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Time

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Also by A Peterson:

The Journey | Tips for turns | I saw you |

Time

Until

I liked you better

When I first met you

When you seemed to really like me

 

I liked you better

Before I really knew you

When I thought you were honest with me

 

I liked you better

When I thought you were true

Until you were unfaithful to me

 

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Also by Lynn 7m.:

Voicemail | I'm sorry | I don't understand. Do you? | Give me one good reason | Played | I gave. You never. |

The Gift

I look in the mirror, what do I see?
What on Earth happened to me?
I see two sad eyes without a life.
A flower now replaced with a knife.
I see a lonely man misunderstood.
I would change this man if I could.
Into my life, uninvited he came.
He kept my face and took my name.
There's an icy grip in his cold stare.
I would walk away, but I don't dare.
Possession his present, a hellish gift.
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Also by Mike Bartram:

Dreams |

A London view

Emotion recollected in tranquillity

never did quite do it for me:

I see the river Thames,

I see the people flow,

all kinds and conditions,

in rain and sun and snow.

Now, you might know

the Green man in Kingsbury,

which abhors the National Front,

or, you may wander in Kew Gardens,

or, you may sometimes have a punt.

Westminster traitors to the north of the river

B...

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Also by John E Marks:

Near water | Breath | Even the olives are bleeding | a lay for a lady | The blues | Man and Dog | Above the vaulted sky | A splash of yellow across a sometime sky | Unreported crime | A loving heart is truest wisdom | After reading the poetry of Rabindranath Tagore | Blue | An adamantine distress | Nothing more | Trilobite | Stutterer | Semiotics | Bullet points | AN ACT of TREASON | For Anna Akhmatova | The rising of the north | Vanishing point | Solstice Song | Morning Glory | ONLY CONNECT | OTTO'S LAMENT | The Twilight Realm | TIBET | Granddaughter | The Unwritten | Paralysis | In the sixties |

SPACED OUT

If I had the time and staying power

i would walk weightlessly through the

solar system to the moon and wave

to you from there – and I would say to

the guy who smiles a lot with ethereal

ways – there she goes – don’t you think

she’s rather sweet – treading along the

promenade of zen with her pale blue eyes.

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Also by Philipos:

(untitled) | WINDSOCKS | LETTERS FROM THE SURGERY | SLEEPING ROUGH | RISKING A CROPPER | SLOTTING IT IN | I SEE NO SHIPS | (untitled) | (untitled) | SEA LEGS | SEA LEGS | WANDERING THOUGHTS | THE ALLERTON OAK |

On Love

Love isn't as romantic as they paint it to be. 

It was not a magical premonition knowing who I'd marry someday. 

It was getting to know you and deciding that on my own terms. 

 

It was not blazing fire and passion.

It was a gentle touch,

An easy way of  coming into my life.

Like sunshine in the morning, 

slowly illuminating everything on its path. 

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Love

Longing For Belonging

Longing for belonging 
Scarce abundance of my defining hormone 
Grown within a culture of colour 
Now a tar pit of gazing strangers surrounds my lonely island 
A Peek behind my biological curtain will reveal ordinary bones 
Focused on flesh their telescopes conduct a mini alien investigation 
Liberation I foolishly stepped towards before colliding with the bars of this new cage 
Feeling aki...

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race

Empty Mirror.

Is sobriety killing my creativity?
Or is it better off this way?
It's hard to find some comfort in this
When all I know is pain

I couldn't go on much longer
With the way I was feeling inside
But who am I now that I'm sober?
Loss of identity will reside

Let me feel the lines of your hands
From your finger tips on down
I don't know how to fix me
But your skin is safe and sound

My addicti...

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Also by Nick:

Suicidal OCD. |

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TAKING A CHANCE ON LOVE

The shivering spine of sex

musters its forces

rises up before the naked king

with regalia:

hope security trust

all at stake on the roulette wheel of love,

 

shit or bust.

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Also by ray pool:

ANGER MISMANAGEMENT | SLEEP WALKING | STRANGER THAN FICTION | NEEDING MAYBE A TITLE IN LATIN | ON THE QE2 1977 | SMALL WORLD | ON HALLOWE'EN |

Noone else knows

Let's walk through the park

until the moon says it's dark

Let's dance through the flowers

for hours and hours and hours.

 

We'll laugh at all the funny things

never answer when the telephone rings

We'll cry when we see those things sad

and promise that we'll never be so bad

 

Together stroll along the beach

and feel completely out of reach

Playing with the sand ...

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

To believe in something | Parched | The Human Effect |

Praying Mantis

 

Oh Praying Mantis

with your odd knees

you scare bejeesus 

out of me

God made you up

I guess He's pleased

but for my sake

please take your leave.

 

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Also by d.knape:

You Left Before I Could Say Goodbye | I Caint Hear Too Good | Behold The Whale | Swishing Skirts | Leave Well Enough Alone | Fan Club | Attachment | Getting Ahead Of Yourself | Dear Valued Customer | Laughter 'Round The Table | Refrigerator Magnet | Through 7 Year Old Eyes | ANGER | Old As Rock | Every Post Has A Gull | Our Daily Bread | Deodorant | Do Not Die In The Fall | Widows | Bald Heads |

surgery

 The surgery

 

I’m waiting for a friend of mine

He is having heart surgery tomorrow

And it is lonely not having friends around

The day before a serious surgery

We’ll not talk about illnesses’ and other

Subject related to hospitals.

Not talking in hushed voices but about

The calm sea and seagulls: I know it is

One of my favourite subjects.

Talk about everything else...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

pride | roses are not blue | sadness | sea and people | one early morning | a rose poem | occupation | social housing | the demise | president Chirac | TV | the price to pay | an oddity | a dreaming joureny | the pace |

Every Tear the Skies Have Cried

Life chose to bless me with a little rain amongst the sunshine,

Chose to water my soul and allow it to grow,

I'll confess at the time I resented the pain that was made mine,

But I wouldn't change a thing now I know what I know,

Because it watered the garden at the very heart of me,

Irrigated and enriched that virgin newborn soil,

And the wild flora that spawned from its flow beca...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Hindsight | A Trail of Breadcrumbs | The Last Toast | The Oaken Pole | Aftermath | "Never Never." | Innocent Eyes |

SCAM BUILDER ALERT !!!

I've seen something on TV recently that filled me with alarm and I feel duty bound to alert fellow WOLers.

 I'm not sure whether it was an advert or docu-drama. It featured a builder and his small team going about their work in an almost unbelievable manner. First of all there were two women on the team...obviously an attempt to show their inclusivity credentials, but how realistic is it?

No...

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Also by Brian Maryon:

Rainman | The Queen's Empty Pockets | A CIVILIAN'S PERSPECTIVE | The End | Baaaastard !!!! | The Uxbridge Road |

The orchid in the starry night

The main part of the poem

Herculean welcome: Hallo. You huge, hilarious human! Have honorary heart of hyacinth with humming birds!

Herculean welcome: Hallo. Am I a gorgeous orchid without any sonorous oblivion and dreamy rumination about the Horologium?

Standing, waiting I see, hear, taste, touch feeling of this night outside from Pavel´s window sill near an ewer and three cacti so dear l...

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Also by PawelekMarkiewicz:

Poem about Prometheus | Three kinds of insects |

starry night

Bread and butter.

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Earning a crust.
Pulling plastic from dust.
Just a mountain of poo
Rather them than you?

Two small boys dressed in tatters.
A fourteen-hour stint is all that matters.
To earn a few pennies....
Keeping hope for their families.

Day after day.
Does it really have to be this way?
In a world of technology.
Don’t you find it rather extraordinary?

That the lifestyle so many enjoy.
Is s...

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Also by Robert holyland:

Dreams it seems. | Always waiting | One Hundred Years | No answers. | Shadow victim | Why write out loud? | Fields of Glory ( young hearts ) | Rotting Pumpkins | Dream invasion | The End without You. | All will be dust. | Deluge. | To forget me. |

Boomerang. It's all Wrong

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Boomerang. It's all Wrong

 

You know I'm a rhymer

From over the sea

Throwing my boomerang

In circles. You see

 

I hear you all thinking

Is he really real

Or taking the piss

If so, what's the deal?

 

Our boomerangs come

With sticker removed

Which said 'Made in China'

Then aborigine grooved

 

The grooves are then filled

With mock aborigine art

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Also by Don Matthews:

My Boy He Went To Kindy | I Like My Gloomy Doomy | Cafe | Amateur Poet Bert Applies For Entry to Like-Minders Society Theme Park | Greed Rules the World – I Guess | Checking Into Rehab | Nobody | What Fires Me Up To Write Poetry? | Running Out of Cotton Wool | Publish-Time | When You Get to My Age | Like-Minders Society Renewed Attempt to Heal Rift With Traditional Poets Association | Space Reversal | Listen Up There Rhyming Board | Good Question Poet Critic | Editor I Need Some Help Here | Poetry and Me | Once Upon a Time in the Land of Faraway Poetry Lived........ | OH&S Gone Mad | Anomoly of the Law |

Illuminated

From the center of our solar system
The sun casts light out to every corner of the universe.

We celebrate the light,
  and remark on its changes
In our calendars and almanacs
  as eclipses, equinoxes, and solstices
In our paintings and literature
  as epiphanies. 

To the sun credit is commonly given
for all life on earth,

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ELSIE ANN

Mummy's life shall never be Empty
Elsie her name meaning 'God of plenty
Next part her name in Honour of her Nan
God named this baby Elsie Ann
Written in silk diamonds and lace
Elsie means Godly and Ann it means grace
Heart warming daughter blessed be such mothers
Beautiful angel and her lovely big brothers
Little girl so precious and bright
Lives you will change as you spread your light .


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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

INTERVENTION DEVINE | About the boy |

ARE YOU HAPPY? A departing shot!

Are you happy now I'm dead?

And all the things you left unsaid

Are swirling around inside your head -

Shrapnel slicing through a brain

Leaving little chance to heal again,

And sees you in remorseless pain.

Are you happy now I'm dead?

But remember - I've just gone ahead

To where you''ll find the patient dead. 

Time takes its toll on all, you ejit,

Once met - soon vanis...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

TWO PRESIDENTS | GOODBYE TO MARINA AND PEARL | SPOT THE DIFFERENCE | CRIME PAYS | LIKE A TEAR | TAKE COURAGE |

Esoteric doctrines

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I watched as others posted

Poetry oh! So grand

Much better and much wiser

Stuff people could understand

 

Mines sometimes esoteric

For maybe, just one or two

About topics that are hidden

And mostly out of view

 

Esoteric doctrines

About occult and arcane stuff

Giving metaphysical indigestion

I dear say a few have had enough

 

Who would want to read

T...

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Also by poemagraphic:

Not a clue | Grenfell Tower | Let's begin | PTSD | 11/11 11:00 Memorial | Faking it | Heros Roll | The Goon Show ii | The way we were | Come On! HONK | White Knuckle Ride | Don't cross the line |

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Chasing the squirrel

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Kissed by Sun

The chosen one

Wonder fills her eyes

 

Chasing the squirrel 

With bushy black tail

Never out of her tries 

 

On way back

Tracing the track

Outstretched her palm

 

See mumma see

A squirrel baby

Tara rara rumpumpum

 

Open mouth 

Without a doubt

I saw the invisible thing 

 

A child’s play

My heart slay

High and low I sing

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Also by TROY:

Song of Death | Prayer |

p o r t r a i t

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I scour the canvas

and open tins

and unscrew tops

and play Brahms.

 

Dip and watch the colours argue.

This?

 

And then the thrill

at a stroke.

Maybe a blemish?

 

Vodka helps recall

the very image

of her mouth,

 

And I persue its loss

and perchance

her likeness emerges.

 

Tommy Carroll  words and image.

I agree with my sadness in w...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

The Pieces | loves passport check | r e f u g e | The Woman at My Table | Dragging the luggage | Advice to the Elderly on Bonfire Night |

The Man Who Made The Titanic

 

Captain: Tonight the crew party with the guests.
The man who made the Titanic is aboard
and we celebrate while we can.
Should we journey to a new world of grandeur,
times ahead can think with wonder
how they got where they are
and remember the man who made the Titanic.
How easy could a captain's sleep be 
skating over billowing black sheets,
and only the yellowing thousand watt moon
...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

wordswordswords | Hide | What Happens In Mid-Air | We Voted With Our Dancing Feet |

I live in luxury at Cuntgrope Lane

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I whisper the soft salutations of moonlight. 

Listening as talking. 

Have I witnessed the past or future in the present moment and did I even write this? 

She formulates a voice of whispers like erattic ocean waves sprawling drunkenly upon the shore.

An empty place hurts the forms that want to love it with hands that give as they receive./

/an empty place hurts with hands that like ...

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Also by Daniel King:

A work of progress. Title: Pending | Red Faced King Pegasus my Bridal my Pheeny. | Black eyed Robin of the midnight Walnut tree | THE WAR NEVER EXISTED LONG LIVE THE WAR |

Personal Struggle

There's a simple logic to seeing the worst  in others

It's like a happy-proof vest for a sad  person undercover

The bad we see in others is a reflection of how we feel

And that explains a lot of things a great deal

The same way a thief hates to be stolen from  and a liar hates to be deceived

Is the same way some persons fail  to see in others the good they can't see in themselves

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Happy Heaven Club

Up in heaven there is a club.

Full of people that I love.

I have named it “Happy” because you’ll see,

Everyone is as jolly as can be.

There are no illnesses or unhappy thoughts,

No broken bones or negative reports.

Just laughter and merriment all around,

If only we could see this from the ground.

I’d like to visit and see my friends,

Go to the place where sadness ends.

...

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Also by Ashleigh Davies:

My Horse |

WIZARD KILLER

Visions of the future,
Dreams of reality,
Our plane of existence,
Relies on duality,
The controllers of this world,
A separate ruling class,
I see through their bullshit,
The language of the looking glass,
Symbols and language,
Are the key to understanding,
The lies and deceptions,
And the trauma-based programming,
Rhetoric and satire,
The weapons of the wizard,
Words truly are magic...

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Ignorance

I am that pain you hide that fact that resides in the river of your thoughts

That sly feeling you get when you throw on that coat ready look in the mirror and smirk

The same embodiment when you look at that girl and she lifts up that skirt 

Or when you see that one guy who has been eyeing you ordering that same drink slipping his desire into it when you turn your head

Have you forgotte...

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Amidst & Beyond

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In the midst of a mist

Time to cease and desist

For to continue on would prove

Going forward is futile

But back would be imbecile

The wise choice is not to move

Wait the mist out

Then without doubt

The path will be plain to see

Clear as a vision

To make the decision

To follow that path

To be free

 

2019

 

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

Time |

Santa Clarita

“Sixteen seconds of terror; just another school shooting in America.”

 

the news report receives less airtime

than the duration of the shooting itself

 

//

 

peaceful, Sunday-morning sunrise 

filters through cracks in the blinds

of our patio window, bent fractals of light

illuminated across the terrors of this world 

I chose to bring you into, unfolding 

on the ...

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Also by Emilia Callahan:

Untitled (edge of sanity) |

KAMCHATKA TRAILS

KAMCHATKA TRAILS

 

Sometimes I dream of Siberia

and reindeer herds invading wilderness

invisible on paper maps or Google.

 

From nowhere a tiny village:

a post office, gas station, two hotels

an outdoor pool for masochists;

 

mountains wear a cloak of ice

the Moscow cook's on strike again

as executioner climate change

 

advances drunk with forest songs

...

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Also by john short:

THE SIN |

Berlin Irony

9th November 2019

 

1961

A wall of shame

cut through a city and a people

a bleak new division:

we and the world turned away

 

1989

A wall fell

remade a city, a people, a history

a bright new union:

we and the world rejoiced

 

2019

Now we fashion

our uniquely British wall

a tragedy of repeated history:

the world wonders, shrugs

 

2047

A...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Vita hominum flos est |

Berlin WallBrexitdividedivisionEUGBGreat Britainhistoryhome nationsKarl MarxUKunionUnited Kingdomunitywalls

Weddings and funerals

I went to a wedding the atmosphere was alive,

I look forward to mine I hope I survive.

I went to a funeral the atmosphere was dead,

Each person was sad ,each bowing a head.

 

Old people at weddings always poke me and say,"You're next !"

So I started to do the same things to them in a text.

Did'nt want them to know it was me,

Got my own back at the funerals, tee hee.

 

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Also by hugh:

Light fright | Tired of living in a tyre | Wife's jealousy eradicates future dog dominance | Death for the old but a future for the young | The frying pan test | Avoid building a Berlin wall between us and the homeless | The importance of teamwork | Sleeping rough in Westminster | Tom Sykes | The parliamentary "night shift,"left bereft ! |

Thoughts of a Confederate Pallbearer

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You outflanked me a thousand times

But I outlived you

General Sherman. 

And after all the meaningless debates on generalship

I find it far more noble

to be able to draw another breath. 

So I will dance a little jig

as I carry your coffin

straight

to your resting place. 

Confident

You won't outflank me this time.

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Also by Michael Triandafils:

Hazy Hazy Me | Everything is Funny | Proud of the Weight | Songs For Your Quarters |

Always Greener

I've only ever seen shadows,

Basked against the wall,

Like darts in a grey home.

 

That should send shivers down your spine,

Maybe not,

Though you should know that a saddled man can't ride.

 

In fact,

I find it interesting,

That god was the meaning of it all,

Before the beginning of time.

 

I wonder if time was just ours,

Mine,

Or something else.

 

...

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Also by Adrian Metcalf:

A strange feeling |

West South stain, passed daily

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I hope to meet you somewhere after all this
I'll make it up in quiet time, I promise
Gentle, quiet, time, from stream to sea, think of all the lives washed through
Into raging torrents we hurl ourselves, unaware of the tide
Slack water in my soul, everything gone flat
Cardboard houses filled with cats, calico comrades
Find a corner in the dark and stare
Light the lamps so the fish can find ...

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Also by Patrick Kennon:

Antifreeze | Ardea herodias | Sleeping among spiders | Bacteria culture | Umbilical | Slave of the flies |

The African Queen

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I am listening

very closely to you,

just as the Buddhists would

recommend,

keeping attention

on your voice, 

how it sounds,

and the content of your words,

trying my best to

ignore my thoughts

that keep rudely interrupting,

how your hair

pinned like that

resembles Katharine Hepburn

in The African Queen

which is based upon 

a 1935 book by

C.S. Fores...

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Also by Tom Harding:

The Wrestler | The Hard Problem | The Secret of his Success | Thoughts This Morning | Now | Late Night Movie | Bad Influences |

Back in the Middle Again

She’d always walk up and start talking
as if you were already in the middle
of a conversation. At first, I’d ask her
what the Hell she was talking about,
but I soon learned her explanations
were too long and circuitous to be of
any value. Best to just wait it out,
and eventually the picture would
come into focus. You’d suddenly
get it—like a Faulkner novel,
and then you’d start thinking ...

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Also by Randy Horton:

Paradoxical Epiphany | Ingress without Invitation | Where Authors Whine About The Poor Quality Of Their Readers |

faulknerfreudstream of consciousness

The Girl I Used To Be

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The girl I used to be

Now follows me

Wherever I go

Down the street

Into the store

Everywhere.

 

I can’t escape her

She judges me

Tortures me

With my own memories

My nightmares

Will I ever be free?

 

She doesn’t make a sound

But her presence is enough

The thoughts

The emotions

The broken

I can feel it all

 

Cascading off her figure

A...

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The Enemy Is

I once had a home
Filled with sentimental items
I boxed them all up
Took them to a warehouse
Where I was certain
They would be safe
Now I spend hours
Trying to redecorate
But the shelves and walls
Remain empty and blank
I can't seem to bring back
That quirky familiarity
That I never realized
Quite how much I truly loved

There is a hefty price to pay
For security. 

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Also by Juneau:

Time |

We Will All Get There in the End

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Turn left

proceed for three hundred yards

then turn right,

turn up the heat

straight ahead no turning back.

 

Arriving at

the cemetery

satellite navigation

robotic voice

states automatically

you have - - -

reached your

final destination.

 

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Signs that Light up the Star Lit Sky | When Evil Comes Calling |

Saying goodbye to the Rocket Man

bent stalks II (11/17/2019)

skin split and spilt 
original sin as the flowers wilt 
and innocence was just a season
lost to time 
molted and castaway on a raft 
with riffraff and 
single serving friends 
(those sweet summer children)

and what was I 
but to bear the bolts of anchorage
bereft of the warmer tides that came before: 
a rusting high water line, to be sure. 

bracing, of soul and spirit-pillars 
ben...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

bent stalks I (11/16/2019) |

bent poppies ruin everything

Cruel companion

Tuck me in O sky.
Blanket me with the weight
of your stars and moons and suns.
Peace was with me,
'til it wasn't.
Under your watch
she left and stood beside me,
an untrustworthy companion
who cruelly mocked
our separation.
Then,
no amount of gravity seemed enough
to keep me grounded.

These inner swirling thoughts,
ribbon-like
circle back to how it was,
how things are now,
how th...

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Also by Kate G:

Chloe | Watermark | United Nations | Grey mountain | Man's best friend |

Recovery

I feel a little more me today 

The crying spell has passed 

With each hour, ticking by softly, my lungs awaken

I breathe easier now

 

I enjoyed my morning coffee 

Sat by the steamy windows 

Watching the sunrise slowly emerge from behind the dewy grass 

 

Colour is returning to my cheeks 

Repairing some part of the fragile soul I was two days ago

 

I dream 

Ag...

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Also by Cait Abbott:

Soldiers In My Mind | Nurture | Silent Prayers; Delicately Heard |

anxietymental healthrecovery

Good Days

God bless the good days.
Days a smile is no stranger to your face. 
Days your favorite songs play, and you sing along. 
Days faith is restored in humanity. 
Days sunshine and fresh air makes life seem fair.
Days you feel the gentle touch of love. 

Good days will see you through tough days, 
down days,
diseased days,
bitter days that never seem to end, 
days you have no friends, 
days ...

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Also by Vautaw:

Touchstone | Cactus Kisses | My Secret Life | What is Poetry? | Breaking | Beautiful People |

faithlifelovemusicnaturerelationshipstime

TWO NATIONS

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I think I may have stumbled across a solution to the thorny issue of Brexit all by myself.  It came to me after a recent rash of political leaders broke out around Donny.

Apparently, when she was visiting Stainforth Jo Swinson told victims they should apply for EU Emergency Funding.

“We voted OUT!” she was told.

And you can see the problem.  It would be hypocrisy on a gargantuan scale for...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE LOVERS | LITTLE BASTARDS |

Pizza

It's not working

In Woking

Serving 

Deep fake pizza

Do they 

Deliver

Liver salts?

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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

When I remembered | Muse | Retrograde | Poements | Snow White Updated | Smile | Shadow Of Temptation |

News

Sick

Each day gets darker than the last few decades of days.

Each day's gloom makes me turn like in a grave 

And so does the thought of a moment in another day.

Each day brings me closer to a grave 

I can literally feel the drag.

A sick man lives on.

 

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Also by iraz:

Fear |

lifeman. strugglepain. disappointmentsick

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