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Attachment

 

You should have been able

to open that attachment

 

but since you couldn't

I suggest you detach yourself

as I have

from all reality

 

or attach yourself to

someone unattached

you don't want to fool around

with someone already attached

 

I will attach another attachment

if you can't open this one

you have a problem

 

you will never know

wha...

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Also by d.knape:

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 |

The Place in my Soul

The Place in my Soul

 

It was like yesterday when I start to remember

When the face of a man, softly said-

Hey, little baby, it's Daddy here, you must wake up,

it is your first day in December

 

It was like yesterday when he picked me up from the tar

It is going to be ok, as he brushed the sand from my knee

Tomorrow the sore will be far

 

It was like yesterday whe...

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Also by Dewald:

It is that time of day... |

Heartsoubody!!

Once upon a time Everbody loved me

And i was happy to have everybody in my life

Then everybody soon started disappearing

And i was happy to have Somebody in my life

Somebody loved me a lot and cared for a lot

Then Somebody's mind got swayed and He left

Now Nobody loves me, He loves me a not lot but lots of not and nots of lot

When Everybody and Somebody went away

I was only...

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Also by Do.RoThy:

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Nobody

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Nobody

 

I can be annoying

I can be nice

It's all a slice/part

Of don matthews life

 

Why do you Don

Lower-case your name?

Maybe it's because

I'm not seeking fame

 

I'm little don Nobody

Like Emily Dickinson

Writing rhyme poems

As just simple don

 

Don, you're an enigma

You've just upper-cased

Yourself as a Nobody

And Don you've effaced

...

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Also by Don Matthews:

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 |

Myself

Thinking back to a time when I was so motivated 

Had nothing but time

Everything was over rated 

So cloudy my mind but now I’m seeing clear

So many things I feared but now I have no fear

& maybe that’s what scares you

The motivation I have for me

I’m taking the bull by the horns

Gonna be who I have the potential to be

You can stay 

Or you are free to go

But I need ...

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Also by Aimee:

Together in my thoughts | Falling In November | Ink On Paper | Ink On Paper |

Anhedonia

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Is emptiness a feeling?

Or is it the emotions

your smile is concealing?

Your head full of commotions.

 

What is it you believe in?

Universe – religion – self,

I can see it in your eyes –

it’s clear that you need some help!

 

They control you with your fears,

if only you could lull their

faint whispering in your ears.

Constant internal warfare.

 

They sa...

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Muse

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His muse walked invisibly

Beside him

As she always did

Sometimes she hid

But even then

He knew

She was there

Could feel 

Her presence

In the air

Heard her 

Gentle sighs

In the

Otherwise

Silence

She would

Reveal something

Soon

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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Retrograde | Poements | Snow White Updated | Smile | Shadow Of Temptation |

#writersblock

Blue

 

Forget me not blue

As an Alaskan blueberry

Endurance is a flower

A bulb in winter’s depth

A rare-repeated wonder:

A sin we must forget.

In this-world-of-my-creation

In this world-of-make-believe:

Cancer, the death of children,

Are falling autumn leaves.

 

I see a road before me

A  road I walk in vain

A road through Trawden, Lancashire

A road that’s no...

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Also by John E Marks:

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 |

At Christmas Time

Christmas is a time which we love and adore.

When we are happy, excited and so much more.

It is time when certain magic can all be believed,

When special gifts are both sent and received.

 

It is a time for families to all get together,

And be merry and joyful - whatever the weather.

It is time to put all quarrels aside,

To have fun and laughter with no need to hide.

 

...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Opinions | Shopping | Disco |

ChristmasStuart Vanner

missing her instead of me

you are not the girl i knew

yet i still love you. 

you chose a different path 

and you're not coming back. 

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Also by marlie:

too good | find yourself | you can heal me | haiku about you | the wait | come home | fuck you | above | roots | november 1st |

The Ocean Inside The Shell

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The salty sea spray sprinkles my skin,

like summer showers

That begin 

Then end 

Suddenly 

I stand in front of a crust forming at the edge of the beach

 

Splintered, softened wood 

Seaweed

Stones

Shiny when wet

Their colours

Like common jewels

Topaz, ruby, emerald, turquoise, coral pink, terracotta

All there for the picking

All at my feet

This Novemb...

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The Last Toast

Here's to all the loves I lost and the lovers I have gained,

here's to all the paths I've crossed and some on which I have remained,

Here's to all the hope I've tossed carelessly into the wishing well,

And here's to all the bawdy, roudy, tawdry tales I've lived to tell,

Here's to all the pretty maids that shared my well worn bed in youth,

Here's to all the wise old owls who taught m...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

The Oaken Pole | Aftermath | "Never Never." | Innocent Eyes |

I am a Tree

I am a tree
I stand tall
Nothing bothers me

I am a tree
I sway back and forth
The breeze gently moves me

I am a tree
I provide shade
Gather around under me

I am a tree
I provide clean air
Breathe me in and your lungs will be free

I am a tree
I am your summer escape
Your tire swing swings below me

I am a tree
I am your resting spot
After a long working day

I am a tree
...

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Also by Kimberly Ray:

The Nearness of You | In Need of Relief | The Nagging |

nature poetry

To believe in something

I want to believe in something

but I have found everything wanting,

it drains my body

and weighs heavily on my mind.

Hard roads, travelling on

a tarmac of vicious blood

seeping out my blistered feet,

and my tortured muscles

holding me back,

but dragging me on.

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Parched | The Human Effect |

believe

Sonnet for Tunnel 29

Days may collect black teardrops in a can,

rendering the night to twitch, turn and crawl.

Rivulets can drown the dreams of a man, 

from taking chances, to plunder his all.

 

I’m told streams wind themselves to a river,

that David Bowie came here to get clean.

To converge is the current of the giver,

to stagnate, the language of the mean. 

 

‘No Mans Land’ is a field w...

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Also by Ralph Dartford:

Considering Lucy |

thoughts of  Saoirse

I have no words

to express the happiness

you brought to me

 

in quiet moments

in a wooded glade

dappled by sunlight

threading oaky leaves

remembering, remembering,

those pleasant days

we thought could never end

 

but ended anyway

 

a cluster of butterflies

stitching the air

pauses its tapestry,

motionless, freezing

an endless instant

 

th...

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Also by Rick:

Poetry readings - approach with caution - they can turn deadly | christmas where a girlfriend worked |

a rose poem

A rose poem

A walking cobbler came to Yasmin valley

That had a small brook with swimming ducks

Even though since everyone wore clogs

He decided to settle down in this pleasant vale

 

The cobbler was educated in Frankfurt and

As we know the Germans are astute workers.

 

Recuperating after hitting his knee on a boulder

On a bed of Yasmin, he reclined and fed by maidens

...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

occupation | social housing | the demise | president Chirac | TV | the price to pay | an oddity | a dreaming joureny | the pace |

Rainman

Ronnie detests getting wet

so he doesn't go out in the rain

He's afraid there's a chance he'll dissolve

and trickle away down the drain

 

So he hunkers down in his house

guaranteed to stay warm and dry

and won't put one foot outside

if he spots just one cloud in the sky

 

But unable to use his car

whilst awaiting a fanbelt today

he ventured out in the rain

an...

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Also by Brian Maryon:

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

Death for the old but a future for the young

The sun is setting in the aged's sky,

Not long to go before they die.

The sun is rising for the young as they plan ahead,

Full of opportunities and surprises,ambition led.

 

The hearses are waiting to pick the old up,

Wondering when they'll drink their  last cup.

Plenty of drinks for the young to swallow,

Large queues at the banks for them to borrow.

 

The money is th...

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Also by hugh:

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 ! |

Everything is Funny

I had a beat-up Ford

That wouldn't go in reverse.

I lent it to my girlfriend

Who drove away........ 

and never came back.

Now I drink to lessons learned

And pray tomorrow's sunny.

And I hope your taking notes boy,

Because everything is funny.

 

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Also by Michael Triandafils:

Proud of the Weight | Songs For Your Quarters |

I am hope.

what used to hurt me

still does

what used to scare me

still does

what used to make me curl up on the floor

shaking to my very core

still does

 

I am constantly afraid that one day

I will come face to face with my mistakes

a tableau of painful regrets and aches

the times I said I couldn’t when I could

the times I said I wouldn’t when I would

 

the past stil...

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Also by Lily Petkova:

the things you left |

desirefuturegrowthhappinesshopeself loveSelf-beliefSelf-discoverySelf-doubtstrength

loves passport check

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Now I shall unpack

From the attic of my mind

Pull it out into the light

From the place it's

been consigned;

 

Past their care less checkpoints

 

ignore the watching queue

shrug my shoulders and my wants

check the time

and walk on through.

 

Words and images Tommy Carroll

 

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

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

Nurture

There is a pit inside of me 

A deep, dark abyss where the negative thoughts grow 

“I will fail” 

“I cannot do this”

 

That is why 

When I look at you, there is pain behind my eyes

Bleeding onto my cheeks 

Staining all that surrounds me 

 

This bubble of safety 

Does not always contain it 

 

This is what high functioning looks like 

From afar, it is well co...

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Also by Cait Abbott:

Silent Prayers; Delicately Heard |

Anxietychangegrowthmental health

SPOT THE DIFFERENCE

There's one glaring all-important difference between Nigel Farage and Boris Johnson as the election

campaign gets under way..

The former is using his Party to protect and preserve Brexit whereas the latter is using Brexit to protect

and preserve his Party.

Those familair with the actions of a previous Tory prime minister who is often to be heard spouting pro-EU

stuff might call it a...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

CRIME PAYS | LIKE A TEAR | TAKE COURAGE |

SLOTTING IT IN

It was those dreamy old songs on the Juke box

i remembered most – those flashbacks to the

past in smoke filled saloons – full of the South

London Docker types – hard drinkers who had

to stay out, what with a house full of kids and

bedtime not yet approached, and several pints

away before the missus  let the old man home

to the dodgy stew dying in the pan – poor guy

caught b...

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Also by Philipos:

I SEE NO SHIPS | (untitled) | (untitled) | SEA LEGS | SEA LEGS | WANDERING THOUGHTS | THE ALLERTON OAK |

no more.

a child in your arms.
ice cream on a stick.
a class of students.
with a lover in bed.
church bells and rice.
a child in my arms.
a rocker on the porch.
a cloud of memories.

no more.

f

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Also by Fred Nicholson:

In the super market | the A, B, C's skip a beat.* | Seeing all too clearly. |

The Hard Problem

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Nobody knows what it is to be alive

or at least there is no description 

to satisfy all parties, as to when

the lights are on and why we’re 

any more conscious

than this rubber plant, say,

or for that matter this table

or bent wood chair.

 

They call this the hard problem,

the one the best academics

can’t plough their heads through,

that leaves us with only best...

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Also by Tom Harding:

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

Alignment

In gilted gold halls

Between wealth wrought walls

Came the last of the self-pronounced worthy

Their dresses and suits 

Swayed to silver flutes

Music divine and unearthly

And the satirists would depict

Just how all were tricked

And subjugated without mercy

 

Each position maintained 

And anger reigned

In a rife and rapacious rancour

Each being to steeped to se...

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Also by Joshua Van-Cook:

The causality casualty | River amidst a forest fire | Polarity | Limerick | Sidelined Life |

PTSD

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iCTy-kX0Fk

 

 

PTSD

Hello darkness my old friend, once again I must pretend

On my face a smile so wide, hides the pain within I hide

A very sunny disposition, eludes, evades, my true condition

                                Within the sounds of silence

Painted smile upon my face, the truth wills out, when erased

Standing naked within the...

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Also by poemagraphic:

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 |

PTSD

Shadow victim

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Such ignorance.
In the eyes of the unwary.
Of all that is to come.
Happily singing, in a world of their own.
Late is this hour.
The lonely walk home......
Hatred is rising not far away.

Terror flirting with shadows.
Malevolence prowling.
The scent of flesh is relived.
Tonight, seems right.
Under a bridge an entity awakens.
While....
Stilettos chip away at lose tarmac.
A rhythmic sy...

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Also by Robert holyland:

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. |

Vita hominum flos est

 

Inscribed on Emanuel Sweert's painting 'Florilegium': Man's life is a flower.

Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; 
like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.

Book of Job 14:2

 

While I watched, her blossom

faded from the field

left no shadow

 

Now all life expects in this eleventh hour

we should revere lost heroes with a flower

 

But I shall not ad...

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The Place of Dreams?

As I am dreaming of spirit or demon

Driving me on to confusion of mind

Vivid then hazy my eyelids feel lazy

Limbs feeling heavy and fingers entwined 

Floating, show boating because I can fly

Let’s drink as I sink in this place in my sky

 

I go there, I cry there, not die there, not yet

Tossing and turning, mind churning a lie?

A place that seems tranquil, eerie and dry

...

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Also by Fred 'Rick' Varden:

The Druid |

Antifreeze

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Goodbye dreams, you have left me for the last time
Phantoms in the boxcars of my mind, screeching down track
This first taste of cold is biting at my back, and I can't run fast enough

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Also by Patrick Kennon:

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

What am I to do? 

Anything at all? 

Is it any of my business? 

I've been gone so long. 

But I see it dying. 

I can't just let it die. 

But if it's what all others want

Then who am I to try? 

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Silent sounds of quiet quirky quiffs

Spent my destiny trying to find someone like you,
went through a decade worth of decaying decoys,
oing downhill with the destroyed disguise.

Spent my love on hoarding hordes of hatred,
yet just like heather hills you're calming for my mind.

And I, need to get away,
so why, keep on lying to my face. 

So this house was built by ordinary men and women,
powering through hustles while we sip on...

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November Collage poem: Grim but Good

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From spaceships of harmony

Into the fires of Hell

Mouldy undertaking no more

 

A trodden mind, angry in the Nut Bar

I need more than seven words, please

 

Neil Young – grim and grizzled –

Summoned by starship –

Says he can’t go because of his terrible I.B.S.

 

Drinking tears to dry up the well, pointless

Advertising tissues then.

 

She wasn’t always fifty ...

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The Bittern

The bittern booms - 

in desolation 

Accent of wind - 

cuts through the reed

The flatland listens - 

to isolation 

In solo passage - 

upon the wind

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

Late Halloween poem |

The cosmos grunts

You enjoy highlighting
Your reproductive qualities

As if there was a shortage
Of people in the world

You project an image of 
Cool confidence in plastic

Your mantra is “No drama” 
As if the world wasn’t spinning

A thousand miles per hour 
On its axis

And I want it
Although it’s bad for me

Rotating at 67000 
miles per hour around a star 

I think I’m in love
But I don’t ...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Best Things | Geminis | my rationale |

Paradoxical Epiphany

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A lakeside photo was intentionally
displayed upside down,
and it took forever for
me to come to terms
with my feeling of
unreality.

The muted reflection
established my Truth
of the world at that
moment, while I
struggled to accept
the clear and sharp
presentation of
existence upside down.

I thought of the paradox,
momentarily,
and suddenly realized
what Plato must have meant.

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Also by Randy Horton:

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

divided linePlatoreflections

A strange feeling

I sit in shallow waters,

By the end of this bend,

Knees pointed toward the open sky.

 

I peer into everland,

Little bit more to wonder,

God I wish the rain would come.

 

It's a cold night,

Within this great december,

And I wash my clothes in the river bay.

 

Ventriloquist,

Deadly mother,

I sleep in a position that's comfortable.

 

Frequent in the sha...

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NEEDING MAYBE A TITLE IN LATIN

But once a year

out of obscurity glory flares

in decisive moments every year

far from where bullets tore at the fabric

flags are hoisted high

to a grave whisper of tattered dreams.

 

No questions asked of why,

better to do and die.

Then the fabric is once more re-stitched

at small shrines again

tributes dusted down, candles lit

trying to make some sense of it,

...

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Also by ray pool:

ON THE QE2 1977 | SMALL WORLD | ON HALLOWE'EN |

They

When I built my road
I had all the help in the world
But it was up to me to lay the bricks
And it was that part, that sticks.
I'd pick a stone up in my hand to lay it,
Felt like all I did was betray
Myself and my own destiny,
I'd lay it where They told me.
Then one day I guess I had some sort of grand epiphany
The bricks laid down so gently when I focused on me
And a path began to form,
...

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Also by Josie Harris:

Letter to the Guys That Try To Date Me | Corporation Screw You | Victim |

breaking point

there was a time

when there was time

for now I'm distant

covered with grime

 

even without feelings

my heart speaks in mimes

shifting to reason

chanting with rhymes

 

hoping to reach me

trying to climb

a thousand years slime

I crafted around me

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World War

Remember remember,

the eleventh of November.

Where all the soldiers had a hard fall

and poppies stood tall.

Sacrifices were made

and soldiers began to fade.

Families were all unhappy,

whilst they cried tearfully.

Remember remember,

the eleventh of November.

 

 

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Also by RYLIE ROBIN:

I See The Nature |

World War

Chloe

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Whenever you stayed in that hotel you used to text me pictures of Chloe.
The painting had pride of place in the bar - a naked nymph in all her glory,
chestnut hair piled in a soft bun on her head,
pale skin pearlescent and radiant under the glow of lights.
She was an enigma. A temptation. A contradiction.
Vulnerable yet self assured. 
The pics you sent didn't do her justice.
Still, she was ...

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Also by Kate G:

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

The carriage in the forest

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After three days of arguing the armistice was signed

in the French general’s private train

at a siding in the forest of Compiegne.

The Kaiser left for exile in Holland.

The military, unwilling to admit defeat,

still surrendered guns and planes.

 

No one told the people how bad things were.

A German corporal, recovering

after being gassed the month before,

a misfit who...

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Felt Feel

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Felt Feel

I feel the King of my world

Alone as on a glacier

With only Nature as my friend

The rest of them ignore me

For this is what they do

When one is different

And a King all powerful

It’s fine though I ignore them

 

 

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Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:

Ongoing Situations | Cannot Be | Giraffe Extinction | Our Vets |

freenatureoutdoors

There's a town

There’s a town

Where there is a street

Where are all the cobbles polished

By the rain

Solid and set for good

Each and every house one after another joined at the hip

Slates cut perfectly aligned

Where the rain falls

In steady showers

Off rooves down pipes

From cast iron

Black as night gutters

And doors shuttered but never locked

Red steps meticulously cleaned

...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Born into this suit |

Sisyphus

Far too clever for his own good

Deceitful and quite crafty

He got up to stuff that no king should

In fact, he got plain nasty

 

Killing folk and cheating death

Is not proper or obedient 

Thus when it came to his last breath

Zeus couldn’t be less lenient

 

Forced to push a boulder up a hill

But never reach the top

Could make a chap feel queasy-ill

If not allow...

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Also by David Lindsay:

The Other Side |

Greek mythSisyphus

Common Sense

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Mr Reel-Fogg came home exhausted after a hard day of talking. Those green leather benches were so confoundedly uncomfortable and one could never recline in peace.

After a brief attempt to assist Mrs. Reel-Fogg to achieve her ambition of having twelve children he fell into a deep sleep.

Around one thirty in the morning there was a confounded noise outside. He sent Mrs. Reel-Fogg to investigat...

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