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Flute

sitting quietly, intent, 

listening for the late evening’s breeze-song,

 

it sighs and I’m minded to think

of a japanese girl, whose beautiful lips

rest gently on the mouthpiece

of an ancient wooden flute,

 

a breathy resonance, 

strokes my throat as I swallow in 

a taste of an approaching shower,

 

when rain finally crashes through

the final apple blossom fl...

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Speaking in Tongues

 

They said   

too clever for your own good.

 

I heard

that it was not for me,

like olives and halloumi

 

and

must you question everything?

Unintended irony.

 

They own

the land and property.

 

I face

reduced mortality.

 

The politics of envy

is for the likes of me.

 

The politics of greed

are what I clearly see.

 

I learned

...

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Also by Laura Taylor:

To Winter | Helicoid | Divine Sight | The Ties That Bind | Immaterial | Proclivitas | Scopaesthesia | Atlas | Cycle Haiku | Triptych | Buzzword Bingo | The Gift | Sustenance Rap | Song Sung Blue | Incomplete | Once Upon a Time | Call and Response | Recipe for Change |

Napowrimo 2019

Flock #70: under the sky

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he could not sing

nor
was he
a dancer

but to show his heart

he took her
out
on a sunny day

to stand
beneath the sky

a handful of paper
mere confetti
he threw

to tumble
and turn

twist

in the sun

under
the sky

~

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Also by Frank Prem:

Flock #57: the sky won’t tell |

#flock#Lovepoem#Pigeons

Doors

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And all the doors looked all the same again

He stopped at number one to sneak a look

Here he heard the clearing of ash and soot

 

And all the doors looked all the same, again

He stopped, at number four he stood once more

To inhale the smell of bleach on tiled floor

 

And, all the doors looked all the same, again

He stopped at number nine, to check the time

The cuckoo ...

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Also by Graham Parker and his musings:

Most Maligned | Quote Unquote | Bears | But for you | Fleeting persistence | House | Watering Can | Borders | Walk on part | Tribute | Born in the shadow of a mountain | Black Confetti | Caledonian Secrets |

Childhood memoriesNapowrimo 2019

Writing on my part

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Friday, April 26, 2019

6:50 AM

Writing on my part

Friday,26th April 2019

 

I have a serious thought

and always fought

with the laziness on my part

why should I not be the associated part

 

"to transform the thoughts" into the reality

it is really blessings from an almighty

who can effectively and sentimentally do it?

and make the literature lamp to lit

 

...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

A FLORAL TRIBUTE | A human feeling | A human feeling | Off the guard | No demand in love | Fulfillment theory | Show to none | I want to marry | Tolerant economy | A slur on humanity | A slur on humanity | Curse on us | Life is fight | Heavenly touch | Smile is style | Freedom exists | With the destiny | In the time of | A man without | Love's spell | With a resolve | The honest approach | Ultimate end | Bring in secret | Life, like flower | At midnight fear | Can't bear | I feel sorry | Love -only weapon | Slavery-a sacred bond | Towards humanity | No betryal | Even if I am denied | The blood color | Make him flee | Win her heart | World has moved | You are crazy | At the disposal | Hellish experience | Love and depth | Keep mind clear | Great poetess in inaction | In tears and | Let no one think | I ponder | At great distance | No room for | Sorry feelings | Life not barren | Find poetess here | Life is less | Decent death | beauty of life | Someone comes closer | Peace undergrond | Trespass once | You have set | Poets are dead and not poetry | Rise like sun | True sentiments | Fool's day | I feel your name | Real poet and magician |

Jadia4708au

WHEN NEEDS MUST 1945

RATA-TAT-TAT

on the door,

louder than before,

we run to safety.

I get there first

she follows me,

shivering,

quivering,

behind the settee,

like mice.

 

RATA-TAT-TAT,

who can it be?

a Stranger,

the man for the rent

or maybe the man

from the Provident.

We must stay still,

I cuddle her

she cuddles me,

we cling together,

how long will She ...

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Also by Dorothy Webb:

THAT OL' WIND'S STILL A'BLOWIN' | ABOUT A GIRL - for my granddaughter | WHERE ARE YOU? | WAS A.A.MILNE A TROLL? | HOLY DAYS OF OBLIGATION | POINTLESS | AUTUMN BEECHES | CHINESE WHISPERS. (for David Kelly) | ANOTHER TIME - ANOTHER PLACE | HUG | THE GOOD GARDENER | - AND THE BIG BROWN SOFA | OUT OF FOCUS |

A mother’s gift

The marks on my face hide their own stories.

Some are happy, some steeped in worries.

You, my Heart, beat out of my ageing cage.

Write your story my child, turn a new page.

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tanka

he could take

a photograph 

but never give one

anonymous 

even before he left

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Also by steve black:

kyoka | tanka | tanka | kyoka |

Atlas Poetica 32

These missionary times

With an abiding glint of love in her unfaded eyes, 
Brown eyes that inhabit my dreams and memories,
My mother has dementia, a cross to bear
So saith her silver-tinted hair. Laboured for her family.
With her handbag gripped in her laughing lap,
She still smiles at my silly jokes and repartee 
We share so many ways yet she's the opposite of me:
Freer, grander, more baroque, a heroine.
The cl...

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Also by John E Marks:

Janissary | FIELD THEORY | SHADOWLAND | The ruins of Nineveh | EASTER 2019 | The Unspoken | The ghosts who sell memories | An Airy nothing | After the genocide | Good Friday | The drawing of a torch | spring | elegy | The long genocide | Love in a police state | First Person | Teenage Dreams | Blue-remembered | Friend of the Devil | RAINY SEPTEMBER | In the dread of night | Stippled sky | Snow in June | Another day | Entanglement (Verschränkung) | Truth | In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 | Along the Unhallowed Way | Why Brexit? | A LURKING | METEMPSYCHOSIS |

Why Do They Call You Summer?

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Why Do They Call You Summer?

 

Why do they call you summer

When your name is April?

Your fragrant scent of early roses

Permeates the room

And sunlight cuts across

The blue Axminster carpet

Bleaching the swirling dust

And warms tables to the touch.

 

I long for your cool hands

Across my fevered brow

But all you give me

Is clammy, blanketing heat.

 

I ...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

A Rose By Any Other Name | Nature's Banquet | Girl With Tear | Monday Morning - 9AM | Chelp | AmericaZ | Elegy For A Ghost | Down At The End Of Lonely Street | From The Attic | Martyr | Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High) | The Turning Of The Tide | Vesuvius | Grit | heatwave | A List Of Things We Buried In The Garden | Blue On Blue Contact | Simple Pleasures | Manhattan Morning | The Parable Of The Wolf And The Lamb | In Memoriam | hide and seek | Time To Decide Patsy | Recipe For Disaster |

all the sensesday 25NaPoWriMo 2019record breakingrhetorical questionseasonsspring heat

Diluted

I'm feeling a little happy 
Like I could blast off 
So how could you really love me
I'm trying to finally better myself

I've always been a concept
Not an idea that you would keep
But you would go back and think of
It's not perfect it's just swell

So for the first time in weeks I'll close my window
I know that at least I have myself
And a couple of depressing days coming
Without them...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Firefly | Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 3) Space Cowboy | Firefly Winter | Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 2) | Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 1) | Lonely Heated Killer | Words of The Waiting Man 29 | Panic Attack 4 | Hey There. | Mirror | Concrete Rose | Dumb Soil | You Won't Survive This Addiction | I Only Got A Job To Buy Her Glee |

Tanka ?

Within my grave

Twisted upon my face

The smile of death 

As you slip away

Forever silent in my night

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

Mind | Senryu 1 | Wind Birds | Three Senryu (I think) | Crimson | The seer | Ballad of the Willow |

My Love

Let's take a moment to reminisce.

Look into my eyes and speak the words you have within,

Express yourself to your deepest core,

Speak until you feel you have no more words...

Let me know how you feel. 

 

My heart skips a beat,

Before it begins a rhythmic dance, 

As I gaze into your eyes,

Into your soul,

With so much love it aches.

 

I am home whenever I am with ...

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DanceLoveReminisceWarmth

2

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What we think is lovely

shapes what we think

is not.

What we think is good

defines the bad.

 

Life defines death.

Long defines short.

High can't exist without low.

 

The Spirit-filled teacher

sees clearly,

is not trapped

in the pull of opposites.

She teaches

with her mouth shut,

nurtures others

with non-possessive warmth,

setting them free.

...

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Also by Fernwood Press:

Tornadoes | Pig on trial | What I Don't Want to Hear | Close to the Ground | 71 | My father's gift | The day before the croquet match |

beautydeathlovelytao te ching

women contain multitudes

She climbs the ruins 

Of the same old city

Where not a single heartbeat

Has been found

In the time running out. 

 

I let loose and rise upon

The sacred fields

Where the feral moon 

Howls in the

Morning mists. 

 

For a brief eclipse

Of two women

One shines brighter 

One lurks in the shadows -

Beyond this terrible earth.

 

Dirt crumbles 

From ...

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Also by Mila F.:

for you and your girl | women move mountains | fearless | maybe i bloomed | orchids |

These Triangles

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These triangles 

Find their place atop the tangled lines 

Timing is everything 

These triangles will save your life. 

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Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:

Words | And Then | Sometimes | Hush, lovey. | A Fire | If You Were | Any Less (The Ocean) | Silence | Half order of bacon, make it a whole | Rock Bottom | For Too | Buckets |

Together

Hand in hand 

Though only gripping yours 

And your grip counting twice 

The two of us holding on 

And all the lonely bastards in between and behind 

Together we revel in sadness 

 

Reading in the lines 

Through silent whispers that scream for lonely masters 

Gripping tighter to your hand 

The only thing worse than the darkness of lonely is feeling it alone 

Togethe...

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Also by Chelsea Crossman:

After the boys of summer are gone |

That good feeling

It's sadened in the face of glory,

Capricious in the gauntlet of fear,

And a feathered man dangling from strands of hair.

 

Yellowed in a mouth of foul,

Copper lining the walls,

And red in my ears.

 

Gothemed in the berg,

Sinking to the floor,

A mountain of disbelief and despair.

 

Forgotten and afraid,

In what was left before the end,

A god of the people,

...

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Also by Adrian Metcalf:

Anti-Social | Shadowed Images | Goodnight | Delinquent | Continue On | Let's begin again | It is |

Fantasy

Tangled and bruised by the brutal truths.. 
Hiding in the warmly lit alleys of hope
Escape, seems a blissful route..
Comfort of illusions help to live and cope.. 

Reality strikes with consistently lethal blows.. 
Shattered, fractured, stifled moments.. 
Often leaving heart and soul somewhat hollow..
Mind awakens to unreal incitements.. 

Storm of the night left the branches barren.. 
L...

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Also by mona s:

You would never believe me | Memories | The Soul | The Tree | Twilight | Growing apart | What Dreams are made of.. | Nonet -Frangipani | Fragments | Pregnant Blue | The Portrait | Magic | Clouds | Pleiades - An enchanting valley |

#fantasy#hope#eternal

NEVER ALONE

NEVER ALONE

shoulders
round
from being
put down
laughed
too loud
clown
in the
crowd
circle in
a square
didn't fit
anywhere
put on
game face
slowly
erased
self
conscious
shallow
pompous
shut
mouth
kept nose
out
please...please
no one
notice me
name
mistaken
shunned
forsaken
yearned for
home
found a
soul
now have
both
never
alone
closet full
of ghosts
bur...

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Also by cindylee loucks:

BEHIND THE SHINE | WEARING EGG | HEAVY BAG | HOLLOW VOWS | KNOW EVERYTHING'S OKAY | RISE N' SHINE | BURN BRIDGES | DO NOT WEEP | DANCE HALL | 9-1-1 | OPEN STAGE | RAINDROP | TOTAL SUM | BACK IN TIME | CHAMP | BELLE |

philisophical

To Forgive Oneself

I ask this of you: Do not forgive me just yet

You see I'm not quite ready to be pardoned

Spare me time to grieve over my moral debt

For only then can one's guilt be abandoned.

 

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Also by Mae Foreman:

The Life Lived | Quintessential | Bleak Era | A Thorn In Joy | Girl's Letter To The Beatle | In a Dream | Starchild |

A BRIEF HISTORY OF SIGHING

A BRIEF HISTORY OF SIGHING

Loves last breath heaves a heavy sigh,
As a cloud white curtain lifts.

The house is calm after last night’s storm,
The street stands silent witness.

Salt of the earth pillars of stone,
 Identical to each,        

Light ghostly chorus, as if to say,
'There will be changes here today’.

A sullen sun squints down as she
Prepares to abandon ship.

While others t...

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Also by trevor homer:

STAND UP | LYING IN THE ARMS OF MORPHEUS | THE NEW RELIGION [1969] | TOMMY BILLS | PERMISSION TO SPEAK |

The Darkness of Aquarius is Knowing

 

heart based virus
globeflowers 
rot as
brains in a loosebox
extemporize
the hidden heart
of a star and our
eternal hyperselves 
usually beaming 
with joy's unthinkable equivalent 
now dull and dayless 

and the darkness of Aquarius is knowing,
knowing that we built 
The Great Cymatic Well 
all by ourselves
and swim now 
always in a state
of half-drowning in the age
of the W...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

my They is not the same as your They | Symbnomatopoeia | Retrocross |

The Boy In Him

 

Give the boy

a rock, a stick

and he'll make up

a game

a trick

 

the fun for him

the finding of

a lizard

frog or

doodle bug

 

a shallow pond

some instant mud

acorns or limbs

the boy in

him

 

is what we love

his boyish ways

we wish a boy

he'd always

stay.

 

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Also by d.knape:

Broke-Down Poem | Sunday Afternoon | Easter Eggs | Restaurant | Sleepy Head | Emojis | The Time Before | Lasting Love | Free Speech | Autism Rhythms | Laughing Gull | First Ride | All In A Day's Work | Grievance Industry | My Life | When Bluebonnets Bloom | Unsolicited E-Mail | Crime Story | Ghost Town | MAN IN A TRUCK | Earnin' Their Keep | Discovery |

Baddies

The thought’s the baddie – truth cuts, reality bites

but the blade’s now dull, the teeth worn, the maw weakened

through over use, in eager, demented mind-gnaws.

 

Paranoia nurdles into your head, lying,

makes-believe pain awaits, humiliation traps

the brave, forcing hunker-fear and isolation.

 

Your thoughts won’t happen, reality is not that:

seek and find, ask and recei...

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Snow

The first snow
Early this year
The middle of November
Wiping away years
Of deprivation
Awakening the senses
Of cold refreshing renewal
As frozen water
Sprinkles down and
Melts against my face and clothes
Tiny sculptures
Crafted by nature
To enlighten the soul
A shower of fluff
A curtain of a
New reality
Carrying me away
As it coats the ground
With whiteness
And yet it engulfs me
...

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Also by Bruce Levine:

Spring | A Second Chance | 3 Haiku for Spring | Happiness Surrenders | Fate Has Set The Day | The End of Time | I'll Take Manhattan |

Volume

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The weight of my sorrows no man can lift,

The size of my heart which is starting to shift. 

 

The heights of anxiety make me manic,

The lengths I would go to cure these panics. 

 

My emotions are at full capacity, 

Trying to decipher happiness’ anatomy.

 

My soul harbours in a forlorn dimension,

Awaiting a celestial beings guided ascension.

 

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Ride On

 

https://wolfgarwords.com/

 

Crouching on street corners

moving in shadows,

living in towers, crawling through ditches.

Spitting,

petrol bombs

spitting

bullets,

spitting

hatred.

 

Hated by Rebels

hated by Loyalists,

defending rebels

defending loyalists,

killing

The Green and Gold,

killing 

The Red White and Blue,

it's just colourless ...

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Also by Wolfgar:

The Librarian | Manuscript | The empty chair | A Lark ascending (thoughts on Vaughan Williams) | A doorway in a northern town | Shoebox | Shoebox |

Remember

If I forget…

 

The slow blissful days filled

With miraculous nothings

Are with you

 

The light hand reaching out

To whisk me from the dark, cold places I sometimes live in

Is your hand

 

The names, the dates, the places, the faces

And finally, fatally, 

You

 

Like my father before me

 

Please know

I am not me

And letting go

Is not treason

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Also by Jeannot:

The burning of one's church | The possibility of a garden | Let me tell you | Listen | Correspondence | Waste of time | Coming back |

THE LAST ROSE

On a snowy day,

In a dimly lit street,

An ailing girl, utterly dismayed

Perches under the canopy of an enormous tree.

 

Looking towards heaven,

Her eyes well up a little.

Perhaps she’s waiting for someone special,

But all that comes to her are snowflakes, frosty and brittle.

 

She digs up the icy earth

With her gloved fingers.

And buries a white rose beneath the...

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bizarredeathmortalityrosesadtragedy

An eye opener

A journey through wilderness,

I emerged from the shadows .

Leading to a new world ,

Of love , life and living .

 

An unknown comfort ,

Of sound,touch and sight .

Unknown emotions ,

Of possessiveness,  dependence and satiation .

 

Flying high with new light, 

In your hand is mine. 

A smiles that never ceases 

With you by my side .

 

When with you,

I n...

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Hopeless

If home is where your heart is

what happens to a homeless heart

whose situation is heartbreaking?

Heartless are the actions of those

who have caused such heartfelt sorrow

and should indulge in some heartsearching

to mitigate this heartrending state of things

saving the wanderers great heartache.

Otherwise a homeless heart might cease

to have a heartbeat  and become fatal...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Old age | The little girl |

Divided City, Divided Land?

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Divided City, Divided Land?

In hope, the Peace Bridge spans the majestic Foyle
Although the sectarian divide is plain to see
Since our time there, it's difficult to imagine
the tragic events that hit Derry City,
or Londonderry depending on your allegiance if any

The death of Lyra McKee, on Good Friday of all days
has rocked the city to the core
The loss of Lyra, a child of the peace pr...

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double standards

you give money to patreons
and gofundme
cos the content looks neat
but won't bat an eyelid
to the homeless dying on the street

take a photo with them
do it for a couple of likes
meanwhile when winter comes around
they're outside dying on anti-homeless spikes

this is a raising epidemic
doesn't it make you feel sad
that could be your brother
uncle
mother
dad

as the rich get richer
an...

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Also by Keiron Higgins:

I sit alone and think of you. | The rudeboy's anthem | Hit the north |

homelesspunk poetryrealization

Mothers Ruin

Trouble brewing

Mothers ruin

Gin and tonic

Supersonic

Filled with ice

Oh and a slice

of lemon in

and round the rim

to give it flavour

Just the one?

Do me a favour!

There’s pink gin

Orange gin

Elderflower too

Plum, vanilla, Rhubarb

To name but a few

Gordon’s, Greenall’s and Whitley Neil

Beefeater, Hendrick’s

Gin’s the real deal!

So when you g...

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Also by Fred Varden:

It would have happened anyway | Recipe for Disaster? | Build the Wall! | Memories worth Forgetting |

NIGEL FARAGE

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(A re-post from a few years ago, but seeing as the great man is back I thought it worthwhile to revisit.  AfficiaNandos may recognise my debt to George Formby's "Fanlight Fanny").

 

You can tell he

Loves the telly

For his chance to smarm

He would give an arm

And a leg;

Aimed to prove he

Was a smoothie

On our TV set

As he got the better

Of Nick Clegg;

Charming an...

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Also by John Coopey:

I WALK THE LINE | VAR MAN | WRITE OUT LOUD WOMEN BLUES | A TRIP TO THE DENTIST | CONFESSIONS OF AN ADULTERER | SLIP SLIDIN' AWAY | SON! SON! SON! | SON! SON! SON! | FUCK THE NHS! | ME DAD'S CARS |

Quest

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The quest to mingle,
Makes everything tangled 
Mortal a jungle
The fight a battle

Wander journey to town free
Not even water to grow tree
Breath isn't what you see
Much focus, looks like sea

Drive of a thing and passion 
Alone with emotion 
Knock knock, temptation 
Thoughts the invitation 

A standing ladder for all
Time determine the hall
Even while standing tall
The gate won'...

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Also by Kporho Raphael Oyeke:

Goodbye |

Flea Market

Fighting through the milling masses,

flowing fast as cold molasses;

flamenco frocks and Taiwan trinkets,

tempt us with ice cream and sprinkles.

 

Plastic shoes and printed t-shirts,

sweet turrón and nutty biscuits,

after-shaves and dodgy perfumes,

sun-hats, shades and swimming costumes.

 

Shoddy bracelets, charms and knick-knacks,

candles made from local beeswax;

...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Rain In Spain | Floodplain | In Tune | Gone | Silence is…. | NaPoWriMo | Irish Logic | One More Bacon Butty | Come Away With Me | Táim sa Bhaile | Erin go Bragh | Soft Day | Reasons To Be Thankful | Every Day? | Older | My Souvenirs | The Big Question | Getting In | Summer’s Day | Wedding | The Match |

NaPoWriMo Day 24

answer

when they begrudge you and call you a curse
with sly smiles and subtle words

what right have the shadows to prevent you?

my love will be an axe      a scythe            a flame

and you will dry your tears in the sun...

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Also by elPintor:

transitions | animals | mirrors |

Ownership

I'll tell you this for nothing and you can believe it or not,

I've been around a while and I've felt life crack the whip,

And the spirits of decisions make sure they're not forgot,

And I promise you they'll haunt you until you take ownership.

 

Own your fears and mistakes, the heartaches, every last one,

I know the things I got right and I'm proud to own them too,

But that's t...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Inevitably Ours | The Three That Let Us Be | A Little Rain | Where Twilight Sleeps | Cruel Mistress | Whispering Night | The Door Of Naked Souls | Not Without | To The Bone |

she stood still

sometimes i wonder how we got to this point

a point where you wonder whats the best

a point where you want to restart and forget

because i thought we're doing our best

giving all the love we have left

but look at us now, 

one has left and doesnt have any regrets

and the other one stood still, full of questions.

shes waiting, waiting and reassuring him that she believes.

...

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brokenenglish poemheartachelovepoempoetpoetry

A turkey in sheep's clothing

"Fattening up time" the wall calendar read

which meant only one  thing to old farmer Ted.

Christmas was coming and there's money to be made

you see the bigger the bird the more he'd be paid.

 

He'd saved up all year and bought high quality feed

to ensure that his flock was the best he could breed.

So this year Ted's turkeys would be the tastiest in town

and the best biggest...

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Christmasfarmerfunnyhumournarrative poemstoryTurkey

Ending

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I want it to be over

The voices in my head 

Telling me to end it

And let go of everything I’ve dreamt

 

I want it to be over

The feeling that I’ve dread

The endless loop to stop

I don’t want to be afraid

 

I want it to be over

I want to start again 

This time no voices 

This time I’ll put an end.

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Also by Ana Dobrev:

Guilt | 5am |

dark

Her Self Love

Hi, she said with one big sigh, the day was difficult and she held in her cry 

She was shy but always found her way with the bad guy who always liked to lie 

Wishing for something new b/c she wanted to finally turn the blind eye  

On her cycle of men; realized that it was her making herself feel this way, she was high 

 

On the fact that someone was always there but still felt lonel...

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loveselflovetruth

Forever you’ll be my favorite part❤️

Out of nowhere you came crashing into me

Like beside each other is where we were always meant to be

Giving me butterflies and making my heart skip a beat

With just a simple glance my way

Some say it’s too good to be true

Those feelings will diminish they say

One day they’ll fade away, But oh baby, I know these feelings I have for you will always stay

 

*-You’re the one who ...

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Also by Leslie stout:

Let me love you | Unconditional love |

How to waste a few hours

Jigsaws are great at the outset aren't they?

Enthusiastically you build the border

then crack on with the interior

and can barely contain yourself

when completing an interesting area

but then as soon as you start to see some clarity

you find all that's left is sea and sky

and you know it's gonna get tougher

so you break it up

stick it back in the box

and donate it to ...

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Also by Brian Maryon:

Jump, Again | The Todger : Alternative Uses | Waiting at the door with a rolling pin | Again, Empty Vessel | It will probably never happen | Colour Blind |

Goole Revisited

Hello Humber gateway,
you old dock drab,
winking at passing commerce
with your ample warehouse acreage,
welcoming skirts hitched
up the legs of the Ouse and Trent.

Under stretched skies,
I am a salmon swimming the sixty-two,
past rotting coal fired corpses,
where orderly pylons queue the lanes,
sturdy girls whispering old secrets;
gossip from a shabby adolescence.

On a three-quarte...

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Also by Jonathan Humble:

Book End | This Work Is Done | Gift | Yew | Red Pencil | Blanket | On The Road To Samaria | Coming Home |

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