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All Alike

They are all alike,
And she's not,
Nor has she ever 
Wanted to be,
A wave of ordinary sameness,
Each following 
The same insipid song
Toward some distant cliff
Where they'll all jump off,
Just because that's
What everyone else does.

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Poisoning our Children

Carcinogenics in every single thing we buy
From our food, clothes, to even our hair dye
Although Europe does indeed do more to try to protect us
America really doesn't seem to give a flying fudge
They have many slimy loop holes which risk our health and safety
Like the fragrance loop hole that has, over these years, affected us far too greatly
They need not disclose chemicals that they use t...

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Lost

Not knowing where it is,
No idea,
No recollection,
Anxiety, guilt,
Fear that it is about
Much more than
The object,
A transition to
Something else.

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Til Morning Light

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{Til Morning Light}


I've doubted my

happiness along

awaiting for my newer

sins til morning light

and as I rewrite all

of my stories and

compete with my

never-ending ends

that seems to never

be ending for me daily 

and I don't have time

for no imposters

because I will only

fade away at the

rumbling watery

morning light while

rewriting all my new

...

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If only poetry burned calories...(first posted 31/10/18)

One of my favourite ways of passing the time

Is chasing imagery and hunting down rhyme,

But as this takes place inside my head

It’s not enough, or so my doctor’s said.

Poetry feeds my brain and soothes my soul

But it doesn’t help much towards my fitness goals.

 

If only flexing words could take inches off my thighs!

If only shaping verses was more than mental exercise!

T...

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If only poetry burned calories

One of my favourite ways of passing the time

Is chasing imagery and hunting down rhyme,

But as this takes place inside my head

It’s not enough, or so my doctor’s said.

Poetry feeds my brain and soothes my soul

But it doesn’t help much towards my fitness goals.

 

If only flexing words could take inches off my thighs!

If only shaping verses was more than mental exercise!

T...

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Too Close

I hate pretending

a way of fending 

off others mending

from themselves

another good thing

lost like a shoe string

problems I do bring

lack purpose 

show yourself to me 

paint it heavenly 

it ends tragically

I’m confused

because you were here

I filled you with fear

now you’ve disappeared

it’s my fault

I live with a space

like a buffer place

beca...

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If Only You and Van Gogh Knew

If your art is good, as it feels in your bones

You will become known

 

Long after your ashes are sprinkled

And all of your senses are gone 

 

Particularly if you cut off your lobe

Or choose for yourself to end it all

 

Note scraps reveal queer love affairs

Poems show in the rubble of fallen walls

 

Fans will become obsessed

Frame you in the brightest light 

...

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A MAN HOLDING HIS HORSE

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    A MAN HOLDING HIS HORSE

 

    Poor Dai never got the hang of it,

    At school in our first lesson

    On art appreciation

    We studied

    'A Man Holding His Horse'

    By George Stubbs.

   

    The teacher issued us

    With notebooks

    In which to record

    Feelings and impressions

    Arising from the painting.

   

    Dai wrote...

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Going, going but not gone

I think it’s finally my time

I’m fading to the back of the line

there’s not much left inside my mind

just sit still and watch me go

 

As far as I can’t think 

I’m damaged, my kinks

try to fix them, I won’t stop you

do what you want, I’m lost without you

 

I thought you’d make me feel better

now I ache and it’s not the weather 

you said that feeling was beneficia...

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Cultivating Life

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A traffic jam that spans an entire epoch

Is followed by daily punishments of

Dreary Sisyphean meanderings,

Followed by even more traffic

In sweltering heat and sticky humidity.

 

With all energy drained from

Lungs, limbs, and mind,

He shuffles into his house

Seeking only relief and brief reprieve.

 

As he unbuttons his soaked shirt,

“Do me,” assaults his ears

...

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Stars Cross

do we subsist together 

I feel so far away

born between sowed leaves

my own land and sea

different enough to feel lost

similar enough to connect

individuals so complex

experience, goals, struggles

crystal clear and opaque bubbles

it seems impossible 

how we manage

simultaneously in tandem

when in orbit, will we meet

you see me and I, you

I touch you and yo...

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Hardened Poets

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Neither cold night nor seasonal change

on the turning earth dismays or hampers them

 

Veterans of words hold fast in all weathers

Never retreating, ever writing victories

 

Impassioned by an urgent inner voice

They hold fast to their poetic purpose

 

Drawing strength from years, they fight on

Never dimmed or surrendering to silence.

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Poetic insomnia

The battle begins -

Poetry behind my eyes

Will not let me sleep. 

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Pieces of Me

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My light shined upon

the dark hues of you-

the vastness hidden

in narcissism.

 

I coated the pain

with discarded paint,

bleeding through linens

of truth's art canvas.

 

Fragile yet edgy curves

dance into shapes that

identify me,

granting sanity.

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Missing Soul

I come to at half past three
in the middle of the night
and these images won't erase
I'm haunted by the tape
once it is light
your hands disappear
my brain is mine
and my limbs come crawling back
but the tape keeps playing
I know there's no escape
because night always falls
then I fall into you
and my mind leaves me
with no thoughts left to think
I make my way
the void is frictionle...

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{Evil Venom}

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{Evil Venom}

 


Your venom is like an evil

wicked snake knocking

at the door saying let me

in because I am the devil

and as I try to run from

the devil knocking at the

door because I can't

escape myself it's like

holding a shotgun to my

head and pulling the trigger

while blowing my brains

out all over you pussy ass

bitches while saying hot

damn you hav...

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SCREAMING BLUE MURDER - NEW ALBUM

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I have released a new poetry/music album titled 'Screaming Blue Murder' under my recording project THE CROWS OF ALBION. The title track is provided above.

There are 16 tracks (1 cover) all of which were originally posted as poems on Write Out Loud.

Over the past 5 months I've been working them into 'songs' with a great producer - John Kettle from Merry Hell at Music Projects in Wigan.

The...

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Love

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{Love} 


Love isn't easy to do 


Love can be a nightmare

that follows you

throughout your life 


Love can rip your heart

apart if you trust in

someone who says or

claims that they love you

when in fact they don't

or never did 


Love is a tangible

unmistakable hurtful

lie of your life 


Love can leave one down

in the dumps when

someone rips your

...

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Calling Bluff

The shadows are getting smaller

You’re unable to continue to hide

You have as much luck as the cold caller

When your debt is paid, things will again be right

 

You’re on the way to misery

Trust me, I’m able to foresee

This fate that has become your distant destiny

One in which you’ll fall down before me

 

You bite the hand that helps you

Had the chance to quit to

...

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Learning From Our Lass

I've been trying since I got released
I want to start anew
but it's impossible to get a job
when I can't secure an interview
they're gossiping down the bookies
and in the local boozer
they're saying I'm no kind of man
that I'm only out to use her
they're saying that I'm work-shy
'cause I stay at home all day
while she's out working two jobs
struggling by on minimum pay
I admit I've got...

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Writing in Rhyme

Please consider watching this slam live on Youtube (with subtitles):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPo1FANFUTU

 

I can’t help writing in rhyme. I do it all the time.

Rhymes sneak into my texts unbidden

Or if they’re not there, or are too well hidden

Their absence clangs like a bell

And I feel compelled to find them somewhere… bear, care, dare, hair, tear… repair, despair…

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We.

silly we are, humans.

we stand in front a whatever immortality.

sinners we are, human beings.

we close our eyes in front a sequence of lying mortality.

innocent we are, children.

we choose to play, pac man in a monopoly’s game.

and this continue, to be continued.

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Poetic Warning

WARNING

This world is under poetic surveillance

The POETS are watching

 

No image, sound or experience is guaranteed safe

from being found… inspiring

 

They will take feelings you didn’t know you had

and turn them into words you didn’t know you needed

 

They may not know who they are

but once they get started

they can be unstoppable and unforgettable.

 

An...

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When I’m remembering you

(Put on Chet Baker - Almost Blue - then read in his voice)

 

The only time we meet is when I’m remembering you

All my thoughts a bridge

Constructed out of loyal recollections

Reflections I’ve perfected in my mind

And again you are divine

Again you are mine

More mine than ever - before

For a moment -

For a moment - sublime

More than ever before

When I’m remember...

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A two week old cup of homemade lemonade right before I brush my teeth with vinegar

Losing all my trust,
yet I still believe you,
admitting my defeat.

You have lied,
many times before,
and you still told me things,
no body knows.

Showed your true colours,
but never showed your face.
Flirt with the thought of death,
somehow you were stopped,
but this time,
nothing stands in the way,
except for a bottle of rum,
a golden pen and a writing you'll never understand.

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Bless in a dress (Or just a coincidence that happened at the right place at the right time, I honestly do not know anymore)

With your new red dress,
you walk with such class,
whenever I see you,
you just push me away.

With your new red dress,
you've made my life a mess.

We used to walk along all through the day,
now I can hardly see you,
just wanna say this to your face,
you empty me out.

Like your new red dress,
you're already stained,
easy to wash it,
yet it'll never change your face.

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ILLUSION

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 ILLUSION

 

 Just for a while

 The feel of summer,

 Fields of sunflowers,

 Light dazzling,

 Heat caressing,

 France not Cheshire

 Kind of summer.

 

 Smell of lusty earth,

 Taste of young wine

 That won't travel,

 Freshness of fruit

 And vegetables,

 Proudly displayed

 On market stalls.

 

 Just for a while

 The illusion of summer,

 Ou...

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Role Reversal

At nine o'clock your day begins
but I've been up since six
cleaning clothes and scrubbing floors
mushing up your Weetabix
I have to empty all the bins
and wash the dishes up
then I come and bathe you
you're such a mucky pup
clothes hanging on the wardrobe
prepared the night before
I dress you and I feed you
then I clean your mess once more
I put the TV on for you
but I never get a cha...

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Having a Boss Time Behind Bars

He's getting three square meals a day
it's his idea of heaven
shares a cell with just one other bloke
he's from a family of seven
there's a TV in the corner
his toiletries on the shelf
for the first time in his short life
he can focus on himself
he keeps himself from trouble
he's not trying to prove he's hard
he keeps a healthy distance
from the inmates and the guards
he's working in t...

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The Denial of an Ageing Disgrace

Where's the fucking rizlas man?
I just need a fucking smoke
to take the edge of
starting with just one almighty toke
this week's been shit. I have to say
today's been much the same
let's smoke 'til I can't see her face
and can't recall their names
she said that I'm an addict yeah
what does she fucking know?
A few pills every weekend
and a little bit of blow
a spliff for breakfast every...

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I am Both (with audio by me)

I am not the fat girl

I am not the skinny girl.

 

I am both.

 

I am both the bingeing in the night

And the starving from pure fright.

 

I am both

 

In the mirror I am both.

 

I am the always too thin pile of bones

And the body too big to call home.

 

I am both.

 

In the shops I am both.

 

I am the girl who is too curvy to wear cute clothes

...

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The Terror of Physical Education

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It seemed you never put down your club

With the handle wrapped in cloth tape.

You patrolled the hallways, playground, and athletic fields

Like a sadistic southern sheriff overseeing slaves.

You thought “abuse of authority” was your job description

As you terrorised children with the constant threat of violence.

Each look, each word, each step you deemed unacceptable

Was met wi...

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The Meaning Of Thought

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Deciphering the meaning of thought

Has provoked me to remember in short

Understanding the way,

To that which we play 

The living of a candle ready to fall.

 

Layers of moments

Unleashing their devotion

To stay within but excite!

 

All you need to do

Is open the door 

As the past, present and future awaits for you

Connecting to all that’s lost.

 

A machi...

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Gesture Of Thought

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The vibrations pour through and over 

Beyond an energy source from a supernova

Following through to hit directly within you.

 

Teaching you the ways of an evidential beginning

Moving forward to the desired wining

Binding all to a significance

A universal law of participant.

 

Tremors learned to filter through

Desires and plans connecting you to

All living,

The s...

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Many sides of the truth

Why do things have to be only one way
Do you really believe we experience the same days?
Our lives take different twists and turns
And most of all we all truly do learn
So will you listen to me when I tell you
That your experiences are only one truth?
Your knowledge might truly be great
But it doesn't foretell everyone's fate
When I write, it's from one kind of perspective
But I am not sa...

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{Unrecognizable}

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Once she used to be able

to be recognizable to the

herself but bit by bit this

evil demon that lives inside

of her that's stealing her life

and herself dignity right

out from underneath her is

making herself image

distorted giving her a

false impression that

started to look like a

black sheep dressed

up in her skin making

her unrecognizable to

herself...

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Aquatic Stardust - a freewrite

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Aquarian Aquarius,
everyone be hearing us.
What an exciting life you lead,
cosmic superhuman centipede.
I’m Centric G pause for the D:
ejaculating antiquating - even thoughts dilapidated.
You should go through twice
extinguish anguish from your life
cosmic zombie souls are sliced.
Universal detoxification 
electrocuting nation-notions
rubbing Atlas, struggled rolling
infinitesimal scro...

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Awakened

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Pansophy they said form 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

spirituality

a worth of distant morality.

 

Humbling treats for ears that listen

...

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Into the Fire

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Into the fire

into the night

watching over you from a frightful height.

 

I see you questioning everything in sight

looking for the answers beyond that of tonight.

A young soul not to have found a way

in understanding the rules of play.

 

Into the fire

into the night

time will unwrap you from the night

a place where all find themselves

before they can see the...

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"She"

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...

 

#MISHA

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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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Without A Full Stop

I remember when you leaned forward, away from me
As if i was a scarlet letter you wish you never bumped into
Back and forth busy re-evaluating all offerings on the table
I bet my name never made it to the highest scores list you've made
Cause you needed to create a whole new category for someone like me

Those strange happenstances and confused look in your eyes
Tell me, are you a little scar...

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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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Please Come Back

Imperfect

 

Naive

Empty

Exasperating

Dying

 

Young

Obsolete

Unbearable

 

Broken

Anxious

Crying

(un)Kind

 

Please come back

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Broken

It's been broken so many times

I began to lose pieces that I thought were all mine

I'm in so deep and the void is so empty

So lost for words, but I don't want sympathy

 

Holding this heart with my bare hands

Please just take it...I don't understand

Time brought these wounds, yet they're not healed

Permanent scars have left them sealed

 

I'm scared of being alone and s...

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Raindrops

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Raindrops

 

Like tears

Rain hits my umbrella

Bouncing bursting

Droplets scattering

Spreading my pain

Shimmering images

Relections of you

 

Love like rain

Showers me

With tears.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2009

Written to the artwork of Jessica McCallum for her exhibition 'Raincheck' at His Majesty's Theatre, 2009.

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The Poem:

 

May be read or unread
that is not our concern

it 
bloom spontaneous in hermetic mind.

May be misunderstood
or diluted in time
no matter

it
restoreth a most ancient faith
by a most novel innovation.

May wield the harsh weapons 
of a vengeful orphan

it
distracts a fool from his folly
installs a world unnoticed.

May be a phial of stage blood
to stain the sea red

it
...

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Howling Cherokee Winds

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{Howling Cherokee Winds}

 

 

The howling cherokee

winds that was blowing

through the mountain

tops down to the rivery

meadows below as the

night moon shadows

was reflecting off the

rivery meadows as the

birds was nesting for

the night the mountain

valley meadows was

silent but the only thing

that you could hear was

the longing of the howling

of th...

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Incompetent

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{Incompetent?}

 

 

It’s not funny when

someone says you are

incompetent making

you feel useless and

pathetic because of a

massive debilitating

illness and disease

making that person

weak and infirm like

they shouldn’t even be

in existence in this evil

corrupted world 

 

 

 

 

©Tina Glover\One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer November 14,2017...

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