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Thank You

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I didn't know how to live

Stuck in a continuous cycle

Being my own worst captive

The devil had a hold, i couldn't break free

The devil was in control

And that's when you decided to leave me

I sat and shot and shot some more

I didn't know what to do, didnt know how to stop 

Then i woke up and realized it wasn't a dream

I had lost the man who ever meant something to me


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Also by Stacy Eskin:

Let go | Lost |

Needless To Say

I’m disappointed to discover

I’m not your only friend in the world


I took the responsibility seriously 

And gave you my undivided attention 


during our speakerphone 

cleaning sessions


I’m trying to decide 

what would give me



at this point 


I’m leaning towards 

painful silences 


interweaved with barbed comments

and m...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Me(me) | get away from the mess | The art of flim | #2 | Your cheatin’ heart | It stinks | warning: poetry spam | bathroom pass |


I just met the most perfect girl
So I'm going to push her away
Before I can ruin her life
Please hate me at the end

The alcohol speaks louder than you
Scream at me and tell me I need help
I'm fine choking on the alcohol now

So dose this acid rain hurt? 
I'm acid tripping.

Please don't come around
If I'm on the ground
Cutting at the skin until it bleed
I know this isn't what I nee...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Depression | Everything | Miss Castle |

Dumb and dumber

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We used to chat

On a green screen

In the pre teens

On 3310

As it was 

Back then

SMS texting friends

Was the 

big trend

So relieved

To read

1 Message Received

During break

Used to

Play snake

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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Do it anyway | Astral Travelling | Horses For Courses | Blank Canvas | First Impressions | Calculations | Thinking | In short supply | Model Words | Be Yourself | A Taste Of Romance | Gaming Addiction | Birthday Flowers | Gloomy Monday | Halloween Hiring | Armchair Travels | Brexit psychosis | Let's do this thing ( what is it again?) | What will we talk about after Brexit? | Invincible |

communicationHistorymobile phones


The evening sun scorches the shade.

The trees, in their glade, are forced to choose;

Stand tall and brave - or turn to crave

the cool safety of the dusk.


Like soldiers from another age, they are proud and tall,

Defenders of nature with their all.

Their bark tells the story, of seasons full of change.


Frost. Ice. Mud. Heat. Few, then a lot... of peoples feet.



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Ki pressed again

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She touched

and upon the touching

smiled a wanton look


dressing your skin

she pressed against  your

skin in a gentle grip

her shaping my thoughts

and pressing tales

of soft request


tasted the very liquor

of her response;

of that same wet skin

while adorning its

naked candour.


Words and foto T Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Ki |

Oh Happy Days

Though they vow to be pure

   and refrain from temptations

The nuns of St Joan's

   know the sins of the flesh;

Their friendships with men

   are much more than flirtations

And that's why their nunnery

   has its own crèche.

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Also by branwell kent:

Another Daydream | Madam, My Card |


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(A re-post from some years ago and one which owes a debt to Dave Bradley who referenced something like this in a Discussion thread.  I have chopped it into little lines for the purists among you.  Personally, I see it as prose).


The Dream-Spinner held aloft his prize.

The vanquished fled from the yurt.

Cheku growled his disdain.


Three times Cheku had held aloft

The sacred ...

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Also by John Coopey:


Descartes' Stick

Entropically speaking,
it is just a matter of time.
So I plant a few daffodil bulbs
to muffle these nagging thoughts
with a promise of spring brilliance,
fresh beginnings, awakening, renewal,
life, joy and all that jazz.

But flesh corrupts
and bones diminish.
I know the soil beneath will shift
till overhead the rafters fail
and the loam roof collapses
onto where a hearth once glowed

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Also by Jonathan Humble:

Elegy For A Peevish Bee |

Ice Cream, Coffee, Culture and Katie

[A quick first draft - open to editing]


In the Shoe Tree vegan cafe

upstairs, Heaton Street, Newcastle.

Opposite me, not beautiful,

but oozing style and character

sat a striking woman, like me

enjoying a cappuccino.

I smiled at her soya moustache.

She took out a tissue, wiped clean,

smiled ‘thank you’ then pointed at mine.


I nodded my head, tapped my feet,


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Also by Rick:

Miller's Dale (after Adelstrop) | Five Walls at the Hatton with Kate (significantly revised) |

Party Time

A fiery clown has come down

Over forests, lanes and towns.

No trumpets blown, no drums rolled,

Out of the morning mists he strolled.


Yello! Yello! It's party-time!,

He smiled. His reds and golds he sprayed around.

And God's whole house was swathed with hues untold.

All about the orange glowed, crimson leaves displayed.


The ceiling now was light with blue.


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Silky Skies

Silky skies

and lazy days 

Of azure blue 

the beat of wings 

and the flutter of a dream, 

Take a breath 

and remember this moment 

To warm you in the coldest of days 

Return to this moment 

Again and again 

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The Barque of Us

Should the barque of us go adrift

Let us berth to the harbor of us, my dear

Though the times and tides may shift

the miles marked together-a bridge to pier.

And if you’re too weary to climb ashore

I myself shall come and meet you at sea-

-be an island for you…Be a buoy for me!

Thus now and always and forevermore.

And if the flax ties that bind us come undone and loose

I ...

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Also by Mae Foreman:

Player |


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Redemptive love.
Epic, gargantuan.... limitless.
To burn the pride from bones.
A purification of the soul within.
Love of the jealous kind.
Unfathomable, relentless...... 
Love that forgives, keeps no record of hurts or wrongdoing. 
Freely given to the sons of earth......

Selfless in conception to raise the seed of Adam.
Hung high, cut, bruised ......humiliated.
Crying out that it is d...

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Also by Robert holyland:

In a City. | Seventeen steps | Goodbyes. | Disease pleas |


Sick day


The gray clouds moved in

All colours fainted away

Everything now black and white, no just black


I can’t breathe can’t think

Somehow can still grasp

The true meaning of misery


I can’t smell can’t feel

Somehow can still sense

The wind of despair


A man’s cold

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Also by Jeannot:

Park bench contemplation | War and peace | Reaching out | Deconstruction | No replay | Simple song |

1 in 8 billion

A special somebody

To illume your days

And embellish your life

In a myriad of ways.


In a throng universal

Someone  chose YOU

To stand with, on summits

And in valleys too.


In times solitary

Never truly alone

For their heart synchronizes

The beat of your own.


With cosmic narcissism

Indeed, it is rare

To love and be loved:

What can compare?


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Also by Chrystel Roberts:

A Wilted Lily | Note to self | Stormy Weather | SCHADENFREUDE |


What rhymes with bucket

is my thought for the day,

no prizes i'm afraid

but don't go away,

There may be other challenges

who can say.

Until then,

fuck it, i've said it anyway.


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Also by ray pool:


Never helpless

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Each of us is born magician,

but we should know how to

use our magic wand-------- Sania Zakir


Never helpless

Sunday, October 20, 2019

6:34 AM


Never under-estimate human brings

they are committed to bring

the miracles on the earth

for all of us to know the secrets and take easy breath


Human beings were never helpless

but kept t...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

Wedded to non-violence | Joy of life | Seek My Shelter | Passage of time | Free passage | With innocence | Make no secret | Make no secret | Lot more to feel | I am the ... | With the illusion | Let us thank God | Love & deception | Hidden mother | Pink flower | Fame & Glory | Any religion here | Combination of three | My brave man | Let love flow | Fall out of democracy | Love may become | Deserted act | No fun | Receive when it comes | Our footprints | Honest approach | Cherish the memory | In the china world poetry festival | Nature is for us here | Poem-real thought | Sanctity of love | Real inspirator | Life is strength | Befitting an occasion | BEYOND THE VISION | Life in all ages | What else here ! | Never feel | Read between lines | Human brethren |


the war

The war


When war breaks out

Possible when Iran is attacked

By the USA for a light on its pride

Going back forty years,

When the USA embassy was invaded.

Every country will suffer in its shadow

There will be hunger

There will be a need

There will be deaths

Israel, in suicidal mood, has been in the forefront

For this war, that might possible destroy

Israel as...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

unwanted guests | consensus | what happened | waiting for surgery | the acceptance | aq tired day | sic transit gloria | FORTITUDE | I remember | when old sailors go | auttumnal reflection | the Obama precidency | ghosts |


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There's testosterone in the air tonight
My teenage son is spoiling for a fight
He relentlessly practices with his fists
Goading me and poking me, he never quits
In socks or trainers he measures up
The endless tale of the old dog and the young pup
With youth and vigour, optimism and cheek
He probes my guard telling me I'm fat and weak
And when we struggle and grip
When my back aches and my...

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Also by Peter Ridgway:

Stiletto | The beast | Hide | Communication |



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Finally it comes
In waves of pill wrecked anxiety
I try to see another path
An alterior motive
So we've tried to dig deep
But the water is draining from the lake
And the fire is burning on her surface

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Also by Patrick Kennon:

Acirema Tales | Sleeping in the rain |

Why Is He Posting So Early?

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Why Is He Posting So Early?

(Posted 3.19am)


Why is he posting so early?

It's not his usual slot

It seems his routine's out of kilter

Routine's gone, all shot


You're right my routine's out of kilter

Won't be home at 4

Out electric bluesing

Dancing round the floor


My interest in electric blues

I guess you didn't know?

Wailing guitar, bending notes


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Also by Don Matthews:

A Bold Red | Intention | I Miss My Corner Grocery Shop | Edna (Stavely Makepeace 1970) | Climate Activists – Don't Disrupt Us | Thalia and I | You Must Believe the Bible Son | Moonwalk Oops | Sitting Reading Paper (not another Brexit poem Don? Surely?) | Willy-Nilly : Words of Wisdom | Floccipaucinihilipilification | Climate Hysteria is Spreading – Helped Along by Eco-Messiah Greta Thunberg | Idle Chit Chat from a Walkabout Mind | Announcement to Parents by Chairman WOL Kiddie Kindergarten | Haiku – White Screen | Headachey Makey | The Poet and The Politician | Waymo, Skippy and Driverless Car Week | Explains My Person |

Spirit BackPack

Spirit BackPack

carry it heavy
carry it lifting

dead undecided alive

being and not
between knowing

neither here or there.
A dimension beyond

body mind spirit
illusions out loud.

carry it heavy
carry it lifting

You decide.


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Also by Fred Nicholson:

the Visitor | "Hey Woman" | Crunches | You hear me? | Some times | Treasure Hunt | Color Matters | make believe love |

This Chemical Romance

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We’ve a chemical romance, we’ve got chemistry

We have covalent bonds that attract you and me


Our shared electron pairs formed a lasting attraction

We’re drawn to each other, a combination reaction


Our chemical elements were destined to bind

My yin and your yang complete and defined


When I’m in your embrace its Oxytocin heaven

You’re sweeter than Carbon12, H...

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Also by John McDonough:

Love Me Tinder Love Me Do ... Looking For Love In The Modern Age |

Chemistrylovelove and romance


dedicated to the men and women of the Syrian Defence force, and the Kurdish YPG,  who, with the help of volunteers from around the world, defeated Daesh and are now seeking to defend the feminist and democratic Kurdistan from NATO-supported Fascist-Turkish genocidal murderers and rapists 


My parents were Christian, Serb,

I remember the icons in my mother’s house,

The smell of meat on...

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Also by John E Marks:

Mem û Zîn‎: brothers-in-arms | Fire fly | In the silence of the Kurds | Translating the rain | Season of mists | Yezedi - 2014-2019 | What have you done? | Slash and Burn - extinction rebellion | A grain of sand | David | Love in a police state | Whining poetry | Fossil sonnet | Tuesday 4th August 1914 | A turbulence of dalliance |

Devil Kisses

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Born of the devil’s kiss, an aching in her soul 

her skin not clear but exquisitely marked 

For the devil liked her very much – did he 

Showering her, blanketing her from head to toe with hot, desiring kisses 

The kiss of life, the kiss of death 

Leaving small, charcoal evidences behind wherever he touched 

Like tiny bruises that went deeper than they appeared 

for they looked...

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The domestic critique'

Your home grown words of babble are no match for this real, reality. They are but clawed, gnarled carvings of your immediate scrolled banality.
Metrical schemes, un-synchronised  with punk'ed, punctuation, frozen stanza's, deconstructed, into emotional  isolation. 
The means and themes  are a shackled, shackles show, a chaotic sentence of structured syllables, a critiqued wheeze,...

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Also by Philip Stevens:

The Jug | Staying in | Shouting ! |

i am nothing

i have a life, but im not living it

i feel like im passing right through it 

there is no excitment

no happiness

...no real happiness at least;

you know, like the kind of happiness that lasts for a few days, weeks, or even months

im lucky if i have a happy moment that lasts a few hours


it's never enough

i'm never enough.


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Also by yajaira:

stuck... | byeeee |


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Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL

Walked along Fog Lane,
Looked at the park,
Stopped in the Old Bull
And had a hark,
While eating lunch,
On how, at dark,
Many years before,
My father’s lark,
Was games of darts there -
I’d filled an arc.

(C) David Franks 2003 -

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My Flower

Flower – say do these blemishes you taint?
Do they betray the canker's cold caress
and blow the trumpet on your loveliness?
Does Mortality your petals paint?

Whose bite corrupts your heart – chaste as a saint -
what snake with loathsome lips could you aggress?
Have you been licked by fatal frostiness,
in whose embrace you soon might helpless faint?

Much I have wondered - but no - some ...

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Also by Chris Laverty:

Bird Of Destiny | Modern Bards | On Visiting North Devon In October |

my flower poem by chris laverty

Bus Stop Buddha


Is it a low-flying plane?
Permanently overhead.
When you live by the road
you accept your fate.
I've thought of ear-plugs: 
I could be happy as a monk.
Still my eyes would be harangued 
by objectionable sights.
I'd close my eyes happy as a prince,
but that means ear-plugs out
listening like a ninja for the bus. 
Damn that Hawker Harrier 
hovering overhead.


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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Crow and I | Make The Blues News | These Islanders | In The Mansions Of Memory | The Millionth Existentialist Pome | Yours Sincerely | A Poem |

Conversation in Shades of Blue

Do you believe in God?


   Possibly, but not probably.




   Clever point.  Pensively, certainly.


Is it pertinent to LIFE, a belief in God?


   Such questions!

   Well, I think it depends on your sense of LIFE.

   Perhaps 'GOD' in any version of period, place or peoples

   Is just human IDEA,

   Simultaneously so simple and so complex 


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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Portrait of the Moon | Where Do Birds Go When They Die? | An Irish Prayer (author unknown) |



morning litany

unheard - unread - unsung  


wakening to a world 

of devout hostility

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barrage | hues | crucible | sun and moon | incessant |

A darker shade of grey

I sit here and think without a blink

you fill my memories old

my stale tears, stained to grey

the once beautiful now in decay

Our garden in ruins

our bright red roses

petals dry







We have stopped the rain

my emerald green weep

another day

a darker shade of grey

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Also by Alta H Mabin (Ally):

Crashing waves |


Hard Saddle, Hard Life


it ain't no fun

sittin on a hard saddle

for 12 hours straight

pushin steers up the trail

chokin on their dust

and smelllin their back ends

till you end up smellin like them


i wisht for a bath

and a beautiful woman

to wash away tons of trail dirt

and sooth my achin bones


it's a hard life

this cattle trail business

not the romance it's played up ...

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Also by d.knape:

Unassisted Living | Mexico Moon | Homemade Cards | Blue Sky | The Commission For Less Education | Sad Returns | Encouragement | A Lighthearted Poem | Lettter To A Cousin | Dishplay | Sage Advice | Hate On Trial | Sent From Typewriter | Last Car | Intelligence Briefing | Big Toe | Cold Front |


Will Arlene and Nige

support compromise

to assist an orderly Brexit?


Will they come off their wing

and do the right thing

when nobody really expects it?


Or will Arlene and Nige

refuse to oblige

preferring to block up the exit?


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Also by Brian Maryon:

The Train Not Standing at Platform One..... | Out to Lunch | Death of a Drummer | I Love Her |

Self Discovery With What the Dolphins Lost - Reject Entry

Submitted these to a literary journal. 

They said meh 😭

But you know what they say 

If you don't succeed 

Fail,  fail again 😂


I'm so tired of being ashamed

It adds to my weariness

So I'm not what everyone said I would be

So I'm not what I said I would be

Failure is just a preference for something else

And right now 

I prefer to just be myself

I don't have g...

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Also by Collin Pulmano:

Everything Will Be Alright | October |

Failed Poetry

I ain't me!

I ain't me anymore

I'm but the memories old

What bits and pieces you left

I carry them all along the day

From my very soul a light reflects

The mirror image of you all along

I ain't me anymore

My emotions well spread all over

The looks i carry or the feelings i wear

The smile strewn in here

The tears rolling along the cheekbone

Like a long done makeup it stays ther...

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Also by Do.RoThY:

(untitled) | Goodbye!!!! | Thousand dreams!! | Day dreaming!! | Waiting still!!! | Wayward thoughts!! | Tears!! | Doctors' on call?? | 📻⌚⏳ | Either-OR!!!!!!!!! | My loving pain!! | Smiling and happy always!! | I ain't a poet!!!! | A tale of tide!!!! | I 💖 U | 😮💭💭💭 | I would!! |



I’m dirty and I don’t play clean

Nothing but trouble 

Don’t trust me

I told you before 

Nothing good comes from loving me

Didn’t you learn your lesson 

Don’t blame me


I am laughing now

You cry in your pillow 

You’ll lose every battle 

Oh yes I am the guilty one

Put it on me I don’t care arrest


Lock me away 

You know that you want me


I ...

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Also by Julia:

Mr Chaos |

The Betting Slip

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Racing past the post

one winner but many losers

wealthy bookmaker.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Nothing is what it seems | Halfway There |

no slip ups

First person, singular, London n. 1


means Abandon

No inibition

No frustration

No coalition

You wake up one day and without any sense

you're not sure if you love it or you're tense

Could be addiction

to the city's emission

if you're lucky, tuition

but oveall a sort of contrition

You want to be in that rollercoaster because it is actually a damn ride

but after that you won't be able to hide.


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Also by Polutropos:

First person, singular, New York | First person, singular, Agra, India | Severe nights |

#london #city #run #fast #speed

Slender Man

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In the season of rain and deepening night

Drowning shadows of summer

When roads veer to stranger destinations

Beware the hitcher

Round the bend


Standing crucified in our dying day

Rays ailing through his slender form

Thumb flicking like a dying worm

He patiently awaits us

Round the bend


Old time hat shades his hungry eyes

Bat-chewed coat of old October br...

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hitch hikeroctoberslender man

A wind blowing through a life

A disingenuous wild wind

that blows through

the withered and weathered

leaves of a life.

A life left puzzling over its roots,

and its new growth,

outstretched limbs bending in the

ever-present breeze,

bowing down to the mighty

twists of stormy blasts

gathering unseen and unheard

all around and about.

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Nude descending a staircase |


Anything Less Wouldn't Do

Family.....I built it all up for you,

Tore down the walls for you,

Opened my heart up for you,

Because when it came to you,

Anything less than the truth just wouldn't do.


Family..... I'll live my life for you,

Take on any strife for you,

Be a light in the night for you,

Because even in darkness it's true,

Anything less than my brightest hope just wouldn't do.



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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Bound (long form Haiku) | The Lionsheart | Start With An Apology | Mondays Demon | A Dark Seed | Hallows Harbinger | Broken |

To my muse

Hey you; my handsome button. I haven’t been on my poetry page in quite some time. Looking back at all my writings, i am reminded all of the pain I’ve endured and loops I’ve jumped across, or fell over, per se. Fuck- what a crazy 28 years of life I’ve lived. I’ve moved around some, and experienced some interesting things. Ive learned a lot...about a lot. I’ve felt a lot more than i ever fathomed. I...

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Also by Dana Lee:

Lights |

Honest house sale and maybe hope for a community.

I'm selling a house in disrepair,

So many faults,I do despair !

I despise the house the area is bad,

To sell it as it is I will be extremely glad.


No central heating,no hot running water,

Need a better school to send my daughter.

Due to dampness there is black mold everywhere.

We tried selling it before but got nowhere.


Its on an ex council estate,a bad one at tha...

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Also by hugh:

House purchase a risky step | A rubbish job for Boris | We love Manchester | World mental health day,10th October | Blackpool insemination plan | A hair raising question | One! Two! Three! Four ! | Domestic abuse | Skinny dipping | A tree branches out | The Smellyphant |

The Visit

and then there was the room 

and it was bare

and the bulb was bare that lit it 

and in the corner the man was bare 

his back was turned 

and he sat 

and he held his arms over his head 

crossed in front of his face 

and you could tell he had sat there 

for a while as you breathed

that scent of stillness 

that nothing had changed 

that time was empty 

like a ca...

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Also by Adam Rabinowitz:

Small Change | Fall |


A plunging neckline revealing pale white flesh,

A necklace. Two necklaces.

Heavy and delicate gold, glistening against skin, adorned with pretty jewels,

Pretty gems,

To attract, distract.

And that smile,

That delicious smirk,

Tasty enough to crave a sample of the flavour.


Cherry red lips,

Lipstick stains on pearly white teeth.

A sharp grin beneath lidded...

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Today was another wasted day

That wilted as it drew to a close.

Energy ran away to where happiness was hiding.

Productivity was taking a nap, hope was in the pub.


Dreaming of a clear day, of a clear mind.

Tears blur clarity and vision.

So I will sit back down, waiting for the gift.

The gift of a new day full of new opportunities.

Full of chances to make you proud.

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Also by Clara:

That's right baby | Jack in the Box | yellow |

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