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The African Queen

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I am listening

very closely to you,

just as the Buddhists would


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

Man and Dog

If all the days of all the years were made of wine and gold
They’d be present in the light of intelligence in this one dog’s eyes.
This friendship across species — a Buddhist mantra –
Rocks me like a good old boy, befriends me like the rain..
He’ll be with me when the gates fly open —  and the light pours in
Again, we seek out the depths, the shaman-spirits that will be:
Seen, glimpsingly, d...

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Also by John E Marks:

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 |

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



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


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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 |


The man in the mattress stood himself up

and became an incredible sight,

a rare example of fly tipping,

he mainly came out at night.


In spite of his strange appearance,

he seldom gave cause for concern,

for his simple belief in the life that he led

was a lesson in nothing to learn.

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Also by ray pool:


No Star Wars fought nor Jeddites come to call

it is Wisteria that i think upon as autumn falls and

how the ants and bees had held me in their thrall.

And as I curl up now beside the fire and place my

feet upon the ottoman – I scan the family pictures

and nostalgically recall those yester times and kids

when younger then, their liking for the nursery rhymes

who sitting in their...

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Also by Philipos:



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The raindrops fall upon me apologetically.

I prefer to write authors rather than books. 

The deafening frequency of my voice that I can't understand. 

The first serial killers of the old testament were tillers of the ground. 

Who created time? Isn't it getting a bit old now?

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O sleep dear!!

O dear sleep where have you disappeared 

I searched for you under the mattress and every where

Unable to locate you i thought of waiting by the gate

You just stumbled unknowingly across the street of my home

From there i got you back within the doors of my heavenly palace

Dusted you of the grit and grime you mistakenly wore on streets tonight

Will you speak to me and relate your ...

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Also by Do.RoThy:

Flight to freedom | Inspired words!! | Chewing gum effect!! | DIY - a task to start | What am i? | Melody of pain!! | Heartsoubody!! | Feeling!! | Bird in a broken open cage!! | I will and sure i will | Lost!!! | Pull yourself up!! | My struggles!! | At the eleventh hour!! | Khamoshi!! | The world of imaginations | Torn pages of the book!!!!!! |

roses are not blue

Roses are not blue


The world as one is a grey blanket of nothing

The same language the same culture (consumerism)

A haze foul of jollity and hollow laughter.

Lost minds save the elephant and waterholes


Life is self-indulgent rush into the arms of self

And movies of no consequence.


Roses are blue it is the only colour today

Oxalating hamburger, beans in tomato...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

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 |

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 

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

bent stalks I (11/16/2019) |

bent poppies ruin everything

One Hundred Years

One hundred years.
Enough time to think.
Thoughts stretched.
Love and loss.
Memories bittersweet. 
For only dear memory......
Visions of the bygone. 
Rusty gates.
Broken earth.
The field of dreams.
Harvests of faith.
Long summer nights.
Short winter days.
A bruising life.
Building character tall.

Love one’s lost.
Scattering ash.
Tales of adventure.
Of hidden treasure. 
An old ...

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Also by Robert holyland:

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. |

Behold The Whale


Pulled aboard

by rope and net

this creature from

the deepest depths

the killers wrong

to stop its song

behold the whale

before its gone



it is described

yet its gentleness

can't be denied

in grip of net

it sadly flails

pity its plight

behold the whale


As more and more

are killed or maimed

we question why

there is no b...

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Also by d.knape:

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 |


Getting away from poetry per se for a moment, here are some fascinating reminders of the links between

the murders of Presidents Lincoln and Kennedy as we approach the 56th anniversary of the latter's death.

Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846;  Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Lincoln was elected president in 1860; Kennedy was elected president in 1960.

Both wives lost chi...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:


My Horse

Let’s go for one more ride,

Somewhere far away.

A calm and peaceful ride,

On a beautiful summer day.


Those moments were my favourite,

Outside, just me and my horse.

We could be gone for a few hours,

Never lost, just on a different course.


You could sense my mood from a mile off,

Literally right across the field.

You would play up if I things were on my mind,


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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.
no amount of gravity seemed enough
to keep me grounded.

These inner swirling thoughts,
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 |


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 


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Also by Cait Abbott:

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

anxietymental healthrecovery


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Inspired by my frequent visits to Hillbillys Cafe where I drink coffee and chat with my Muse Thalia


I'm sitting in a cafe

Favourite drink in hand


Voices drift around

Quiet. Indecipherable


Lost in my own thoughts


Peripheral images interrupt thoughts


Then there's the soft music wafting round

One minute there – next minute gone



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Also by Don Matthews:

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 |

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 |



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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:



It's not working

In Woking


Deep fake pizza

Do they 


Liver salts?

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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

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



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

you and me

you are lost 

but i believe in you 

and i believe in you and me 

stay strong 

because i love you 

and you will too. 

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Also by marlie:

who are you now | missing her instead of me | too good | find yourself | you can heal me | haiku about you | the wait | come home | fuck you | above | roots | november 1st |

Tired of living in a tyre

Joe was a homless man living in a tyre,

I did a good deed, punctured it,his needs were dire.

I don't know what ispired me to do that,

But now he is living happily in a flat.

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Also by hugh:

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 ! |

We’re Evil

We kill people
Eat animals
Destroy planets
Yet remain comfortable 
Far away 
We’re just like 
Star Wars 
Or something 

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

60% | The cosmos grunts | Best Things | Geminis | my rationale |

Grenfell Tower

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Grenfell Tower

Something stinks about this sacrificial affair 

This burning stench, will not disappear

It was not just the tower, incinerated that day

Hundreds paying homage, to Ramadan, prayed


Many Muslims died, in that pyre of a fire

Some told exact numbers, best not to enquire

On their holiest month, as Muslims gathered

The worlds media lied, and co...

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Also by poemagraphic:

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 |

COVER-UPGrenfell TowerLossshame


It’s the way we danced together that I think I will always remember.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’d wake up tossing and turning after another dream where you pulled me in to dance with you under the night sky. I’d close my eyes and lay there for a while, and I would remember the moments I traced your face with my fingertips as I watch you peacefully sleep. Sometimes you would wake u...

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Catalonia 2015


Poverty sent you far from home

and the sin accompanies us always.

Today we're down from hill forests,

shedding leaves on hotel carpets.

I sense the energy of coming rain.


In narrow streets the heavens open,

we dive inside a tiny seafood place

and later, tapping to a disco beat

chill out with studded girls in leather,

all party mode ...

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First loves inspired my first writings

A collection of lovesick blues

Battles of insecurities

All poured out as quickly as it could


Then poetry and I took a break

The inspirations were out the door

And out of sight


Then all at once, it came back again

Art inspired art

Like a chain reaction

Like a flood gate opening

Like a tsunami wave of poetry

Then it...

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Also by Kimberly Ray:

Pilgrimage to the Motherland | I am a Tree | The Nearness of You | In Need of Relief | The Nagging |


What to say? What to do?

People are anguished and perplexed.

The sea and the waves roar.

Men's hearts are filled with fear,

Wondering what is coming next.


What to say? What to do?

What to do? What to say?


'We must unite', earnest faces announce.

'We must incite', troublemakers grin grim.

'We shall not be moved', grey haired hippies sing

Then sheepishly they rush to shop


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Also by afishamongmany:

The Peoples Song | Meadow Reflecting - A Villanelle by Road Runner 3 |

injusticejudgementthe end of the world

Them bells of matrimony

Wrote for some friends. 

Why do birds suddenly appear
Everytime you are near
It's possibly to tell the fact I love you, dear

When you said yes
I felt only bliss
As I inch in further
Just to steal that kiss

Cos you are me woman
Am your mate
And this is not up for debate
So best appreciate
We're in this together
Forever, to have and to hold
Sticking it out til we're grey and we a...

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chance meeting with a retro muse

it was a year or so since I saw Oonagh


there had been other muses

but she was, still is,

my non plus ultra.


she was the heart of many works with

a dozen names in a dozen guises

I often wondered if she realised

how much she figured in my writing.


I told Oonagh I loved her dearly,


‘I love you too, but brotherly.’


our only date?

a theatre nigh...

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Also by Rick:

interview .... | thoughts of  Saoirse | Poetry readings - approach with caution - they can turn deadly | christmas where a girlfriend worked |

The Pieces

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He:   I thought I touched you but softly

She:  Then I'm as bits falling

He:   You've left me counting the pieces

She:  Then pick me up

He:    But what then?

She:  Stop counting start mending.


words and foto T Carroll

re edit

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

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

To the woman in our lives

They are strange; they are not like us,

the can’t do stuff without a fuss.

We men, we just want to get it done

they will spice it up and have some fun.


Not sure why God decided to make,

them woman, the fairer of the two.

Perhaps we will never understand His take

but it is working well, that is true.


We men we don’t get it, nor will we ever understand,

what they...

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Also by Dewald:

Who am I | The Place in my Soul | It is that time of day... |

...A Soul Awaits...

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Why are you a parasol carnage of hearts?...Fire to hearth; wavering.

Why do you flicker so loudly?

Evey pronunciation proclaims vowels and blood, and elusive feats of things unanchored.


Can I tell you that within my sewer I hear ocean sounds?

Loud whispers. Evening portals…Long distances made short.

I take for granted what I feel from neighborly beasts.

Eating goldfish benea...

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Also by Mimi:

... I Feel Them... | ...Petunia... |



Gathered easily and wholly satisfying
     before the visionary looks about.

Decorous words hang
     upon the branch so
          the creative plunge inwards.

Look about now promising words  
     jangle on every twig in sight.
          All directions gleam the same.

Now the artist's work begins.
     That dread violation of silence.


There is a story that leads up to...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

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


Gina my cousin

She was the type who would never die

Had always been there,

All grown up when I was still a child.

Laughing, teasing, bringing me toys and sweeties,

Flirting with my daddy

Taking his arm as he walked her to the station.


She would burst in every Saturday

Her voice like sunflowers and daffodils,

Smelling like oranges and strawberries,

The way they do...

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Also by Hannah Collins:

The Forever Soldier |


Rain blurs the horizon, murky opacity

shrouding distance imperceptible, lash talons

curtain-thrash to heather hill across the harbour.


Gulls hacker-love and swopper-kosh the cliff face lash,

dip-flung round the headland, clinging to land’s safety,

seeming wary of the mist-drifting, smash-pounding sea.


Tides dance white horses rockwards, crash-battering

geological bru...

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Crooked Café

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I used to hate this part of town
After London
it felt like stepping back in time
as if all our momentum to the capital 
had been lost
these shops with their hand-painted signs
I didn’t recognise the names
they’re not triplicated on every high street

And now I sit
in the Crooked Café
the waitress always tries to remember my ‘usual’
but I love that she never quite gets it right
gives u...

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Also by Tom:

Born To Muse | Why Poems? |


In the Snow

Snow rests on my shoulder dripping

down my back

through my wet pants

and wet socks.

You know I could die like this. 

Hands forming a clenched mouth

I mistake my shaking arms for an animal

chipped teeth and burning skin. 

You know it could eat you like this. 

Black stars and black lights 

in a black park with a broken fountain

frozen Cupid caught mid piss.

You kn...

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Also by Alex J.J:

Space Heater | Magic Trick | Breakfast |

Alone again

I stay awake alone again

i hear the cars pass by my window

the stars to be my only friend

i relate to the lonely porch black widow

she spins her web in solitude , not a creature to be stirred

and I forever voice my pain , though there's no words left to be heard

i find my peace amongst the night

it holds me near and true

but when I stare amongst the stars

all I can think...

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Also by Aimee:

Change | If I wrote you a song | Grief | Drifting | Myself | Together in my thoughts | Falling In November | Ink On Paper | Ink On Paper |


Do you beg me mindful

as I behold your callous?


Should it be

that your lips become quaint

in shadow of your action?

Or will you remain encumbered

by the air and lie dormant?


Do not want nor follow.


The mammal consumed

by the engulfing rage

the creator has provided,

gleaming at the emissary.


Should you come to know thy will; 

have it polish...

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Also by Chaz Allen:

Image of A Ghost | Identity | I'm Sure | Hell | Growth | Gatekeeper | Future | Faith | Epitome |

Hazy Hazy Me

Which trail did you run down dreams?

Why did you leave me?

I forswore even the deepest memory of myself to chase you.

Now I am old and tired and I can't remeber what I forgot.

Hazy hazy me.

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Also by Michael Triandafils:

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

Edinburgh Late Afternoon

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Orange beacons lead the way

toward a fiery sky that glows like the last embers in a hearth.

The charcoal shadows of evening draw near

and I hurry home in my 'teddy bear' coat.

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Also by Jill Ashforth:

Bath Time |


I'm sorry

I'm sorry 
That I hung on
When you wanted to let go
It was all wrong
But I didn't want to know
That you'd only kept me around
Until something better showed
So, baby, if that's how you really feel
Then, I've nothing left to say to you


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Also by Lynn 7m.:

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

Time Drips

since I've retired
time drips

don't get me wrong
I love it
there's an ocean to enjoy

over the horizon
wouldn't mind

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Bermuda Islands' Visitor

I have no idea

How I happened to be on the cliffs

Of a North Shore park that day.

Perhaps a bolt from the busy shop

On my trusty moped

With a thermos of tea and a sandwich,

Needing rocks and waves for sanity.

Nobody else was there.

Sun and sea were mine.

When I chucked my waste into the bin

I glanced up.

Islanders look at the sky a lot.

There's so much of it!


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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

From My Window There Is A Tree | Denouement | MAKING LOVE |


A frame, a shadow, 

Of what it could of been, 

Cowering in the corner of a cage 

For others' amusement; 

The eyes and demeanour 

Of a broken bear. 

It pained me to see - 

So I penned these words.

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container of seeds
no place to reap
a radiator tucked behind
forgotten over time
they didn't see
the happening underneath
tensions rose
students on their toes
gloves off
weapons sought
no sticks or rocks
but a garden box
sudden pause
oohs and awes
couldn't believe their eyes
what a beautiful sight
brows unfurled
picking buds for girls
bouquets taken home

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