Peace

 

Rumbling sounds warn of earthquakes

gathering clouds speak of an imminent storm

A vat of wine mumbles as it ferments

a child whimpers before it cries out

The sun rises to reveal the glory of the day

beneath the surface of life a new force gathers momentum

This is where we are

A challenge is breaking loose

to denounce corruption, prejudice and war

...

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Also by keith jeffries:

The End Times | A Grey Blanket | War Games | A Woman of Substance | The Rock of Friendship | This and that |

Haikus 2

where do I fall now?

I’ve left so many craters

find me by the holes

=======

where Birds congregate 

and people move too quickly -

there you will find me

========

you hypnotize me

I call for your secret lies

you never said no

=======

I have now begun:

claw my way up from the void.

no slim light - not yet

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Also by Douglas MacGowan:

Haikus 1 | Dancing and Shadows |

elixir

I think of all the things we didn’t need before

and the thought is enough

to make my heart open doors

that i never dared before to huff ... To

 

my heart gets warm to the things we accomplished before

and then I wake from the sweet dream that restored

the faith that once was sore

but its enough for me just for the record

 

you didn’t need a face to be heard

your lo...

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Also by racha:

broken wheel of fortune | so long ago | encounters | voices | reversed | unexpected friend | father figure | closure |

Painkiller

Painkiller

 

This world is brutal in its bitter way,

destroying beauty, tarnishing the good,

Hurting the carers, harming those who would

do better with their lives each passing day -

those who, despite all that the doctors say,

take back some control – if only they could

get up from where they drown beneath the flood

of good intentions. So today I pray:

when you’re hu...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

To That Person Who Chips In To Finish A Crossword For You | Pub Quiz Theory | Let The Night Fall | The Collector & The Collected | Back To The Park |

petrarchan sonnetdrugslovedepressionrecoveryhelpease the pain

The Labour Party

I’ve never known as many people now in this country . Who are against our country’s beliefs . Too far to the left . To ever set us free . They know how to please . It’s like a disease . Lots of people don’t want it . Can’t get rid of it . They know it can spread . It’s been a way of life for far too long . And we need to cut this badness out forever . 

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Ambition |

The Young Lovers

Their voices harshly clash

and will not lie calmly

or rest in our ears

in peace

 

They rise loud over all else

and do not fall to our key

but strike out at us

in dissonance

 

Our song is raised joyously

and the harmonies sing

of the love we know

in concert

 

We have our air so their words

smash and fall to the ground

they do not stay in sight

o...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

The Navigator | Vespers | Soft Spirit of the Night | The Garden | Grassland | On Hearing a Loved One's Fate ...              E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle [1] | At the Grave |

loveyoung loveparentsharmonydissonance

SING OF SPRING

The breath of an early dawn in Spring

Is like a choir eager to sing

To remind us of all that life can bring

The renewal of hopes and dreams that cling

 

From the early times when life was young

And we found ourselves adrift among

Fellow beings like flotsam flung

On some strange shore to which we clung,

 

Each with an unspoken fate to face

Engaged in some unspoken r...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

ST. GEORGE'S DAY APRIL 23RD 2018 | EXPERTS REVISITED | POETRY "COMPETITIONS" | GOODBYE KEITH, GOODBYE ROGER | A VIEW FROM 30 YEARS OF PUBLIC SERVICE | DOUBLE GUFF! |

Spring

Lost Woods.

If you're not careful you can get lost in the woods of your mind.
My piece of advice would be to bring with you a guide.

Someone to hold your hand and walk you through.
So that if something is lurking you have someone to hold onto.

Make sure the person you bring is trustworthy.
That they'll stick around when it starts to get scary.

Things go bump in the night and more-so in these woods...

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Also by Nick:

Laredo Vista Avenue. | No Take Backs. |

Lostwoodsstuck in your headhelpdemonsguidedepression

the hermit

Just one spec of dust 

In the universe 

And I’ll survive alone if I must 

I’m waiting for your summation 

Your wisdom is a revelation 

Guide me teach me 

Follow through 

Don’t leave me stranded, reeling 

My stomach in knots 

This sinking feeling

You don’t love me 

and that’s ok 

I’ll just savor each day 

And when it’s done I’ll say 

I’m fine and show you I...

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Also by Lilly Love:

the board game LIFE | Pretzel | Endoscopy | The good housewife | Shaggy | Roller coaster | Anchor | Upgrade | Honey | Museum |

Missing

What happened to my forks?

What happened to my spoons?

Where are all my bowls?

Swallowed by her room?

Scattered onto window sills

Underneath a sock or two

I'm sure my daughter didn't mean to

Leave my dishes in her room

Old something green

Hardened brown mystery

I recall there was once a floor 

Here

Beneath this travesty

All is well I'm sure

I'm sure I'll b...

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Also by April Tredinnick:

Dear Sadness, |

Foxtrot Fergus

He slicks back his hair

And knots his cravat

This king of the dance floor

The world’s dapperest cat.

He can tap out concertos

With only his feet

And his Tango has been classified

As “officially sweet”.

His hot chocolate eyes

Say come dance with me

I’ll show you paradise

And if you’re very hungry

I’ll buy us strawberry ice!

He has tutored Fred Astaire

And h...

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Also by eve nortley:

Foxtrot Fergus | Grimbly Jones | The bravest cat of all! | Free range Easter | Cats Paw Mc Graw |

editor at large

incongruent and awkward

always fit well, one with the other

 

but each make beggars choosers

in this ridiculous world that hides

inside the disguise of normality--

 

in this world, the jester is made king

 

and, though supplicants

only sing his song in mock

 

he remains fixed and frozen

to the throne waiting

for what might be sung next.

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Also by nunya:

darkroom | INCOMING...onlookers regrouping at the summit | timeline | frostbite (maybe come next spring) | bodies in motion, bodies at rest (repression and repose) | undivided |

“No friends”

I’ve been stabbed by dead moments too often to hear the depths of my own voice driving to keep purpose loud and clear.

What would it mean to hear all?

How often is it true what one wills for them self?

How seldom is truth far below the surface.

What’s a will like this doing in a wasteland of misfits?

No one is where they want to be. 

Not a single one is satisfied. 

Be who you ...

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I want this to last forever

The greatest smile I have ever seen,
the most gorgeous voice I'll ever hear,
with stunning eyes that turn me to stone,
I feel like a child when I'm around you.

The little time that we spend together,
I wish it would last forever.
Talk about nonsense,
yet laugh at everything.

We create memories,
with only our fingertips,
never mind the spoken words that cannot be heard,
we make promi...

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Also by LeGou:

I can see your face in dry paint |

poetrycrush

Teenagers

I've got green stained knees 
they remind me of you.
its the color of what once was your room
that you always said you hated,
yet you never bothered to paint it.
where we stayed up till 4 am
dreaming of our future flat.
visions of blue walls
and pictures of waterfalls
because you were in to that sort of thing.
Now I'm laying in the summer grass
as God’s tears come trickling down,
storm...

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Also by Karin Seaver:

plastic protection | Nerves |

love lostlove poetrynostalgiaromanceteenteenagers

Murray River

That first time I sensed you at the old Tocumwal railway bridge,

I peered out the window like a child

at the window of a lolly shop,

It was night,

I could barely see your glittering reflections

In the darkness, your breeze surrounded

My face with a scent of fresh cool water

And a hint of parched eucalypt

 

When I returned you welcomed me

like a fostering mother,

So...

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conservationaustraliamurray rivereco poetry

Killing the Piano

We tried to save you with small ads.

Free to good home, must collect

but nobody called.

 

We tried schools and churches,

community centres,

but none were prepared to accommodate you.

No room for the past,

no use for tradition,

and each back turned

was another key condemned.

 

Once we dragged you a hundred miles north,

and later a hundred back,

my faithful ...

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Also by Joe Williams:

Street Food |

Dreams don't come true straight away

I met her once

Under a white moon,

On the lake

With a gentle breeze.

 

I stared at her

Not knowing what she’s thinking.

We reach out for each other

Under the beautiful sky.

 

We talk, laugh and sing.

I’ve never been so happy.

I look in her eyes,

I see hope,

I see truth,

I see all I’ve ever wanted to see.

That mystical glow,

The moon reflecting off...

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Also by P C Kenet:

Playing the Game called Life |

You weren’t the one

You scare me

You manipulate me

You used me for your gain

You thought you owned me

You weren’t in love with me

You were in love with the idea of me

You sucked away my happiness 

I tried to leave 

You followed me everywhere I went 

You degrade me when you have a tantrum 

You called me your wife and treated me like a possession

I don’t owe you anything

You changed ...

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Also by iesha washington:

L.O.N.E.L.Y |

Last Word

 

Were I to write especially for you

Admitting emotions, far before they're due

Were I to feel a longing for your touch

Confessing my sin of wanting it too much

 

A noteworthy charm your messages convey

I can tell that you are smiling as you write to me that way

A playful endeavour as we natter back and forth

Both parts teasing as we equally want more

 

Were I to m...

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My Dreams

My dreams they have died
Buried deep within myself
Hope to renew them

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Also by Shirley Smothers:

Open Your Eyes | My Name is Sarai |

DreamsHopesHeart

Our First to Now

I know not from when you came.

How my insides echoed hollow.

I know not where my conscious went.

My mind forgot to follow.

 

I knew not of what empty meant.

At least for a couple of hours.

I know not what empty meant.

 Our love forever flowers.

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Only Scratching the Surface

Sharp blade cuts I panic

Trying to get past them

The problem solving never wrong

I told you so people.

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They ask too many questions

What if: nightmares, angst and fears

what is a dream; what is reality?

what is death; what’s on the other side?

it’s perhaps our vulnerability

our most distressing convictions

our most dreadful nightmares…

 

what if you die tonight?

 

how do we differentiate between

what is considered to be reality

and what is deemed to be a dream?

in what we assume to be the reality

is the actuality effectively a ...

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crown shyness

 

Abraham told us to come again

next year when the sky would

pother with ash from the fires

because right now we could not

see the stars just the faceless

children playing basketball on

the streets and you know they

never miss a shot so we spent

the year in our tiny homes with

aggressive mould coating the

walls and the things we gave

names to like Table and Lamp

...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

it is a sphere |

No room for doubt

A chair calling the anxiety I call bad, misinterpreted.

A doll covering a hole in the ground calling my shallowness vague.

Through the light, where I can see, leave me no room for doubt.

 

 

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Also by Seven Charles:

Wild is the wind |

Vicissitude

I've been trying to fill a void, shamelessly I have to admit 

by subsituting our late nights in with even later nights out 

Friends once lost or forgotten reappear into the abyss that long ago were hours I would have dedicated to someone else 

Like water filling a gap in the ocean floor, it is difficult not to let them pour in

But these are the friends I need

Night time drives with ...

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Pain

Pain


 

Pain

All I know

All I ever will know

Is pain

 

Because of

One mistake

One action

One mess-up

In a flawless life


 

We got seperated

Far away from each other

Where we thought

We would be better

Off at


 

I let him go

Out of my reach

Where it would

Be next to

Impossible

To get him back

Into my life

Into...

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seperate to pieces

Painless Torture

This night oh this dark and lovely night where the moon dances with my eyes and till the sun rises again

I have not felt a pain so uneasy as this in years it brings me to the edge of my seat

My heart wont miss a beat

The heavier my eyes grow the more the night glows

And I must refuse to sleep

Body exhausted and my mind a bottomless pit of potential

Thinking of things of old and n...

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restlessnessSelf-awareness

Bare eyes to the world

You speak awkward 

Struggling for words

Yet you captivate

with your desire to be

Someone who cares

In the clean gaze of your eyes

Honesty is a realm 

Corporeal

I drink in your tears

They cleanse my mind

And bathe my soul

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

Within the wind |

Paradise Lost

                 Paradise Lost?

Big adjustment.  Nothing like retirement.

One minute, I’m your average day to day man -

up at first light, a couple of grapes, then

on with the day job:  Emu; Elephant;

Duck Billed Platypus; Lesser Spotted Toad…

biodiversity makes a demand

on imagination.  But when I tired,

I thought of her under the tree: first bride,

always smiling, beau...

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Also by Terry Jones:

The Carer |

Far from this place

Oh, to spend some time

Precious ill got

Away from the feathers and the flux

Of human intercourse

Where everything is either split or spilt

Or spat out and declared

Behind waves of words

Some unspoken

But more often not

Sent crashing one upon another

In costume covered gloss and paint

All froth and fancy

From those who fail to observe

The cautious perplexities

...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Airships |

The Mask

The Mask

 

So softy sealed her lips keep all,

The hurt and pain only she recalls

From dimming the light of someone’s day,

Just to hear the words ‘are you OK?'

 

A disguise so real, no one would know

The day to day struggle I long to show,

Through the beauty and laughter of a delusory mask

It’s no wonder they don’t even stop to ask

If my life is still perfect as soo...

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Depression bipolar hopeless alone

Broken Masonry

broken masonry

Not for me another love
like choking fear
It will not budge
I dare not blink
for it now seems
by choosing drink
I dwell in dreams.

I grind to bits
my words and teeth
when searching through
my history:
to lift above
what lay beneath
all that broken masonry.

 

Words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Drunk |

Silhouettes


Shadows lurkin' in the dark
Mingling, dwindling, taking new forms
As if like mist they've risen suddenly
Clear, murky or grotesque figures
Each shadow has its own story
First there's a tall girl caressing her child
Though it's shadow I can feel her smile
It evanesces gradually to take a new form
A toddler chuckling, chased by its mom
Next I see the child grow tall
And a labouring mothe...

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Also by Binte Afroz:

Rumination |

To get through the day

 

Your the essence,
The essence of love,
The essence of life.

Your my soul,
Your my heart,
You reside over my mind.

Your part of me,
Your in everything i do,
You make every thought i have.

I feel you, always,
In every breath,
You give me the strength to breath.

Your in the warmth that brings me to life.
Your in the chills that make me alert.
You give my heart the strength ...

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Also by Chris Campbell:

Winter | True Nother | My angel |

Only One Winner

Only One Winner

 

He dropped a glass

On my stone floor

And there was only one winner.

 

She breathed her last

Was at death’s door

And there was only one winner.

 

He took a chance

She faced a threat

And there was only one winner.

 

He lived a life,

He paid his debt

And there was only one winner.

 

My nights were dark

The sun arose

And the...

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Also by mike booth:

The Body of Life |

livehopedeath

"The Watcher"

My lip has been chewed off;
your words, carved well into my bones.
I concede, I had given myself entirely
to an unquenchable longing.

You were astonishing -
some glimmer of Moon's depth -
and my toes found their way through shadow and bramble
to feel in the shallow reaches of your arcane lake-
only if for a moment.

Swam in dreams of what it must taste like
to belong to this earthly p...

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Trees- be these.

A Trunk holds branches

that then support the new buds

all fed by the roots

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Ocean locked blues

                Ocean Locked Blues 

This could be our legacy 

These are words that help us breathe

Get through our anxiety and hatred 

These are voices that make us stable

This is our energy that stays in a constant frame

An Advocate with a generous grace

that keeps your ambitions intended straight 

so you can fight through a somber night

Smile cause you only get to see ...

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Mornings Grace

Birds chirping

Praising the beginning of a new day

As the sun rises

I look into your eyes and see

The glory of God staring back at me

Even though at that moment

Feeling unworthy

Yet still acknowledging the fact

That his Blessing was conceived

Thankful for another day

To be close to you

As our souls intertwine into one unit

Formed from a love that was given to us

...

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big emotionsenlightenmentlove poetry

To the Love I have Lost

I remember a time together

Things were so easy 

We were so happy 

I never thought we'd make it here

Where all our love has dissapeared

I long to hold you close

But your heart no longer craves me the most

The saddest truth you'll hear

To me you're still dear

I wait for the day 

Where our hearts align 

In my mind

Your heart belongs with mine 

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heartbreaktroubled heart

seam (04/19/2018)

devil's sympathies 
dried up streams 
where letters used to be

smoke-filled rooms 
warm with murmuring lips
rumors left vacant as coal dust

chalk outlines traded
for slow leaks of nitrous oxide 
and the velveteen burn of a leash

taut teachings of how to loosen up 
and laugh again

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

name here (04/11/2018) | viking book club 2 |

ive never hung myself coal fired

Fear

{Fear} 

 

 


The morning dew is

on my shoes the birds

are chirping and singing

their tunes as the

morning sun brightens

up the sky with warm

crisper air that made

you take a deep breath

into your lungs waiting

to exhale 

 


And 

I fear 

 


And as the birds goes

silent and the clouds

went a dark bluish gray

with the sun gone

behind t...

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Also by Chiari Warrior Soldier:

Lustful Confession's | Take Care | Face To Face With Us | I'm Out Of My Head | I See So Clearly | My Illusion's | I Maybe Fragile |

Fearfictionfictional piecelifelivingOne_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer/Tina GloverpoempoetryTina Gloverwordy queenwriting short poemswriting short poetrywriting short stories

MAN DO I HATE BEING LIED TO

My mind goes into a blank state

who's on first what's on second

 

Want to believe what I hear

know a lot is not clear

from the mouth of a liar

 

On shaking ground

when all can not be compared

due to closed mouths 

of those too scared

to share their truth

 

The liar is loud

and proud

he causes others pain

pores down rain

on their heads

hopes to ...

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Also by lynn hahn:

NO SURPRISE |

LIFE

A little thumping fist

Rhythmically pulsating

With one hand on your chest

Another on your knee crouched over

                                                            Running yet again

                                                            You look back but not front

                                                            A glimmer in the distance

                  ...

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Also by Swetha Kandati:

GIRL ON FIRE |

An old Christmas Poem

Special wishes for the day that arises

the day that breaths fufilling hopes and suprises

resting in the spirit of giving and thanks

puts things into perspective cuz love desires no rank

take pride while we ride in unity

the days also giveth and taketh then they are through with me

they feed my sanity

up front with less scrutiny

my verbal words provide the truth in me

so ...

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Also by Zayman:

Onionmint |

inspired by Olive Vista

My Rainbow Baby

whenever i found out i was pregnant with you,
i was so happy and filled with love i could feel my heart literally melt...
whenever i found out i’d be losing you, and then i lost you,
that was the most painful thing my body and heart had ever felt...
you gave me the greatest joy, and also the greatest pain... 
you so quickly made me full of life, and then when i lost you, with you my life had ...

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Also by Naomi Bunton:

the beginning of “The Naomi of All Novels” | haunted |

miscarriage

Find Me

Will you notice me?

Where are you?

 

don’t this just send chills up your spine. 

 

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Also by Eden Louise:

Harsh fireflies. | Aching Beauty | The Young Fool |

Where are youlovedlocatedhelpnotice me

First Fight

There were tears

Rolling down my face.

I never was a pretty crier,

So I looked away.

 

Heard your voice

Over my heavy breathing,

Crying harder when you said

You weren't leaving.

 

I hold tight to everything;

Knuckles white from my grip.

If I let go, even a little,

My whole world could slip.

 

I've been afraid, though,

To hold onto you.

My heart ga...

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Also by Jara Giner:

Heart Shaped & Reflective | The Girl Who Cried Wolf |

faithfearsfightloveresolutionrespectsoulmatesupportunderstanding

2018 Once more Trev's on his annual Texas Tour Pt2 The journey out

Image: Got a seat near the emergency exits on the main flight, much more leg room.

 

31.03.18 – 17) Bags packed ready to go taxi waitin’

No time for debatin’

Quicker than catchin’ a fast train,

I’m leavin’ on a jet plane

Flyin’ high in the sky like a bird on the wing,

Let those engines sing

An’ I’ll be found Texas bound

So now I’ve written this little rhyme

It’s get m...

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Insane You

More  than a reason, alive and new

You are so gracefully insane.

You are a thousand things.

As always and one more time

You just sit on the line.

Yet nothing is a big deal

And to be different,

So being in your madness 

And dreams that storms,

And those chunks of missing pieces

Your path meets,

But rarely crosses.

Such pretty things you said to me.

For all is ...

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Also by ADITI JAIN:

Just another thought | Late Night Talks |

3 hours

day the night

pain to happiness

alone in your arms

black, white

buds, blooms

rip, leap

3 hours

this heart feels it belongs to you

my sweet dreams.

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Also by kanne:

Alam mo ba | Tanga |

dreams

REAL HEROES!

Some gets it free,

and others to pay fee,

since they have to earn,

for their own life's spree.

Those who have pleasure,

remain busy in its measure,

unwilling to seek the value,

of colossal within treasure.

Those who really seek,

without getting bleak and weak,

are the real heroes,

who will eventually reach the peak!

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Also by MANISHA SAINI:

INNER BOX |

Before My Eyes

Before my Eyes

 

the image came to life:

 

blue lava wails and flares its stifled tongue,

splenetic, sharp and surly-

 

licking waves which,

cresting ever higher,

catch upon the wind and rain-

 

crashing down upon

the sailors and the ships

and I can almost feel it,

the ocean’s spray upon my cheeks-

 

the tension rising

with the wave,

smotheri...

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The Void is Cast

Whether it was going to an all boys' school,

Growing up in a religious subculture,

Having parents that didn't let you develop

Or provided no template for living

 

Say you are one of those guys that missed out

On intimacy in your teenage years

How do you ever recover?


Laying in bed lonely for all those nights.

Not even having dates with girls your age.

No girlfriend.
...

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depressionincelThe void

Rise and Breathe

Rise and take breath of newly found freedom.

Rise and take breath as those weighted shackles are gone.

Chains made of the heavyest stone are broken lost to you now are you rise.

Finally there is light.

Finally there is air.

Finally you can breath.

Freedom has been granted and given freely.

It asks no payment only that you take this chance.

Finally there is a shift, a chance...

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écrasez l'infâme

 

The Scientific Enlightenment came at no small cost

Imprisionment, blasphemy, books burnt, the Inquisition, internment  death

The Secular, Spiritual  Sceptical, Scientific spirit survived and slowly tamed Christian fundamentalisn.

Now, a new constant vigilance is the price we pay as unreformed superstition seeks to re-establish a new dark place in the west - truly it is difficult to f...

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Also by John E Marks:

A lurking |

Mum

Not always easy me and mum

But sparks ignite loving hearts

And fire up a love that runs and runs

Firing true for my mum and me

Special relations mums and sons

As I’ve seen so clearly, with my own ones

Maybe too alike, maybe too different

Sparks just happened along the way 

Both too stubborn, both never to give in

But the clashes only stood out, because really so few

P...

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lovemumparentson

My daily feeling

Hi Im parker a hopeless romantic
Ive been single forever but i dont panic
I have so many goals i need to manage
So i smoke weed and go on drug binges to stay average
Because i noticed im being to passive
Why am i so alone
Is it because im always home
I try new smiles
Create new styles just for the
Lovely ladys that catch my heart
But when she see i want to be more then friends
She stops...

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darkalonenesssingle

A taste of hell!

A Taste of Hell!!!

 

Where does self-respect sit

In the minds of those who weep

For a burglar –without guts- who

Into a pensioners house did creep

 

His motive –with an accomplice- was

To brow-beat, so they could steal

From an O.A.P. and his disabled wife;

Such a deed has No-Manly appeal

 

Through fear for his sickly wife

That pensioner retaliated – thinking ...

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Also by A Scallywag:

Not a happy ghost | Myne [a short story] | ode of a dealt hand | Give a chump a chance |

The World’s Eyes

These thoughts that run through every crevice of my mind. The harmful things that touch and ruin the most precious moments, I can’t stop them. The bad that always overtakes the good. The evil that somehow breaks everything that I once loved. Society has broken my view of perfection. Not only my view of perfection, but it has broken me. Into millions of pieces that will never be able to join back t...

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society

Sabotage

Sabotage
It came from out 
Of somewhere...
A place deep within
You, never let you 
Settle in with the thought
Of us being close friends
Every laugh, every tear,
Every wrinkled brow, every smile
Never fully developed, always stopped Before it matured 
Because you never felt
The authenticity of any of it
How can I realistically
Have a rapport with you
This affinity is bogus
What bond?...

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Also by Cassandra Walker:

Unravel | Young Folk |

OCD

I board the plane at Budapest; please fly me back to where my heart is.

OCD has followed me, nowhere to be seen during my trip then it sneaks into my backpack, managing to get through security and boarding pass checks. Surely not I ask myself, what has triggered all this hell?

“2hrs 50mins flight time” the pilot announces till the plane is back on land and I just sit with my head in my hands...

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Helpless

 

Tight embraces were never my thing. 

I hugged you, you smelled of regret and heartbreak. 

You smelled so good and somehow the smell made my eyes start to water. 

As I was walking away I almost felt like I was helpless. 

I’ve become trapped; 

Within your smell, I was helpless.

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Also by Andrea Lee:

Movie | Love |

I have broken my own heart

I have broken my own heart tonight

Crawling from a torture well and into a deadly flight

I lost control and took a life

I have broken my own heart tonight.

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Dark sad regret

My Best Friend

There's one person whos always stuck by me

Through until the end

They have taught me what it means

To be human

What it means

To be loved

 

They have shown me the way

Let me catch the world in their lense

Told me the hard truth

But i always needed to hear it

 

They show me who is important

Who is necessary

And what i deserve

“The world is too much,...

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