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Everyone Has Their Thoughts and Comments

Well now I've calmed and I'm not so flustered

I can begin to let live the emotions in me

All of them arguing unsure of their posture

All of them mad that they weren't stronger for me

And what can I offer but this list of grace

That I am where I want and in my place

In my eyes I've kept the mirrored hell

And now it's out and about and making well

So what do I have that means...

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Also by Collin Pulmano:

Weapons of War | Armor |

Lovers moon

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Looking up.
A sickle moon.
Lovers embrace.
The night could be theirs. 

Turning away.
A cheap perfume.
Senses dulled.
Makeup sliding. 

Only this night.
Desperate to find
Something more.
Not this twisted sight.

Burning desires
Tempered by morals.
Awaiting reward.
They have an accord...

Breathing slow.
Ankle chain lost.
Steam on the windows.
Stains on the carpets.


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Also by Robert holyland:

There will be Silence. | Nobody | Idle thoughts of the mad. | United States of Nowhere |

On the Narrow road

“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.”
― Basho


Open your heart to the misery

Of those who live without hope,

Learn to walk in another’s steps

To learn to extend your scope

Learn not to avert your gaze

When the world is set ablaze.

Give all that you have to give

And expect nothing and you will see

With the eyes of a child.


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Also by John E Marks:

Love will tear us apart, again | ElPintor | Lunecliff | The Alpha and Omega | Nothing more | Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985 | The solitary rose of our breath | Bandit country | A shadow behind the sun | Suttee |


That was the name we called the walls on ships

and in the storms they seemed to jump around

what with all the pounding of the heavy seas, but

eventually the tempests settled down, and the

walls of ships became the romping grounds for bugs.

For whatever reason in the maritime way of things the

bugs had user friendly names like Bombay Charlies

and they could scoot – if you caugh...

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Also by Philipos:


The ledge

Sitting on the point

of a careless ledge,

gripping on for

this brute of a life,

the savage ghosts

of lasting memories

grasping and prising

the hard goat headed past,

grinding on, a moral morass

hazard lights, rabbit blinded

glued to the bloody spot,

a murderous intention,

a voiceless host.

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Goodbye voice |

Winter and the future

The winter time - it may be cold and wet, 
But there are things which we should not forget. 
Do you enjoy trudging through the snow, 
Or rather stay inside with nowhere to go?

Of course we now have Christmas too, 
Which is a time to rejoice for me and you. 
And we prepare for the long dark nights, 
A new year begins with great delight.

And so it is now time to look ahead, 
Not with de...

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HopeSeasonsStuart VannerThe FutureWinter

At happiness headquarters

"Sadness has been busy
Innovating in its laboratory

Don’t be fooled by
Brand awareness 

We have to keep up
We’ve become complacent

Thinking that sadness
Stands still–it doesn’t 

Not even for a minute

We’re not polling well
With the under ninety-sevens

We need 
Some sort of lift"

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Vaults Of Wisdom


Old people have

what all young people want

time in front of a screen

there is plenty of time to watch TV

or play games

in a nursing home


other than the lobby

there is no place to go

they are prisoners of

their years

held captive by infirmity


but in those lobbies

is the wealth of generations

reams of experience

collected accomplishment


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Also by d.knape:

Stupid Old People | Waiting Room | IT | Solid Ground | IF THE TURKEY COULD TALK | My Enemy |


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her heart was so loving,

night was a delightful coming,

she was alive and curoius

pretending he was serious

she wanted him so much

was the truth of such,,,,


the same feeling rose again,

she blessed him until the end.

never will she forget,

how he touch her when they met

never in person or in the flesh,

but again and again, she felt his caress.


it must ...

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Also by coyote:

internet |

The Road not taken/By Robert Frost/Translation into Amharic By Alem Hailu G/Kristosየተተወው መንገድ


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that mor...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Hold fast to dreams/ሕልሞችህን ወድር (በላንግሰቶን ሁጌስ/ትርጉም ዓለም ኃይሉ) |



Is the clock working fine?

Since years it struck the same time

The needles don't seem to move

The pendulum goes to and fro

But hours are frozen within the tomb

The eyes are glued onto the ticking frame

The cuckoos seem asleep and forever swoon

I checked the little cuckoo house atop the clock

The birds seem awake and waiting to coo cuckoo

heart beats faster than the sleep...

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Also by Do.RoThy:

Missing you!! | Confused!! | The beginning!!! 💖 | I love you forever!!! | Heart-felt!! | Ready, get set, go!!! - The marathon!! | Breathe!!! | Shhhhh!!!!! | Life ain't a fairy tale for me!!!! | Ant DoRis | Crazy little heart!! | Pause!!! | O darling death!!! | Love you!! |

oddity of sex

Oddity of sex


The kitchen was cold

Switched on the gas making coffee

It warmed my midriff

And I thought of it, only briefly

Breakfast more important

Never thought I should think that

But there we are.

I knew of a woman who only wanted me

To look at her fanny and no touching.

I did but thought of other things

how many millions of stars are the in heaven?


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Also by jan oskar hansen:

the kiss | the land of dream | sunday an sermon | new truths | when in need | military service |

Doomy Gloomy

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Doomy Gloomy


Nothing doomy gloomy

'Bout this little one

Just a poet playing

Round with rhymy fun


Done with doomy gloomy

Given it the boot

Sun now shining round me

No more gloom-pollute


Shit! Gloom's back to haunt me

Covered up the sun

This ain't allowed to happen

Poem's not finished, done......


Don Matthews July 2019

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Also by Don Matthews:

Does No-one Know Where Rose Is ? | Brains to Practice On | The Lady of the GPS | Fluffer Round With Flowery Words | What is The Like-Minders Society ? | Learning Haiku – Important Point |


I'm just a simple mind

I apologize

It's just that I was angry inside

I'm not that kind of woman

To put up a front like that

I'm not that kind of woman

To go blazing around like that


I'm just a simple girl

In this messed up crazy world

I'm just a simple girl

In this messed up crazy world


With my hands in my pockets

I just can't look away

No, I just c...

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Also by Kimberly Ray:

With a drink in hand | Voice In My Ear |

love poetry

Beyond The Gone Crowd

Beyond The Gone Crowd


     There is a blind that cares for me,

A blind that rolls in the morn and then again, evening,

     The colour, no consequence, no form or

Importance as, when rolled either up, or down,

Colour changes shape and shine, shadow

Within the room where cherubs once sang, and laughed.


     Every morn the roll lifts itself a hope

Of life outside be...

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Also by ZTK Space:

Beyond The Gone Crowd | Above The Fluttering Butterfly |


Christmas game of cat & mouse

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Twas the night

Of Christmas eve

Cheshire cat

Begs mouse

To leave

Usually I'd have

To kill

But tis the season

Of good will

 Take your chance

Run Away

Hitch a ride

On Santa's sleigh

Let me lap up

His glass

Of gin

And frighten


With a drunken



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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

I-solation |

Christmas Poem

Poetic Highs

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The wings of Butterflies
and Human eyes, of these I get
Poetic highs

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Also by Shirley Smothers:

Candle |


A Christmas Cat

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Cool cat sat on the cold snow.

Coal black cat, Cheshire Cat grin,

Looking up to see within.

White flakes floating down, carpeting, covering all around.

Snow can cover such a multitude of sins.


Cool cat sat on the white mat,

Softly he began to hum a song.

He though of his lost love long gone

Over the seas to nonsense land.

There no snow but always winter,


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black catcheshire catchristmassnowwonderland

A Krampus Wish

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legends and fables tell us of yet another Father Christmas who unlike the one we all know to be good,kind and generous is instead pure evil and is called Krampus.

Devil shaped horns

raven black stare

menacing goat lord

strength of lion

threating heartless killer

screeches death wish


Satanic slaves obey

hunting chosen few

selected child sacrifices

stealing their s...

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Children beware


The only way to describe it, is like a hole in a pair of jeans,

At first you ignore it, but that hole starts to get bigger.

It gets so big that you have to decide what to do.

Sew it together, close the gap, but it doesn’t sit quite right after that.

Or patch it up; cover it with another fabric.


From the outside it is new and clean, but underneath that hole is still there.

A ...

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A party fit for a Prince

A party fit for a Prince

The taste is bitter sweet as my laughter turns to tears

We mocked and derided their misfortunes, didn’t give a care

In the hearth a fire was burning, warming all who drew near

Many gathered to drink a glass, of wine, spirits and of beer.


Food there was a plenty, many a dish and course

We scoffed till all were full, had expletive filled discourse.  


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Also by poemagraphic:

Mediocre poets | Crap | A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack |

Sold out to the devil

If It's LOVE

I wish you would come here, stay near me - lay.

Stare at the sky. Count the stars.

Feel the feeling of love sparking up the beatless hearts.

And view, Similar kind of imaginations

displaying over our unconscious minds. 


Instead of assuming, each of us are being alone

in a separate situation.

In the night, let’s get lost in each others arms.


I wouldn’t touch if it ...

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love. lust. romance. selfishness/

You left everything burning
But the love you couldn't cling to
So this is separation anxiety 
Pushing down your tongue

I was so sick I thought you could love
Locked myself back up in my room
For you could never see me again
So on this anniversary 

I found out firefly 
Your ways are so unkindly
My heart was the casualty to your escape

So fuck your attention they were only for greed

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Spinning a yarn

Sammy was a spider,webs he loved to spin,

Constantly trapping  insects to feed his kith and kin.

Sammy had eight eyes but no neck or head,

Those eyes spotted his prey and kept him well fed.


One day those eyes filled with desire and led to female flaunting,

The female was much bigger than him,mating was quite daunting.

The sexual encounter Sammy did satisfyingly complete,


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As we approach the Festive Season with its public communications beseeching us to part with our money, it's reported that this country has 168,000 registered charities -we're talking £77 billion here,- with £16 billion p.a. received from government out of taxed income.  I don't think Dickens would have got away with writing about

Ebenezer Scrooge like he did if his own age known such widespread...

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Date night 1

Swallowing the A-Bomb,

I crack myself open,

I resign myself to my fate,

A Kamikaze dinner date,

All to be incensed with feeling,

Nagasaki in my stomach,

Hiroshima in my loins,

My mind is Dresden,

Coventry, Rotterdam,

Utterly annihilated,

For these motions are making me weaker,

I’m ailing Roosevelt,

You’re the man of steel,

With my heart between a hammer and s...

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(With an enormous nod to Alex Glasgow's "Lovely Little Lucy")


Bumbling Boris Johnson is surrounded by his lies

That he cannot lie straight in bed should come as no surprise


Cos he’s a liar

He’s surrounded by his lies.


The Times sacked him for making up a quote with bogus words

And Brexit has been stuffed by those “French turds”.

 “We shouldn’t spaff good brass i...

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Also by John Coopey:


It’s another failed day on Northern Rail

Northern Powerhouse 

                        on its side,

                the 8:26 to Halifax

          crawls along the platform

         like it’s watching out for snails

             searching the rails for oblivion. 


The train’s pace is hardly a race 

                  but it’s only minutes late,

                  not cancelled like yesterday


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Northern PowerhouseNorthern Rail

In search of an identity......

All I see is a mist of darkness,
With nowhere to thread my feet in,
In World where there is absence of kindness,
I see a light of hope so thin.
I can’t go on; my body and my soul are giving in,
There’s no fire in belly to seek reasons for my quest,
With efforts and motivation of my kith and kin,
Now, I go along the path where the birds fly in the air so clean.
Then, I arrive at the gates o...

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#poem #poetry #emotions #deep #dark #moments

Christmas Cake

I grew up, admonished:

'Never take the Lord's name in vain.'

And I giggled, 'or vane or vein.'

I totally knew what was meant

But I was a smarty pants.

And I postulated, to myself, mind you,

'If it makes you feel better, it wasn't in vain, was it?'

I couldn't do anything with 'vein' or 'vane'.

Still can't.


So, I used 'Christmas Cake'!

An excellent splutter of agg...

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Winter Beach


The sea assaults

Of winter gales when

Towering spray sheets curl

Over the green-stripe tower

At the harbour mouth

And waves roll shoreward

Beside its jetty

Shingle crashing

Floating spume across the beach

With black stones cold shone by spray

That above the wave thrust

Hides the horizon behind its mist

As the sun shines low

On a December afternoon

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the wonky wheeled trolley

the wonky wheeled trolley

trails along the crooked path

in the upside down city

in the wishy washy world


small and tobasco red

insanity weathered

its wheels down to squares

(or maybe theyre diamonds)


the wonky wheeled trolley

stuck in the mud of life

cries out for help (any help)

but no one answers


because who would want to help

a wonky wheeled...

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Fan Girl

I snuggle up to your virtual feet, 

raring to read

your magical poetry,

that makes me purr, 

like a cat in heat. 

There is no need to wine or dine me.

Just string a poetic line,

I’ll be yours until the end of time. 






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Switching Internet Service Providers

You're under duress

with high levels of stress

when you change your ISP


And when you're off-line

you're just killing time

by watching daytime TV


Though in my own case

I'm loving The Chase

so it's not quite as bad as it seems

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Closing Doors

a thorn
must love
to be a thorn
for without a thorn
there would be no rose

a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose



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Also by Juneau:

Behind Me |


It's unthinkable you're sinkable

but hasn't it happened to us all?

In full sail with a  fair wind

an unexpected hazard suddenly emerges

and our security and peace of mind

are shattered into a thousand brittle spars.

The alarm bells sound brazenly, unceasingly.

If lucky we are lowered into a boat,

or, if judged not worth saving,

we snatch a lifejacket and jump, terrified,


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I fought

I fought so hard

Not to be with

A man like my father

Selfish and demanding

With cruel misunderstandings

Lots of silence and too many lies


I fought so hard 

Not to be like

A woman like my mother

Afraid of her abuser

Becoming his enabler

Staying quiet to keep the peace

Losing her idendity


I fought so hard 

To become

The woman I am today


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and pale
and frail
invitations lost
in the mail
last one
like stones
and sticks
heart on
lost sheep
without hope
voted most
to be least
ugly duckling
among geese
where are
they now
doesn't matter
felt homely
in the cradle

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POEMS2 by cindy lee loucks


motionless in a recliner by the window

wallpaper television unnoticed in the corner

staring back through the window at me

no sign of recognition


sudden sunlight on the garden

evokes no interest

in the sparkle of buttercups and daisies

or the shimmer of the pond


song-thrush lands in the lilac tree

branches bouncing in light breeze

spraying droplets that becom...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Hailstones |

the good old days?

let me make this very clear

Chris and I are not voyeurs

we just like watching vintage TV

especially if we catch  

The Price is Right with Brucie.


if a good looking young woman is picked

and bounces down to ‘Contestants’ Row’

we share knowing looks and hope she wins

and if she wins we zone in

on the host’s right hand

encircling her waist

and scope Forsyth’s thu...

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Jack In The Box

The number holds the value

The value is subject to the unit

The unit holds the meaning

The meaning is carried by the understanding

The understanding reveals the value upon the unit that is placed


 2 Bacon Burgers with cheese for 5 bucks

can't beat that

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Wish on a star

Look among the gems they sit shining like golden swirls of dreams

A song to belittle them a little star is more than it seems

They disappear in the day as the sun covers there beauty 

But fear not sweet stars your  moon will rise to unsheath you in hasty

The wishes you rest on May come from far but grand a few for they chose and prayed on only you

Tiny kids look up from window pain ...

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Also by Zoë:

Why is life better |


Hollow she is who gives the smile 

Hollow he is who fills a soul 


Hollow he is who cries in secret 

Never to let the world know what he is really thinking


Hollow she is who covers her face 

The beautiful make up 

Hides all that she distaste 


Hollow we are when trying to hide the pain 

Hollow is us, who choose to remain unnamed.

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#sad #pain #society

Perfect Strike

Men are six times more likely to be struck by lighting

Now odds, 700,000 to 1 is an important detail

It still makes me stop and think

That God just may be a female

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Dancing with the devil

When the devil offers to dance with you 

You should say always say never 

Cus the dance with the devil

Will last forever


After downing a bottle of henny

Sick thoughts I have many 

Puffing trees till my eyes bleed

Visions of the devil I see


He talks to me through this bottle tonight

Asking me to embrace his lessons and come

"Destroy yourself child of god" 

"Let the devil in and bec...

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My essay will be finished once the seventh seal breaks and the angles get their trumpets or whatever

Does silence disprove existence,
or does it just mean that someone's not interested.

Living our lives,
guided by the light,
and blinded by the sound that's not present.

Lives filled with love,
love for the waves,
bird songs pushed to the direction where the wind blows.
Even the grass is singing it's story of growth.

Hearing nothingness,
when you open your mouth,
the loud silence that yo...

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Dressed In Easy Colours


Move on past the Black Horse, take the steps 
reeling right and left up the green shoulder.
You're in the woods best called "the real world".
Magical of course. Moss-carpeted trees
hollowed to join anon their blown over brethren,
upon whose crazy crumbled limbs you ramble.

In fact this green land that dips and swells
is but sleeping giants and dragons
and God knows what.
Progress ac...

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Work In Progress

Friend to coked up belled......

This was written after meeting an old mate.....

It was fair to say we had changed.

This is basically what i listened to for five hours until I left.


Friend to coked up bellend

I’m a money man me I’m a money man

I’m a money man me I’m a money man

I’m a money man, money man,  man money man 

I’m a money man me I’m a money man


Second verse the same as the first and as...

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Walking With My Son

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I walk with my little son
He would follow me to the edges of the galaxy
Just to tell me his story of his love for reality.

He waits for my return
Then tells me he misses me
With a smile, a cuddle and kiss that reminds me he’s here in this world.

He gives me tasks to do
While playing in the evening
Then I read him a story
Way past bedtime.

We walk in the morning
While he points out...

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Let's talk . . .

Let's talk . . .

Let's talk about people.
All people.

The more people we open to,
the greater the love flows.

"Yeah but, I don't get anything back.
Maybe just mostly pain and suffering."

You plant a seed and get
a pomegranate tree.

The seed goes into the ground.
You may not get love back

the way you expect it to be.
The package reads apple seeds.

Love may not be felt or ...

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