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Cinema Mortgage

Popcorn sweet and butter toffee

Costing more than a gallon of coffee

Whatever happened to the penny chew?

We used to share between me and you?

A kiss or two on the back row

Would give our cheeks a rosy glow

But now before we even get in

We’ve nothing left, bereft and skint!

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Also by Fred Varden:

I’ll Take That! | The Extra Terrestrial Poets | It’s hard to stop (audio) | Truth and Lies (audio) | Virtual Unreality (audio) | POSITIVITY |


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(I am trying to recapture the form that saw my magnum opus "Upskirting" removed from WOL.  This seems to me to be equally offensive but was approved for posting once already in 2013.  Perhaps WOL was a little more sympathetic to irony then).


As you approach twenty-one

Get out there and start to have fun

But before you start kissing

It’s time you should listen

To a father’s advi...

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Also by John Coopey:


I Killed Myself Yesterday

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Last Friday I decided to kill myself

I thought - what's the point?

We're not happy

We're always arguing

I'm fed up feeling miserable all the time

Its not going to get any better

so I might as well end it all


But it's got to be done properly

so yesterday I took a load of pills

slit my wrists then hung myself

So that was it, I was brown bread


But then I tho...

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Also by Brian Maryon:

The Tempest | Diddley dee diddley dum | SHOCK HORROR!!! Fun Bus Crashes | Boldly Going Where No Man Has Gone Before | No Spitting, No Gouging | Mrs Maryon's Holiday | El Hotel | Three Lions on the Shirt | The Line Call | The Thai Boys | Women May Not Get This | Taking a Cat on Holiday? | Penalty Shootout | The Fietser Returns |

The Game Changed

Walking down this endless road,

Never knowing which way to go.

Each path seems dark,

each breath

harder than the last,

constantly hiding from the past.


I try to find the strength to move on,

But each time I do, you still want to have

your fun. When will it sink in?

You will never win.

I’m done playing,

You might think you’re staying.

Truth is you’re as temp...

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Also by Hayley Taylor:

Man Versus Marlin | 'F' the FDA | The torture of the Heart | Not alone | We wish you a British Summer | The demons that only I knew | Friends of many faces | The unspoken rules of tidiness | Make sure you don't have it | Fingerprints on our Souls | One Step Closer |

a-level poetrycheatcutting tiesdeceitdisloyalgamesheart gameshurtlieslossloveno longer being an enablerold poempainpoem from collegereciprocated lovethe new generation's gamesthrowback to old poetrythrowback to old workunfaithfulyoung love

Flashbacks of the innocent

In remembering,

wars horrific stories

continue going back to page one

in the minds of old soldiers.

Cruelty prepares each new path

for them to re-enter the madness

where brotherly ghosts wait

trying to smile with torn faces

trying to wave without hands

yet remaining as hauntingly close as ever

to the living.

They who once were new victims

marching the cratered r...

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Pansophy they said from a different time

all knowing 

with a distinctive design.


Who would know of such,

to teach the arts of many gifts

one doesn't have to know this.


Wondering about the fragments of relativity

a moment offered for embellished wits

deciphering reality


a worth of distant morality.


Humbling treats for ears that listen


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Also by David Irvine:

Into the Fire |




that our feelings could be heard

like droplets of rain

on the rooftop of our love.

I wonder if verses

would smooth into chorus,

or if thunder, too heavy a bassline,

should weigh out our sound.

What sort of song we'd create,

I could not say.


And when its rhythm breaks,

what kind of mess

would become in our beds?

Would we get lost

in tossing an...

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Also by psylentskog:

"No Words" |

A break in the calm

A dry throat

a shaky leg

pains in my arm

cannot swallow

a lump in my throat

playing with the zipper

on my tattered old coat

people buzzing around

a friend in the ear

things will be okay

terror is rising

a sweat covered fear

clammy hands rubbing together

will this go or is it forever

home now home

you can make it dizzy

inside can you take this


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The Unfading You

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I know the melody that runs within,

flooding over the arid land,

I know the whispers that left her footsteps,

Making one after another castles of sand.

Oh Time ! I feel your Snickers 

that haunts me day and night,

Yet the touch never fades 

Nerver fades her first sight.

I can't my sell my love

In the balance of her refusal

What I got is a treasure unending,

You liv...

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Written In a moment of Crisis | Camphor | Heart Roast |

Right Words



He looks good

from a distance

up close

not so much

the women all say

he is a catch though

because he knows the words

to all them country songs

and after all

isn't that

what women want

a guy who knows

the right words.

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Also by d.knape:

Love Reduced | Cat Food | WORK | 3 CATS | High & Low | Why Do Hummingbirds Hum | Plastic Flamingo | Thoughts | Two Poets | Audio/Miserable | Cicada Summer | WEST TEXAS | Sahara Sand | Underfoot | Crayon Clouds | Comparing Zebras | Undocumented Poems | Under Questioning | The Day The Fish Died | Leaving A Lasting Depression | Click Here | On Writing Poetry | The Celts |


Flustered when you're around

Just your presence intoxicates me

Call me a love sick puppy

And I'll be the one to readily accept it

I know I'm just a shadow of yours

You tower my frame by a good few inches

But in the end of the day I'm just one of your worshippers

Finally took notice of my petite figure

Losing your bad boy vibe, open up your gates

A fire shot in the far di...

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She smells like the smoke she consumes everynight, 

She looks a bit hopeless but she does have hope inside,

She lives with the dead monsters who creeps her at night,

But she knows one day she will kill the monsters of light.

She knows, one day she will definitely smile...



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Edward Lear rewrites "The Flea" by John Donne

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Upon a Bed of Biting that a Flea was occupying,
a Woman and a tasty-looking Poet were a-lying.
The Poet never heard the Flea arriving with a leap,
as he chattered at the Woman, as she tried to get some sleep,
and the Fearless Flea was sated when he'd fed upon the two
(and their juices mixed inside him, which is more than she would do).

The Fearless Flea has fallen! for the Woman struck him d...

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with a souls appetite

that consummates all that is beautiful

I watch the horizons slow announcement

of sunlight


soon will its golden tide descend

flooding hills and valleys

inciting wakefulness

swaddling all that has been freed 

from night

with warmth.


My observations

are being married once more

to peaceable gifts.


This is heaven

beginning t...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

a discussion with my new P.C. | growing pains | well remembered sounds | is it me or has the world gone to sleep? | me about me |

Charities and the church

Charities and the church

The two bodies we should most respect

Are only interested in reputation

Not in the people they should protect.


They hide and conceal

Crimes so heinous we all deplore

Women raped, children abused

Victims too scared to report to the law.


I hold my head and weep a river

For humanity and its darkest shame

How can we stoop so low

In re...

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Education 'Wild West' | The human race | Would or wouldn't? | Ghostly Way | 'My' lavender | So inattentive and so frail |


Floor of Lava

You say a little too much,

And I think a little too much;

Jumping to my own


Stone to stone.

Our love,

Like a floor of lava,

But I’m the only one who gets burned

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Firefly//Words of The Wallflower Boy

I had the whole damn world 
I watched it shatter underneath my feet
Now I'm lost in the underbelly of who I used to be
What do I have left when the hurt is gone

You were always my better half
I let my insecurities take you away
I tried to tell you how I felt but it would never come out right
Firefly I wish I got to open up before you left

Am not giving up on you 
I'm just growing numb...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Space Cowboy 9 Proxy Opus | Chronic Disease | Access Colors | Firefly//Nicotine High | Firefly// Tumblr Pick Up Lines | Violet (0) Prelude To Space Cowboy | Space Cowboy 8 Violet Moon | Space Cowboy 7 The Great Depression | Jump | Gotta Keep It In | Letter To Firefly | Words of The Waiting Man 15 | No Purpose | Grandma | Not Letting Go (lyrics) | Happy Ending (lyrics this is a song) | Firefly// Have Faith In Me | Firefly Vs Hollow kid | Firefly// Friday the 13th | Firefly// Cobblestone Kisses | The Hollow// Death To Space Cowboy and Bebop Samurai | On My Own | Illithid// The Mind of Martyr | Space Cowboy 6 Sanity Mountain | Illithid//A Moment of Surrender | Firefly// The First Rule of Love Is You Don't Talk About Love | Nightmare | Firefly// Purple Flavored Apples | Intelligence Versus Brainwashing | Swallowing Dirt | Hauntingly Dissolving Rain | You Should've Killed Me Before The Family Reunions | Firefly//Colin Told Me That His Title Was Longer Than Me So I Had To Make A Title Longer Than His PS Do You All Like Cookies? Also This Is Tomorrow's Poems I Will Not Have One Tomorrow Cause They Take Me A Day To Make. | Samurai Bebop 5 If Silver Bullets Don't Work We Can Always Use Holy Water | Laying In Ammonia |

Liscard – Wirral 27-29 July 2018

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The neck of the wine cracked open

And I thought I’d better join them

But I didn’t

Instead I looked in or dipped my toes into

Or faced a discrimination so many had done before


Friday –

As our taxi rolled in “the Keg” was letting loose

Those just out of school to fight over a woman

Or beat themselves up

I fiddled with the cash machine, as if on the edge of a war zone


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Also by David R Mellor:

Swan Song | "Dating In A State" |


What If

Sorry for the length, but I wrote this after something that happened to one of my students a few days ago. It's the first thing I've written in a long time that is probably a song.

With acknowledgements to John Lennon

I see your tears falling

It really breaks my heart

I know right now you believe

Your world just fell apart


You can’t see through the darkness

The next move ...

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Also by Becky Who:

Contradictions | The beautiful game |

FailureJohn LennonSong lyrics

You are the Devil in my dreams

And then one day

The earth cracked.

From the depths of the earth 

The devil rose.

He tore everything to shreds.

Nothing was left after the dust settled. 

I sat in terror as I waited 

For god to ascend from the heavens.

But on this day 

He was no where to be found. 


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Also by Mykail Robinson:

Oneirataxia |

The Architect

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Tight jaw, grinding thoughts of plans
Pulsating, he maps today as overlays of yesterday
And so stubbornly, he assumes his positionality 
As if written by an attentive God, he occupies all the space on the table, selfishly 
Rolled out, he once again opens the paper, rearranges the dots, scans the memory
He figures the plot and he shifts the lines further, draws in his thoughts
Caged in, the b...

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Also by Rachel Mhlongo:

A seasonal romance- Part 3 | A seasonal romance- Part 2 | A seasonal romance |



Last night a shadow came to me.
Linked arms and took me on a journey.
It took me to places I didn't want to go.
It whispered things I didn't want to know.

A soft pillow brushing my arm.
Its smothering presence had me alarmed.
Shadow why do you want me?
Are there secrets you want me to see?

We walk side by side.
There is nowhere I can hide.
I shake my arm.
Try to brush...

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Also by Taylor Crowshaw:

Wordsmith | Strength | That Conversation | What's all this about rhyming? | Solitude | Extract from Shhhh!!!! We Don't Talk About That | Under The Stairs | Extract from Shhhh!!!! We Don't Talk About That | Mask |

We Are Humans

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We Are Humans




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Love's Insane please see https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1biOUBhYm6Y

I have a youtube rendition by Dave Nachmanoff who plays, sings and wrote the tune at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1biOUBhYm6Y

I wrote the poem and had the idea of the tune 33 years ago but never got round to the song due to not being musical. My daughter and her friend kindly acted the younger couple!

Loves Insane

Mondays are mundane

and I wouldn’t choose Tuesdays too,


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Seeing Past the Misty Fog (Poem)

As I pull through in the misty fog,

Everywhere is blurry 

But the forefront. 

I put my backpack on my back,

I open it, 

Let the trash drop. 

One by one 

The trash drops, 

As I steadily gaze at the forefront,

Fully immersed on this present moment, 

To bring me all I love and need, 

Fully immersed on this present moment, 

To unfold my path and destiny. 


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Also by Danny G.:

Needy for Love (Poem) | Future Changes With Perspective (Poem) | I Forgive You Because (Poem) | Searching From the Core (Poem) | Despair Made Me Stronger (Poem) | Love is a Compass (Poem) | Worth in the Wrong Places (Poem) | True Love is Inevitable (Poem) |

InspiringLetting goWisdom


I wrote this poem a few years ago but it seems right to post it today, the 200th anniversary of Emily Bronte's birth.


She walked the Moors,

Her beloved Moors.

Her hair, long, black and tangled.

She gathered heather

For she loved the wild heather that grew there

And would only return to the house at night.


Her head was filled with a million dreams,

Thousands of wor...

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Also by Hannah Collins:

Stalker ! | The Guitar Man | Isolation | The Collar |

Relativity in art

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To have the heart of an artist, one doesn't need the hands of an artist, only the ability to see beauty in flaw. To see cracks for their character, rather than their weakness. To find poetry in the tears pouring from ones eyes. To see paintings in even the darkest depths of ones soul.

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Also by Cheyenne:

Run |

Ramblings Of A Mad Man

Today I realized something a lot of people go out of their way to hurt a single individual but it seems as though the way I've lived my life and every day that I fought this addiction I've learned to adapt and now not only does the single individual that I desire to downfall fall I've learned to observe things take the time to notice the small details of everything that surround me in my life so n...

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Also by Knight In Black Armor:

Questions | Why? 😖 | Love? |


Why Disrespect All Others

Why do they think it’s the Norm . To have had an education . Some people don’t have the Health ,  Money or Means of all . The Ideology to even know how to be able to think about an Education . With their way of life an education doesn’t come into it . Some Educated think they know all .  But some have no idea if put to the test . Most workers are looked on as the Backbone and Some Educated have no...

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Amongst The Shadows | Walk Away Mrs May | Keep Your Children Close | A Yorkshire Attitude | Respect | Thailand | Donald Trump | Suffering Children |


everyday she feels more apart from the world.

i think she's found love. i just don't believe that he will be enough.

he truly loves her. how can she break his heart like that?

don't love.


she says she's here. yet so far away.

i try to understand her.

but don't know what to say.

she doesn't think she belongs anywhere. she is so lost.


i think of ways to help, but sh...

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Also by yajaira:

Consuming Thoughts | Father | Freedom | Weak | HONESTY |


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An August poem with moths

Buzzing around the oil lamps

On the maestro's writing desk

He flicks through his well thumbed

Collection of erotic 

Prints. His wife thinks he is writing.

He isnt. His mind has moved far away

To when he walked the streets of London


And bought a fuck for half-a-crown

The clouds followed, massing like soldiers

And now his study & recrea...

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Also by John E Marks:

The Incidentals | Mary Stuart | No guide, No hero | Sepsis | Ruin | A ladder to the stars | Summer Eve |


"I love you," I said

closing the gap of years -

"I love you too," she said.

We walked holding hands

celebrating her two replacement hips.


Hospitals split you up,

cleave you with fears;

such a routine part of life - and yet,

you think of the anaesthetic and the knife. 


Today it all works out,

I squeeze her hand. 

She talks of moisturizers,

I the airbrus...

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Also by ray pool:


Sky Dancer

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Sky Dancer

On a high wire she balances with

strong legs - a sturdy foundation.

Big toes grip the metal string

feeling her way along the fine line.

In moments of uncertainty, legs shake

as balance compromised, waving

steady arms straight out, knowing if

she fails, the safety net will wrap secure.

Sky Dancer isn’t scared of the landing,

she’s terrified of the fall...


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Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:

Trapeze | Anniversary | Raindrops | First Performance | David Cooke's 'After Hours' | "These single socks seem to think I have nothing better to do than run a dating agency for them." | ‘Every revolution needs a soundtrack.’ |

Art is the SparkcircusFMFPoemSkyDancertightrope

Divided by derision

I trip

I fall

I skin my knees

I cry the tears

Of a hungry gull

I am picked up

I am fed

Rocked with natural nurtured words

Cooing and soothing

The maternal words

Calming my fractured sounds

And I feel safe

And I am held

A mother’s wings surround me


I skip

I trip

I fall

Over words

Empty headed curses

Cheers and jeers breathed over me


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Also by Martin Elder:

Bored | Bucket spades and ice cream days |

tom waits and an infinite softness

we were sat around the table discussing things that matter like global warming and politics when I suddenly became very aware that I was there which might sound funny but sometimes you can be somewhere but not really be in the moment just be inhabiting the space physically but this time I was really there my body my mind my spirit all in line all attuned to the conversation  to the feel of the lea...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

what it was |


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I must away 

and go now 

and clear the 

mess I've made 

I must bend down 

and reach for 

the words with 

once I played. 


Words and image  Tommy Carroll 

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Inference | Applause | Driving responsibly | The Astronomer's gaze |

The static sky

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Static sky

Sunday, 29th July 2018


What do they forget?

instead simply state

that I must let

it simply to my fate


what had I dreamed about?

to know and talk about

My feelings and sentiments

but he showed no interest


was I venturing in the wrong direction?

his actions spoke directly with his inaction

to realize what I was all for?

and what was th...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

Upper hand | Does the Poem Hunter do? | Takes away ashes | Share it | View her | Give me back | Wait for the rainy dews | No real freedom | Nice attempt | Love is a weapon | We were keen | No arrogance | Dead hearts | With the zeal | Lotus movement | An anxiety over | You alone | Nature reacts | Ignorance about | Selfless love | Poetry plays role | With flowers in | No Mr. Sherif no | Form of purity | Directly from the heaven | Illegal settlements and politics | Introduction of a new scene | Swargadapi gariacy* | Wise mann | May grant | Play the role | No violence | Matures with | Pray daily and | So precious | Make people | Inner conflict |



There is a clearing of energy 

And on this day 

When the rain trickles thick

Down my window pane, 

I think of you. 

Wonder what you are doing.  

On a day such as this, 

Wonder if you think of me

The flowers are happy now 

If only we could be too 

In each others company, 

For a while

To hold you in my smile again... 


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Also by Nicola Byrnes:

Cold morning /2 | Cold morning | Wait for me /2 | Wait for me | Wait for me | Pathways | Butterfly Poem/early mornings |

Just So Much


I don't know the names of these flowers...
but wait, that is the road back.
I found myself here when I forgot
the royal road and the mission.
Camouflaged, a cat brushed past stems
certain of an afternoon's handful of things,
one being-  these flowers reject names.
I'm pleased to know just so much 
as some darting creature bound for rest 
when the closing sky suggests rain.
A flock l...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

The Lot Of Us | The Poem: | Sonnet |


The sound of water falling down

reminds me of the days

my eyes were obsessed

by a ground that always

stood unchanged

i still remember sweet voices

following the ground

making it less alone

the ground was a piece of home

I was carrying out with me

I remember when the days

were rough looking down

would cheer me up

now looking down has

lost its effect

now ...

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Also by racha:

catching surprises | talking to a brick wall | What it takes to love | Wondering eyes | the trap | New eyes | runing games | a play | special conversation | A BEING OF GLASS | reflection |


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The lion of Africa is mechanical
A knock down engine
Left to rust
Producing garbages
Break down to the apex

From one mechanic to another
They always promise to fix it
Get paid and extort us in return
Inflicts more damages
Heaps the faults on previous mechanics

The lion of Africa is mechanical
With quack mechanics
Stealing our tools and equipments
Always seeing a comp...

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Also by Kporho Vwede Daniel:


The Interface

Books make visible the writer's soul

Which bleeds its angst by pen:

Spread thin across life's whited bowl  

A thin red stain of madeleine


Books may offer us an author's eye

That ensnares the reader within its brail

Or should writers light the reader's sky

And tear apart the shadowy veil?


Books will hold the writer's thought

And bridge the gap twixt pen and read...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Cathedrals of Words [1] | C#1 | A Dark Night | Rain | ENDINGS | Succubus | Contrapuntal |


Maybe Later

I sit sullenly in the dark
Lighting green lanterns in my mind.
Who am I to infringe upon your newfound stardom?
Who am I to make the request of sharing your time?
They wave paper at your face and you turn away from me,
Only glancing back to request that I wait.
Yes, wait. Just give me a moment, I'll only be another moment, you say.
But minutes have turned to hours,
And hours to days,
And ...

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Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:

The Timesmith | The Bee | Helium Ride | Too Soon | Hope | Wasting Time | Brave Soul | Stained Glass |

The Moth


Nocturnal creature

A daughter of darkness

Gray, inconspicuous, small

Flies through the night

with a broken wing


She’s cold, so tired

Carrying heavy stones 

from the past

Damaged by the weight of

secrets from the other side


Stayed for so long in 

the underworld

Hurt more than enough

Fed up with blackness

she flows between tears

searching f...

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Also by Anya:

A Good Place... | A Perfect Man... | The Art of Poetry | The Skeleton | Total Lunar Eclipse | A Photograph | Red Rose | The Mother’s Day |

A Day To Remember, A Day To Forget

A day to remember, a day to forget,

A day that is etched in my memory yet.

A day that began with a stunned disbelief,

A day to come home to a house full of grief.


A day when they tell you your father has died,

A day when you wish you could just go and hide.

A day when your mother has tears on her face,

A day when relations support and embrace.


A night so surreal w...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Halo |

Sunday morning time

My mind is calmed now 
Just rested today as music plays
The radio emitting nothing thoughts
chilled sounds of  instruments 
Tuned to songs and voices in melancholy talk

Creative mind can awaken now
As a rare creature from its cave
The dangers of crazed crowds
Far away from the this morning 
Sunday's best for breakfast time

6 Music BBC just beats away
A Welsh soft voice DJs to start ...

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Also by AM Cash:

Summertimes should never die (audio) |

#bowieBBCbbc 6 musicCashJazz

And Now The Weather

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And Now The Weather


Rain drops smudge the inky page,

snowflakes on the talk shows,

the sun bakes hard the daily news.

That’s the way the wind blows.


Lightning strikes the gossip columns,

thunder rustles print rows,

All Hail the brave reporters.

That’s the way the wind blows.


Sleet and mizzle obscure truth,

pressure builds in highs and lows

from dull ...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

blown it | Red Herrings | The Weeping Angel |

common sensenanny statenewspriorityreportingweather



all day in front of a big screen

all night in front of a smaller one


escaping into our pockets

dream of living outside of one


all the time in your head

amused to death 


when we connect 

it's somehow different 


got this synergy 

that turns us on


technology is amusing 

but give me the human touch


got this synergy

we could go o...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Like McEnroe | The Run-Ons | The Third Country | South of South | Keep on writing | In the constant now | Women of Earth | Noise of the World | We're the news | Flatiron District | I Take Things Too Far | Acknowledgements | taurocacophagy | The Exile | The Quality of Our Solitude | In difference | Dividing The Bed | Heart of the Empire | Problems Curated | Insomnia | Content | Teeth | Your Hair | Between | The Other Guy | Let's Pass Over It Again | States matter |


Funny - but not ha-ha - how time slips away,

Dismissing each second, each hour, each day.

All we can do is make sure we play

The game life allows

For as long as we stay.


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Also by M.C. Newberry:


A martyr’s eulogy

On my way to work,
Whenever I pass through
The Holy Trinity church,
After a brief prayer,
The tombstone of a martyr
My eyes never fail to search
As his eulogies sensitive cords
Are sure to touch!

I admire
The tombstone’s design
A flickering torch,
Whose tongue
Is the  martyr ’s statue,
That talks loud his virtue!

“Holy Trinity
Till I crossed the river of death
Allegedly, striped of...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Welcome white dove | Let Us Leave Divide And Rule For The Fool |

Blank Canvas

Paint with the alchol

That speaks the drunk words

That lie on my tongue

Guilt of not being able to speak the truth

Lack of confidence, and self worth



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Tuscan taunts

'Oh Pisans, tell us is it true

that thieves are all too thick with you?'

'Oh Florentines, we won't deny

we can't get rid of them

despite we try.'

'They say that when you sow your fields

bandits instead of wheat

is what the earth in Pisa yields!'

'Alas, again the truth will show,

the problem is the seed, you know.

Although this slander is too true,

we've always boug...

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The Punk Poet's plea in comparison

I'm going to explain this now
Before I leave my mark:
I am not John Cooper Clarke

We are both rake thin
Wear suits
And rhyme all the same
But I can assure you that is not my name

When you talk about things in a similar fashion
It can be a joke at first you see
But my initials are not those of a certain "JCC"

Never been to Salford
I don't venture out of Halifax after dark
So I can...

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Also by Keiron Higgins:

July. |

If Ducks Ruled the World

If ducks ruled the world

They would live and work in duckminster

Pay homage to the Queen, the Ducks and Duckesses at Duckingham Palace,

They would certainly rule the waves of Britain,  marching to and fro in naval outfits, 

No need for ships  or an Air Force, with flying and swimming duck armies.

They gather on benches at parliamentary questions,

There is golden goose Mrs May wit...

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Uncertainly Certain

In each passing day

I am, little by little,

Falling fast for you


I am oblivious

of utterly obvious wrong

I've fallen for you


And into your hands

My heart and mind, my person,

To you I offer


But  I understand

This is nothing but a dream

My mind's creation


Confused and puzzled

Would it not be possible

To remain this way


However, a...

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Give me a broken mirror.

Hide the blemishes and blotches

That impairs and disfigures.


Give me renewed youth.

Re-circuit my memory

Rewrite the truth.


Give me made up days.

Turn action to fiction

Blow my mind away.


Give me turning tides.

Give me caves and crevices

In which I can hide.


Give me light, give me dark

Give me dressings to hide


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I never knew love hurt like this. 

To say that I am over you is a mistake waiting to happen. 

The words come out of my mouth and there you are, pulling me back into your arms as if I’ve been there the whole time. 

I live my life without you for twelve hours a day and the other half is spent thinking about you. 

All those wasted thoughts of you. 

No more expectations, you have taught...

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Also by D Lee:

Power of a Smell |


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Have you turned out to be just a thought?

Fading away as you have untied the knot

Why can’t you hear me as I scream?

Why have you stopped coming into my dream?


My scream tears my soul apart

I couldn’t realize when did the dusk start

I can feel my heart is now a hollow trough

I have filled it up with dark smoke



I can see you through these Smokey rings

Your ...

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Only One Thing

When I asked for something,

they said no.

Only one thing,

I said,

I'd pay with my own money.

Still, they only said no.

I told them that it wasn't expensive,

yet they still said no.

I asked, what must I do?

Please tell me what?






Why won't they answer me? 

Why won't they say yes?

What will make them say yes,

or even answer ...

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Also by Elle Mehltretter:

A Friendship Divided By Land and Sea (Literally) | Nightmares |

Cafe Scene

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If someone told you
this was the midpoint of your life
and at a precise moment while you

were lifting your second cup of coffee

to your lips a lever had been thrown
causing the axis of your life to tilt downwards
and an unseen ball to drop and begin

a rattling descent towards the inevitable
what would you do?
Would you embrace this new awareness as freedom?
Perhaps ask the knockout...

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His trace inhabits every fraction of my mind, lingering like a thousand dollar perfume, lurking quietly in the shadow of anticipations.

What would i sing, if he's every song? 

What would i speak, if he's my language?

What would i dream, if he's my only imagination?

Now that he ghosts and I am on my knees, I've been counting days in the loudest silence, wishing upon the heavy rain to cl...

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Also by Kristina Utami:

Without A Full Stop |


The Sapphire Ashes

The Saphire Ashes. 


Once a beauty,

Fulfilled her duty.

Loved, honoured, devoted,

Salty kisses coated.

His tongue lashes her bruises,

Twisted words falsely accuses.

Cruelty worse than burning blisters,

Marginalised her assisters. 

Covers her in deadly kisses,

His fist rarely misses.



Cracked and broken parts,

Deserved by filthy tarts. 

She glance...

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Also by Louise Hogg:

The Car Boot | Wishing for me |

Murder death love

Keep them away

Keep them away 
Sing me a song
to fall asleep soundly
Let me forget the pain of the past

Keep them away
before they drown me
with lies
why can't i be good enough?

Let me go to learn to love myself
before i touch another soul

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Also by Arina:

Vibrant dreams | These words in my head | Frizzies and milo | navy and white | Heart is where home is |


Today is the day I should go away, but these chained is still lock and blocking the way. For I determined to stay strong and brave, but everything still complicate. One day or two it’s still the same, when is the day that all would go away? I’m still in pain. 

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How she feels

Looking at her will make you feel so alive
It's the opposite for her, because she's dead inside 
She's tired of pain so she sits alone and hides
Up in her room with the music on no one hears her cries 
She doesn't think about suicide, just always hopes she dies
Another thing gone wrong, but she's use to that, so she just shakes her head as she sighs
Wishing she didnt have to live in a world ...

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In the Halls of Knowledge

The Great Men shared their wisdom

With emperors, kings, monarchs, and generals.

Great women shared their insights and guidance, too,

But their words are stored in different wings of the Great Hall.

It was the Great Men who laid the foundations

For civilisation, for democracy, for tyranny,

Architectural planning, sewage, and war.

It was the Great Me...

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Also by Randy Horton:

Dead Fathers |

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I’m Not Your Zebra

I’m not your zebra.

I don’t want you to chase me

to show your devotion.

I’m not your lioness.

You don’t need to pursue me

across the plains

to demonstrate your loyalty.

You don’t need to dominate me

to prove your masculinity.

I don’t need you to need me.

I’m not your source,

I’m not your mother, 

I’m not your bitch.

You don’t need to chip, chip

chip away, ...

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The Morning After

            black willow tree

            hair fallen perfect

ly across her face...

i left early

           so she could be the leaves,

on this bench

            outside the 


            where i waited








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In The Light

As it is always been
For the world to see
Crystal ball,
I have been admiring
In the light,
Paths are shown..

The king looks old
Rays of light,
Passing through him
Crown he's been gifted
In the light,
Paths are shown..

Dark clouds,
Cover the light
The winds,
Push them away
Sliver of light,
Comes blazing again
In the light,
Paths are shown...

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Also by Spiralize:

Threshold | Despair |


Wild Heart

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Wild horse, 
Fiery little thing,
You surround yourself with love,
And the warmth within 
Lighten a thousand others. 

Though your heart is filled with love, 
No one can take you for a ride,
Your rules are straight, 
'no horsing around '
Or get hoofed out. 

You stride no different from best breeds, 
Your confidence ooze from your heart, 
Your wildness too. 
Calm down a bit and take

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A good girl

A good girl, a nice girl, a perfect girl,
One who is the best,
scores the highest grade,
best in sports,
not just good, 
but the best in everything, 
she is smart, 
but not outspoken, 
she lightens up everyone, 
and never gossips, 
stays away from bad influence,
and always busy serving others. 

No matter how late she slept
but wakes up early with perfect hair and gorgeous face. 

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One Day....

I wish one day


I don’t have to think about you

I don’t have to think what you upto

I don’t have to feel insecure of this distance between us

I don’t have to feel anxious about our next meeting 

I don’t have to dream about being with you




That night I will be gazing stars with u

That night I will be secure in ur arms

That night will end sleeping nex...

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Shout it from the Hills

Shout it from the Hills


How easily we are subdued and seduced

to lie supine having rolled over in acquiescence

Have we joined the ranks of the moronic hordes

those who are the shiftless and hapless wanderers


We are fed a diet to subjugate original thought

advertisements impress the minds of the mindless

The masses shuffle about on an aimless trajectory

many have l...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Love at Last | Facing the Truth | Caught in Between | Why do I write? | Take Heart |


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How did you discover me?
There came a sound of flying wings for more than a thousand years.
A listener for stirring wings.
Bird soared so high that he almost touched the clouds and no room to fly.

Looked up, saw a large piece of sky and went there; in peace for the rest of the time.
With dew on a sinking star and birds share the dawn,
against my face.

Evening may sit down and windswept spac...

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Also by Wood:

Painter | Outside |

Langier (07/20/2018)

the rolling amber grains 
of sunsets steeped:
slowed but unslurred 
kept clear and clean against the blurred
fathoms of abalone grey. 

of kitchen block white 
of office eggshell: embossed business cards
wading thru fleshy handshakes and toothsome grins
currencies of decisions made 

solace grows where the sun shines 
gleaming in, fragmented incountable times 
conjoining every patch o...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

the fall (07/08/2018) |

biname office salvation in living

I wrote...

write and write

When speech failed..

failed and fail.

Words easy on paper

communication pouring as ink.

When lips, hesitant to gap

and voice not found

I reached for pen and paper...

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Also by uncover:

Him, Grace. | Longing. |



I open the door and turn the key,

I call out your name, and my echo answers me.


I look at the four walls and they stare back at me,

I wonder what they think, what do they see


I look at the teddy bear you gave to me,

I wonder what he thinks, what does he see.


I look at the ring you gave to me,

I wonder can it still fit, should I try to see.


I lo...

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Also by Mayah ROSE:

What do I do? | What If? | The Watering Pot | Suppose |


Simmering in the heat from the blossoming wave
To tingle for outlet of sobering relief
As sensations of burns run through the utmost brief
That life terrifies flies into the corps of slave

Tie me up, tie me down, tie me in all angles
To the sun's solitude in the middle of days
As remembering soul throughout the bloodied ways
To swarm to the present of unwrangling tangles

Don'tburn away...

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Also by Louis Audet:

Tinder |

Dying Into Each Other

We all have a birth mother

Each of us has a name

Each has a temple

We all die


We all breathe

We all live in the dirt

We all thirst water

We all hunger sustenance


Gravity prevails

Petals shed and settle

Atop verdant leaves

Vying for the sunshine


The flower’s final blood

Bleeds-out onto the leaf

Burning brightly through


Transposing its...

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Also by Jake Vincent Belmont:

Let's Go |

Letter to SPK

Dear S.P.K

Everytime I see your writings my head goes crazy 

 I’m getting screamed at by everyone up there 

 I know you love me and damn I miss your family 

  But I think I’m happy here and where I could go from here 

    Your sad and feel lonely 

 but I want you to know that you’re never  alone or in the dark because I will always be that firefly that lights up your night 


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Also by Akira:

(untitled) | I should |

A Period of Quarantine

I’m radio 

It’s for 
my thyroid,
you see.

They say 
it’ll work 

That those 
things will 

The sweats,

The madness,
rage and 

I have to be

for three days.

I might 
build a kite
to stave 
away the time.

I can 
make one 
out of a 
bin liner 
and a wire 

I can tie 
all my...

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Also by Ralph Dartford:

Going Out For Cigarettes |


Something about the way she moved

Maybe it was me just lost in some fantasy

When it was done it went gray

What did I actually think

Even if the world stopped I would still trip over my own thoughts

Confused feeling misled feeling to misread

Im not normal and it feels like sometimes feeling normal is the hardest thing to achieve

Why is it everyone has what they want in mind


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Dusk To Dawn

Take me away, where broken hearts go but if I leave to let the night be bright until tomorrow shows! Don’t take me away, before I can take you somewhere you would be amazed, but if I may be the sorrow causing you to push me away, then let me be free before tomorrow is day.

Before the night falls to dawn, I will be breathing my last breath, behind the shadows, I will trace the sorrow, don’t let ...

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Ascension To Prophecy

visionaries of our ascension ~
anciently holy men
did they mean literal ascension
the grand gravity switch flick-off
so cities forests farms oceans
are swept up and away
snapped from centrifugal moorings
fished to the vast benday-dot canopy
the polka-dot silvery cherry night estate..

did they foresee i wonder
football stadiums shopping malls
in meteor garb flash above 
then disintegrat...

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Also by Suki Spangles:

Fifty Shades Of Freckle-Faced Dalek |

post-rock poetrysci-fi poetry


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The summer bade us farewell

as he strolled the river Irwell.

His mind constantly at war.


He perched upon its banks

yet with no reverence or thanks

cast stones to make tranquil, no more.


“How is a man to be himself,

chasing dreams of elusive wealth?”

His being felt rotten to its core.


"Ravaged with external voices

I lament the infernal choices

that ma...

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Spacing far away

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Hours turn into darkness 

Time freezes deeply

Far away in between 

Ripping me apart

Sounds of bangs

Curling into repetition 

Disconnecting my soul

Far away my eyes lock

Hard to feel reality ​​​

Cheerful creatures 

I see nonstop 

apart from me

Eyes daily spacing

internity wishing 

The gun bangs 

Weren't for you 




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schizophrenia life

ppl call me a freak cause of visons i see have u ever seen a woman hanging right in front of with it dark have u ever heard ppl screaming have you ever tried to commit suicide have you seen something dark then told some1 n your the laughing stock ppl tell u stop makin up illusions have you ever been placed in a mental hospital an still your schizopreina went outta wack welcome to my life

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We Our as simple as Adding An Subtracting, I add. An you Subtract. In some ways more than other’s we make more sense then not. We Define an Defeat The Odd’s.

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Also by RandomBubbles:

Dying Flame 🔥 |

Ever so smooth


Bedside still

Soaking broken bones

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Restless (Sequel)

Writing in circles again
I'm chasing your tail
to edge of pointlessness

The nihilistic streak in me
vibrates at the thought of you
It's like I take my pulse
while getting your name tattooed

You've got your phantom hook in me
just deep enough to tear
welcome back
o, welcome back...

The most concise statement I ever etched
the most desperately impassioned verse s...

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no more second chancesreturningtrying again

2,190 Steps Back

It's ironic.  

How sweetly your lips felt the last time I kissed them so fucking toxic.  

This heart dropped to a stutter my stomach went instantly nauseous.  

You are so hypnotic my emotions became hypnotized.
Blinded by empty promises turned into lies.  

And I still deny that I am being pulled from both ends.  

I still pretend you aren't shredding me apart because I still bend to your will...

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Also by Lane J. Yarbrough:

Her | Overthrown | If Nothing, Let There Be Nothing | Flowers Grow Where Ashes Fell | When I Think Of You | Push |

Our Lions

Take down the flags
Wind in the bunting
It's not our time
We know it's not coming
Or shop fronts and homes
Will soon seem empty
But the sea of St George
Will be a glorious memory
Hold your head high
As echoes of cheers ring loud
Faith restored;
You've done us all proud
This time was different
You wrote your own story
A summer of hope
A dalliance with glory
You've brought us passion

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You told me everything I needed to know about your life. 

Weirdly it was the worst part of you, that lured me in.

Maybe my soul finally identified with this seductive evil you're so ashamed of.

I continued to listen as you spoke your truth. How did you not expect me to fall in love, is all I ask...

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"Sometimes when someone says that there are two people set for one another, two people meet destiny.

I believed waiting for that day until you came to an unexpected time and time.

You came to the fall of the leaves, you came. And I can not believe that what I believed to be true. As we watch you seem to be watching for me, are we being met? At the downstairs visit where you were with the gui...

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A Marriage of Ghosts

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A Marriage Of Ghosts


Something old; crumbling bones.

Something new; innocent youth.

Something borrowed; parental beliefs.

A bride forever blue.


Flesh bound to ash and bone.

A knot ties the living and dead.

Union of child and corpse, rotting.

Protection from cursed health and poverty.


Escaping abandonment, in a death shed,

destined by ancestral expectati...

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I was absolutely furious

the other day

when I realised that


had nicked my apostrophe


but the worse crime

was committed

by the person who returned it


put it back in the wrong place!!!

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Also by J R Harris:

Southport line IV: 1971 (Easter outing to Southport from Wigan Wallgate Station) | Mickey Dalton | Remembering the River Douglas |

Emeralds, Cannock Chase

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Emeralds, Cannock Chase


We set sail

on an earthbound,


Emerald sea.


Locked to the land

we voyage hand-in-hand,

Where dreams we chase

are deer that race,

Limitless and free. 

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Used to

I used to be happy

I used to smile

But I am broken

It's been this way for awhile


I used to dream big

I used to be strong

Life got in the way

And it didn't take long


Lying in bed

My heart is racing

My mind won't shut off

These thoughts that I'm facing


Maybe they're better off

Without the burden of me

I feel so lost and alone

I can sense th...

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Also by missbethrose:

Please Come Back | Broken |


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