Poetry Blogs (May 2018)

Obsessive Shopping

Obsessive Shopping

 

Years ago I was impulsive and easily led

A shopping spree when I bought up everything in sight

I was obsessed with the need to possess

to have and own more despite the cost

Sales drew me like a magnet of desire

I rummaged to find style and size together

My wardrobe and bookcase creaked under an excessive weight

When back indoors with my latest booty

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Also by keith jeffries:

The Wind Still Blows | A Roof Terrace | The Choice is yours | Dad | Heart and Mind | Keep Your Distance | The Finale | The Cull | Likes and Dislikes | The Passage | A Suburban Jungle | A Summerhouse | A Cameo of Years Past | Evacuees |

INCONGRUOUS

At the tiny garden centre

a Ford Ranger pulled in,

window went down,

husband as controlled as a fist,

sullen, white T shirt

stayed in the car. 

Wife, blowsy, voluptuous

exhuding brute sexuality

got out. 

 

Two identikit boys followed:

slightly tubby, cropped hair,

white shirts and ties. 

Probably come from church,

such is their custom on a Sunday.

"Wher...

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Also by ray pool:

SUGAR RUSH | REMEMBERING THE NAKED CIVIL SERVANT | ROYAL VISIT | THE MEMORY THIEF | SCHOOL DESKS | CLINGING TO CONVENTION | FILM NOIR |

Walmart

Two college students shop to find some beverages to fill their apartment fridge for the next week,

The man and his wife are showing their daughter a crab and a habitat, planning to surprise her for her ninth birthday,

The father of two daughters decides to buy a dream tent, so they can have sweet dreams at night,

The husband is finding a Valentine’s Day card for his wife,

The boyfriend...

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Also by Piper Joyce:

Dark | Forgive Me | Goldilocks (and the Three Bears) | Little Red Riding Hood | Crushed | It's hard to explain but | How can I sleep | Pleasure | A Member From The Past | Revived Feelings | Similar Near Death |

Tower of Babel

There weren't many English living there

Many of the tower's residents

had names like radical terrorists

Maybe this is why Middle England is not fully able

to relate to those in the Tower of Babel

who appear to originate from muslim zones

Perhaps they'd get more empathy

with names like Smith and Jones

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Also by Brian Maryon:

The Day The Wife Came Round | Appropriate Adult | Dog vs. God | Test Results Normal : No Further Action Required | Our Smalls | If You Build It They Will Come | Dogshit, And Where God Fits In | The Heat | The Playing Field | Fit But Thick | Martian Landing | Pointless | No Beach | Skinny Latte | Knock Knock......Come In! | Keith From Up The Road | I Started Off Making Sheds And Ended Up a Multi-Millionaire | 2158 A.D. |

Believe

So I sold a dress today, 

Full of broken dreams, 

And silly promises we made, 

Living in the moment, 

Is what we need to do, 

Im sure your living it, 

With her or him,. 

And I have finally let you go 

Memories fade, 

And the silly promises we made, 

Unstitched like broken seams 

I have a path to take, 

To help others, 

Find there way, 

So this dress, 

F...

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Also by Nicola Byrnes:

Peace-quote | Find a way home | Stardust | Hazy Days | We were | Runaway Dreams | Liar Liar,. | Salvation. 2 | Blossom | Summer Heat | Love is | Grenfell | Something old something New. | Enlightenment | Fools | Full Moon 2 - lyrics. | Kyle - aged 13 | Quickening heart. | A Wish | Words.... 2 | Friendship | Party Sobriety | Angel wings | The Universe - Prose/stream of conciousness | For Kyle-a prayer aged 13 | Just Be - lyrics 2 | Divorce. |

Stubbleworld

 

Here in these fields- all battlefields,


and day bit fiercely into night-


call not for final victories


but sing glad of tommorow's fight.

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Chuckling | Questions For Introverts | The Poem Itself | Old Man | Mothering Moonday | Earth | A Blob Of Science Fiction | Cool  | Amnesty | Burn After Reading | Such Sweet Sorrow | 7/4 |

THERE ARE TIMES

There are times when blogs on WOL resemble a procession

Of  those who might be better suited going to confession!

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

SCOUSER LOUSERS | ABOUT TIME | WHO CAN EXPLAIN? | DAMBUSTER - "OPERATION CHASTISE" COMMEMORATED | MOAN N'GROAN | NIGHTY-NIGHT! | POINTS |

The flavour of her

After the rain on the damp with the dew
And the scent aromatic like sassafras
Where the girl walked bare foot 

the declivity steep
But an effortless jaunt, 

pinnacle to shallow in obstinate manor.
The girl in undress 

through the plaza she rides
Cheers plentiful,

 suitors in abundance

But her eyes fixed hungrily

 awaiting her nemesis.
And all this pluvial,

 the rain her ...

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Also by Andrew Mark Bedell:

Interlude | Just dance | Country file | Down the market | Ice cream and dreams of tomorrow | Still life | Pits and pints | Come what may | Hats the way I like it | Has anybody seen my youth? | When the devil drives | Life is cruel sometimes | Under the bridge | Breed | Wake me up | We crossed the line | Give peace a chance |

 

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In My Arms

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I found a picture of you in my arms,

Sleeping securely, safe from harm,

As you knew it, anyway.

Your trust for me was complete,

You wanted for nothing

And thought of my love only

As often as a bird thinks of sky.

You didn’t yet know people

Can go away or even die.

 

I know how things changed,

But I can’t bear to think of it.

I picture you now, with your love

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Also by Randy Horton:

Seeking Joy | Writing Through Illness and Grief Group | Bob War (Ode to Humane Farming) |

 

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The Giraffe and the Tree

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What's that I see in yonder tree

I swear it's a giraffe

It turned to me in mock surprise

And just gave out a laugh

 

My poetry has gone downhill

I think I'll go to bed

Here's hoping that when I wake up

There's something in my head

 

What's that ?! The tree is running by

Giraffe is in pursuit

I'm seeing things I know 'aint true

The poor tree is uproot

 

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Also by Don Matthews:

Moaning Minnies Need To (Edited and OK'd B. Maryon) | I'm Sorry if I'm Larrikinish | Oh Overload, Oh Overload | Gosh, I've Just Arrived Here | Death of a Candle (1) and (2) | I'm Standing at Your Entrance | Comment Tree | Are There Mind-Stretching Listeners Still Out There ? | Comma Dilemma |

Take a Penny, Leave a Scar.

I'm just a number,
Put me in the back.
One of these days,
I swear I'll fucking snap.

Always keeping it in,
Forever pushing it down.
One day I'll strike this match
And burn this place to the ground.

Empathy is a curse,
A color I wear well.
I'm sick of always wondering
How other people feel.

I don't take care of myself,
I just bury my own bone.
I'm always there for everyone
But I'm al...

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Also by Nick:

Kicked Out of Heaven. | Succubus. | Flower Shop. | Organic Brain Syndrome. | Land of Opportunity. |

 

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No Love

Why you do me so wrong 
Why you shit on me all day long 
U do me dirty like a damn tampon 
Haven’t heard from you all day long 
Like cmon 
Look at the shit u be on 
U do me like a damn peon 
What type of love is this 
Why you gotta put me thru this

 

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Also by Dontaves Wiggs:

Back Then | I thought | Not The Same | (untitled) |

 

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Meaningless tales

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Meaningless tales    

 

The slim volume on 

the coffee table, next 

to the remote, is a 

generous fable that furnishes

ridiculous amounts of pleasure.

 

Realising, while leafing 

through the tales of hedonism by

the Mexican branch of the New

Romantic Fern Smokers Club, that 

the fiction is absurd.

 

Leaning towards more 

indulgence, the leaf of 

the ...

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Also by Darren J Beaney:

Two days after the day to remember – it is the day not to forget! | Mirror, mirror | Anti-seagull | You can’t take it with you | Empty | Sad song | Shirley Crabtree | The root and branch approach (to love) | Dead Mans Neck Tie | Notes on how to forget | Lost |

life is life

 

Life is a life

 Driving home I nearly hit a rabbit

braked hard and the can of lager fell out of my hand.

We country folk drinks a lot; the police never stop you

unless you drive off the road and plough into a flock of sheep

then you are fined, and the police take the carcass home

dinner, for a big family.

So who am I sentimental over a rabbit when

there are chemical at...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

goodbye Alfred | forthcoming | meat industry | wild horses | the inmates | Abortion and Euthanasia | skirmish | the fairground of the mad | another morning | night in the village | birth of life | three new haiku | midnight party | the seagull that loved me |

Holding to the Root

This love is not gentle, it is outraged

By the self-interested scuttling to safe burrows,

The building of walls, the digging of mass graves.

 

This sadness is not sorrowful, it is ashamed.

These reasonable, rational, sensible words

A smoke screen for cruelty, cowardice,complacency

In the maggot ridden blood of human nature.

 

This anger is not rage, it is the deepest kin...

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Also by Hazel ettridge:

Is it okay? | Don't Short Change Yourself | Don't Short Change Yourself | Wedding Haiku | A Life | Drawn by Dragons | Stuffed | Not Drowning | No wedding? |

Is the idea of you what drives me? Sensory overload when memories emerge. I still smell the fresh fuck, and can taste the sin of you.

Remembering calloused psalms urgent with primitive need feeds my fantasy. Logic dies as pain blossoms with pleasure.

Chained to lustful memories feeds my gluttonous pursuit of this craving. Can you not see the willingness to submit to you when all others bows ...

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I WRITE

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I write

Because it’s my passion to write

To speak what my heart confides

Sharing experiences my soul relies

 

I write

Because it gives me a novice thrill

To pen down feelings blocked within

Shedding thoughts of burdened mind

 

I write

To share my feelings true and factual

With someone who is genuinely actual

Non-judgemental to passions, thoughts and feelings

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Also by Ghazala Lari:

o humanity!!! | Pearls Pure – the journey of my life | Ramadan - The Month of Fasting |

Firefly//Saltwater Canyon

I found someone I loved and I'm letting them kill me
It's been 18 months without you and still counting
But I'm still waiting at that damn stop sign from 11 to 12
So you can count on me when everything goes wrong

I've always been so hard on myself waiting on you
It's been 18 months without you and still counting
No one can break me but you
I'm here begging for death everyday she's not her...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

The Boy That Stop Time | Illithid//A Moment of Clarity | Samurai Bebop 2 Loyalty | Destabilizing Wounds | Space Cowboy 3 Mid Galaxy Somewhere | Licks From A Bear Poem Version | Peroxide | Firefly//Supernova | Firefly//Sour Patch Kid | Samurai Bebop | Space Cowboy 2 Proxy | Firefly//Ballroom Dancing | Space Cowboy | I Wish I Could Fix Me | Firefly//The Full Truth | Firefly//Only Half of The Truth | Words of The Waiting Man 12 | Justice | Bitter Blossoms | The Voyage to Death | Take Another Step | The Voices In My Head (Not A Poem!) | Baba Yaga | Mother's Day | Slime | Old Betty | Stop Thinking | Outside | The Promise | 26 | Loneliness | Decaying | Poems | Beautifully Disfigurement | Overcast | Caution Tape | The Night It Came | Tree House | Letter To April | 1-800-273-8255 (Suicide Hotline.) | Raindrops | History Lesson | Words of The Waiting Man 11 | Black Licorice | I'm Drunk And Will Always Love Her 2 | Stop Sign | Self-Loathing  | I'm Not a Poet | Forever Yours | Heaven | The Saddest Poem I've Ever Made! | The Pinkly Demon | Audio | Love Letter lyrics | Words of The Waiting Man 10 |

Personal contact

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Personal contact

 

Thursday, 31st may .2018

 

He doesn't know

when I blow

my whistle for the invite

but he gets delighted

 

I free the thought

to go near and don't get caught

as I want to remain unknown

till he tries to own me

 

He is real and dashing personality

I know of him clearly

I have some fascinations

and really wants to have the close rel...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

Feel fine here | Take the chance | Set the future here | How far we can ! | The verses flow | Infant democracy | Only peace here | Go ahead with | Beautiful chance and | Our life | Be good to | Real wedding joy | Daughters save campaign | Reciprocate | Terrible pain | Duty as the poet | Simple rule | Nothing should irritate | In the name of | I don't know | The single aim | We, the people of | More than the words | Face the rough weather | Nice stage | In miserable condition | First information report | Lifespan waste here | The lifespan is wasted | Natural relation with | The girlfrieend | Missed it forever | The flowery show | Understand the myth | An opportunity | Say good | Define the courage | I turn | Through the storm | No more a stranger | Happy Ramadan | Poet's heart | Try for the success | The real light | Baby knows | If we don't | The wildflowers | Fall in the standard | Mother, you are | The shining star | Surprise others | Be of your own | Be helpful | The time passes on | The life is living art | Live each day | Yes, you are right here | No bright future | Life takes us | Serve the lust | Funny age | Avail the chance | This factor | Love , human aspect | Without female partner | Not to blame | Beautiful piece | Always inspiring | Think of love | The friendship | His messenger | What shall happen? | Nothing is wrong with | Liberal system | The generation gap | Feel not alone | Forceful conversion | The life and death | Great memory | In partial manner | The truthful life | Past association | No more wars | I shall not write | Silly reason | Good night dear | Firmly say | Scandles | In such cases | The sky has no limit | No shower of deaths | The point of strength | An unforgettable individual | Stay strong | What do I do? | Hacker's call | Such indecent behavior |

 

Jadia4708au

Reserved

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Reserved

Nice to know poetry
is given such credence:
tabled with four chairs,
expected conversations,
words shared and written.

My take on coffee, sitting
on this Chrystal morning,
right next to the beach?
As waves crash foamed,
I smile at my flat white

and it's feathered froth...

 

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2013

Written whilst Poet in Residence for 6 months in 2013, represen...

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Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:

Counting Sleep | Trips into Town | Knock, Knock. | Bobbing Grey | My Car. |

 

 

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Addiction to Deal

What has this world come to?

What has my world come to?

 

Everyday I drown my sorrows with booze, sex....anything I can

I’m trapped inside my head

 

Images of what was, and what could be

...flash before my eyes so vividly

like I’m there

 

But I’m here...why can’t I live here

Why can’t I be happy here, I’m certainly not happy there

 

I’m drowning...

I’m dyi...

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Also by Megan Pieroway:

Bright Eyes Dead |

WOULD YOU?

If you were in a garden full of flowers

with some weeds

 

Would you look at the flowers 

and enjoy their beauty

 

or

 

Would you look at the weeds

thinking the gardener needs

to do a better job?

 

By Lynn Hahn

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Also by lynn hahn:

ALONG THE WAY | BLINDED BY LOVE |

Delete

 

Here we go

You are gone

I brutally erased you from 

my memory disc

With just one click

I deleted your software

controlling main

computer of my life

You received a punishment

you deserved repeatedly

I threw you into the rubbish

On the right level of 

your existence

Among others

Broken and dirty programs

no longer wanted or needed

Stay there

It...

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Also by Anya:

Volcano | Black Widow | Your move... | a werewolf | A Wake Up Call | The Enchanted Pen | Spark | A Prayer “ Things I am grateful for... “ | Let go | Princess of Ice | A Devil’s Whisper | The Smile | The Rush of Blood to the Head | A Hero | Forever Young | You | If... |

Internet, I've Lost My Faith in You

I'm aware of the irony of putting this here.

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when the sirens sound...

when the siren sound of my love casts an endless ocean of dopplers upon me, as though lightening does from above in a brutal storm, my soul, my heart, my everything surrenders to the tantalizing taste of his audible delicacy. created from one, the one, the one love lost to the sea of the dead and the to the disease of greed still for me it is pride which fills my chest as i lay to rest to the swee...

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loveLove lost

A chance meeting

A serendipitous moment
So wonderful in its fortune
A wealth of wonderful adventures
was laid before us.
A path that was destined not to last
gave us truly happy times while we were walking it. 

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

What are words worth? | Hold onto those thoughts | Sorrow | I lost you | Once More | In the Name of the Father | Stranger in me | Woman in a Cafe | Alien | Super Ball | Twilight | The Quick and the Dead | Witness | Winter turns to Spring |

 

meeting

Listening to fire

 

Mother is that you?

there’s a crackle on the line

I’ve listened for an hour now,

and watched the blaze entwine

 

around our little world

where you brought me to be safe,

and taught me we could share a place

where love consumed the hate.

 

I fear I see your spirit now

arising from the pyre

and for every chance you gave me mum

I promise I’ll aspire. 

 

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Also by Wolfgar:

The Dream of Chance | Love in times of war | Don't believe the Weather | Indurate | Left luggage | Gender thief | The acceptable men | A Loathing | New garden furniture | "London hasn't been used to that" | A letter of resignation |

Lines

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Lines

 

 

I would wake up every morning,

reasons hidden in my rhymes,

Searching for a new horizon,

travel always on my mind,

Always looking for my station,

mindful of departure times,

Till I found my destination

just along a different line.

 

I will meet you on the platform

even if your train runs late,

On this journey of a lifetime

what's another hour'...

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Also by Chris Bainbridge:

Harbour Lights | Beast Feasts | Hebburn |

Training Wheels

Telling someone to be happy is like telling them how to ride a bike with no training wheels. 

I’ve been told how to be happy for 18 years of my life. 

No ones ever taught me how to do it for 2 years now that I am 20. 

I want to put my training wheels on but life is so short and passing me by. 

I no longer have the screws to tighten them back on.

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Also by D Lee:

Hopeless Romantic |

Sunk

Suspended by my ankles,

Beneath a dead salt sea,

Visions swirl in briny preserve,

As fatal breath beckons.

Silence heralds the arrival;

Once proud, now wretched,

Weed-wreathed wreck of our love.

An eternally flawed shell.

Resting on a coral coffin,

Forever unmoving, unshakable,

Yet gone for good.

I gasp in regret,

And in my remorse,

Gasp no more.

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subjugation (the lesser of two evils)

An angel skidding in

between outstretched wings

 

drags behind his fantail

and sparks the flames--

 

the air is sheared and feet

dig deep into the turning earth

 

to send forth tremors

and stir from sleep

both the restless

and the peaceful...

 

We know these things:

 

there are N many revolutions

in the latest satellite year

 

and Z is the m...

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Also by elPintor:

40-night bender | stampede (a view to the hill) | fade | telecommuter |

No more

No more shouting daddy

No more crying mama

Too much fighting 

mom and dad

 Don't you see I suffer?

No more daddy 

No more chaos

I continue to be sad

So am I still suffering?

 

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Also by Sofia Urquiza:

In Times of Doubt (edited) | Day and Night |

For My Sisters And Brothers Of Colour

I know I have no right to stand here

and attempt to speak for my sisters

and brothers of colour.

I stand here in awe to applaud

their strength and their courage,

their patience in the face of 

relentless abuse.

 

As a child I was picked on,

excluded, abused;

I was ginger with freckles.

But now I am grown,

I doubt I’ve been ever

turned down for a job

or a h...

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Also by Janey Colbourne:

Real Life | What Is Freedom? | Common Ground |

 

 

#fightracism#inequality#prejudice#spokenwordPoets & Performance Poetry

Starting a new

Wouldnt it ust be easier if we had a reset button

Like in video games, you can just redo everthing

if somthing isnt working you just hit the refresh

if only life was that easy

Every mistake we make follows us for a long time

you cant restart

you cant avoid it

and you cant restart

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Blossom

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Quiet the night
Gloomy and mist
But dancing stars with,
Glissando bliss.

Blushing the flower bud,
Covering to a leaf.
Seeing the sun rise,
She always wished.

Her shimmering smile,
And his glimmering eyes.
The flower just bloomed,
With a magical sign.

Roovi ♡

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The city and the river

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Once upon a time,
There was a city, 
a blue river was it's veins,
whose water was sweet and pure,
fishes merry and dance in it.

Cool and breezy air pampers the river.
Trees dancing over the celebration of nature, 
accompanied by the laughter of kids, 
who were sometimes playing
or swimming in the river. 

The river was a beautiful heaven, 
Yes, it was heart of the city. 
Near the ri...

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Also by Ankita Srivastava:

The Grass |

What went before

The mystic rain
Pours 
From the umbrella sky
In a rainbow 
Of shining puddles
Laying beneath
What went before
Leaving no answers
As the dying questions
Fizzle 
In the half light
Left by the place
Where the sun
Used to be
In the space
Between shadows

your soul
Hiccups
Whilst your mind 
Dances
And you whisk
Yourself away
Into
The infinity
Of madness
Where a world
Spins
I...

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Love Conquers All

Sitting on the kitchen floor 

in the middle of the night

Pill packets to the left of me 

and a knife just to the right 

I was young, I was broken 

I felt I couldn’t win the fight

Hopeless and desperate 

I wanted a way out of this life

This wasn’t something new

there had been many other times

But usually the prescription drugs 

were enough to suppress the crime

T...

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Also by Connie Walter:

These men | Condemnation | Changing tides | Creativity |

 

 

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Rainbow Lips

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She was like a poem

few could understand, 

an ocean hidden in a drawer

with a white winter freeze, 

a blue summer breeze…

A yellow autumn leaf…

And a white withering rose...

From a late green spring…

 

He was a travelling pawn…

Confused within a wild roundabout...

Like frenzied carmine

searching for her rainbow lips…

 

She was a like poem 

few could und...

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Also by Xoanxo:

The Boy and The Sea | Ever Mine? | Summer end | Tick Tock | To be...To become... | How can I? |

 

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The Film Showing

It was a very important film,

Showing a very important light,

On earlobe.

 

While Martin Luther King,

Spoke of Universal Basic Income,

You pushed your face into your scarf.

At talk of the biggest potential change since private property,

You thrust your hips,

Up, shooshed

Down, in your chair.

 

With great successes in Namibia, Finland,

Switz and somewhere else...

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Also by Roesypoesy:

Doing it | Arvis son of Marvis |

Wonder and Worry

The children are all tucked in,

Mother's said goodnight,

turned out the light,

 and closed the door.

Almost immediately,

three are asleep.

But the oldest lies awake,

mind working away.

She thinks about storms

and horns

and babies born.

Her brow furrows

as she thinks,

whar have we done?

There's too much death,

suffering,

hunger,

war,

depression,

...

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Also by Elle Mehltretter:

Lemons and Lemonade | Shells | Bird | Light | Pretending | The world around you | Follow in the Footsteps | To Start Over | Swim Part 2 | Swim Part 1 | Lies | Tape | the Fence | Bridges | Words | Ashes | Fall | Puzzle Pieces |

Headphones and Wine bottles

Not exactly dressed for the kill-

Hell, she can’t even walk

In a straight line-

But she’ll still be able to find her way

To you.

In these heels,

In those thoughts,

She dances with wine bottles

While headphones play

Some song

That had nothing to do with you.

Bare feet circle bare floors;

Bare hands hang onto

Bare walls-

Or the toilet seat.

She feels poet...

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Also by Rebecca Leivesley:

Coffee Shop Blues |

 

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Contrast and Opposites (Poem)

For without darkness,

 

There cannot be light. 

 

Without failure,

 

There cannot be success.

 

Without trials,

 

There cannot be patience.

 

Without contrast, 

 

There cannot be a humanity.

 

Without challenges,

 

There cannot be triumph.

 

For the world exists

 

Where opposites work together.

 

To create a world 

 

Of ...

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Also by Danny G.:

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Cabin To Cabin

At the bar, watching you work
breaking the waves
going cabin to cabin

An opiate look across your eyes
pushing to feel the rush
surging into the night

There's a high between those thighs
you've been falling
for the feeling of falling
hooked 
on the commodity of love

See them capsize
or to splash inside another's eyes
the static shock of fingertips and kisses
the life eclipse
se...

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Lost In Translation

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Lost In Translation

 

I was there to help you

when you needed my advice,

I faced my brothers bullets -

was prepared to pay the price

of ostracism

in my fathers land

because I fought for justice

and decided to make a stand

against the corrupt message

of the terrorist breed.

I wanted to scourge my land

of their demon seed.

 

So I stood at checkpoints

a...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

ðə króz ləmɛ́nt | The Beast Beneath The Beck | Windsor Street | Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968) | This Is The News | Daily Howl |

 

 

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That Thing In The Cupboard

You know it's there

That thing in the cupboard.

You never want to tarry there,

In that big cupboard, the one by the stair

Because you know it's in there.

It's not exactly human

Or totally a monster,

It's somewhere in between,

An entity,

A thing.

It's very tall

And nasty

With skeleton fingers that could tighten around your neck,

Could sneak up behind

And br...

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Also by Hannah Collins:

Esther | Can They See Us ? |

Late Night Thoughts

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Late Night  Thoughts

 

1: „You know the feeling you get

When you just lay in your bed

Stare at your ceiling

Thinking bout life and its meaning

Realizing that nothing will last

Future, Present and Past

None of them matters

Cause nothings forever”

 

2: “So if life doesn’t matter

Then death doesn´t matter”

 

1: “yeah but guess what´s better?”

 

2:”Mhh… ...

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Also by light:

Sane Insanity | Dear Depression | A Remedy for a Broken Heart | Beautiful Melanchony | Confusion |

 

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Julie

In the years that followed she left no time for sorry

Days and nights were spent in clinches and with the cliches of travel

to hold and be held, 

the most holy of desires,

became necessary and consuming

Only when the last cock crowed did she feel the hope of new lives leave her soul, 

where she’d held and cherished them

There are still more roads to travel

paths she’s yet t...

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