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I am today's protester

Complying with the latest plan;

I use a spray to make my day

Spreading graffiti with aerosol can

And when I can't do it in their halls

I console myself with stuff on walls.


I block the free passage of the road

So workers can't get by

And push the police to "overload"

So that they barely try

To enforce the laws that have been made

To keep...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:


In Tune

Air-guitar and


cutting shapes and



Friday nights with

glam-rock and


Indie bands and

juke boxes,

k-pop to

latin jazz,

mainstream blues with

night-time moves


punk pizzazz.

Queen still reign at

rock and roll,

silky soul,



Van Morrison

wrapped up with


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Also by Trevor Alexander:

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 19

Freedom exists

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Freedom exists

Thursday,18th April 2019



exists seldom

by one form or another

if there remains no fear


is it a state of mind?

where you find

some restrictions

and mind refuses to give some instructions


even if the country is free

you are made to flee

face the criminal proceedings

and you fear the ending of life


freedom and libert...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

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 |



In hordes they teem this eager flock,

to bring libations un-thought all,

some adorned in hard won wealth,

others come in cheaper cloth

to hear sweet music, retailed hymns,

the bright lit windows hypnotized,

they break warm bread that’s offered there

and drip their faith in litter bins 


Elsewhere some cathedrals lie bereft

cold stone ancient edifices,

warmed by wi...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Class of '58 |



This is the word that comes to his mind

He blots at his weary eyes

Almost a year,

He feels a sense of triumph,

A sense of loss,

Of belonging to a cause

To keep this tiny thing from harm

Her eyes are blue

So blue you wouldn’t believe that hue

And he finds that the only thing he can do

Is cry

Asking a million times why


Her palms close around his pin...

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Sleepy Head


The alarm goes off

it aggravates

I hit the snooze

prefer to wait


I stay real still

won't ambulate

on sleep

I'd rather concentrate


When the sun comes up

might motivate

but rising

I'll negotiate


Dreams I prefer

postpone my fate

sleepy heads

are hard to penetrate.


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Also by d.knape:

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 |

Kuchh Sawaal Jawaab

Aks se poochh baitha dil yeh sawaal:


Kaash kabhi aaisa ho…

Koi miley jot um jaisa ho…

Naye kisi ped ki koi shaakh ho…

Patey naye phool aur nayi saakh ho…

Kamzor dil na koi baat kahe ki chot miley…

Aik aas meri hai ki nayi bahaar ke akhrot miley…

Surkh sebo ki tarah mizaaj haseen honth laal ho…

Door kisi pahadi pe ugi makai ke jaise reshmi baal ho…

Husn itna lajawaab...

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Also by ai ou:

I Wore A Frock | Kuchh Soch Yu Hi... | Wonder Woman | श्यामली सलोनी | A Wish List |

The Librarian



He sniffed at Miles Davis in his Pompous English way

but doffed his treasured cap to the tunes of Sid Bechet,

who himself was not a stranger to the pulling of a trigger,

though to one as mean as he was would have been a lowly “Nigger”


From High windows he could survey other lesser forms of life,

those toads and grubby proles mired in their stri...

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Also by Wolfgar:

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


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America -


























Whitehouse -




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Also by Ian Whiteley:

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 |

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hung in
the way 
on my
in defensive
when down
took kicks
the hits
here comes
the upper cut
the ropes
down for
the count
back i
could barely
but had
a plan
took the
final swing
won the
with a knockout
i d...

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Also by cindylee loucks:


inspirational poetry


Unable to return it, the boy kept his mother’s

gift; heard it, understood it, accepted her


beast of words. Ill-conceived, born of

incompetent rage, it latched itself inside his


aching rib cage. Wary of her guilt ridden and

thinly spread slices of mother’s pride, the


beast gnawed at young bones, consuming his

youth instead. The boy grew old dealing with



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Also by Jonathan Humble:

Yew | Red Pencil | Blanket | On The Road To Samaria | Coming Home |

This Friday

This Friday


We depart but have no destination

lost we harbour no hope for the future

We have abandoned all that was given

to pursue the worthless and uncertain

We deceive ourselves and others with us

no answers or alternatives come our way

We engage in animosity and hostility

with backs turned against love and acceptance

We believe we are masters of our own destiny


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Also by keith jeffries:

A New Fabric | Writing | I met a Lady today..... | ora pro nobis | The Harp of Summer´s Joy | Born a Criminal |

The Hypnotist

I am a snake charmer

My father was a snake charmer

And his father and all the fathers

Who came before.

I have inherited the gift

Of charming snakes.

I tame them. I make them dance.

People say that I hypnotise them

But they would be wrong. 

I play my pungi 

I breathe in and out


I sway from side to side 

I fix them with my gaze 

But, if truth be told...

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Also by Hazel ettridge:

The Hypnotist | You and Me | her husband's clothes |

ABOUT A GIRL - for my granddaughter




I knew her once

so long ago

loved her

with pride I watched her grow

and slowly blossom -


and now

she's gone from me

cut from my life

a pale face in an album

a frozen memory

all contact broken


Am I now a total stranger

or would she

by some miracle

half remember

that once we interacted


but all that's changed

my supp...

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Also by Dorothy Webb:


Dying In My Sleep

I could tell you the truth but it's not okay
I put all the stress on my heart and now it's killing me
Depression episodes never end
So before I end up on a air machine
I'll put a bullet through my mind for I don't end up that lonely
This feeling is killing me 
If you knew the full story you wouldn't doubt a word

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Also by Damon Blackery:

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 |

After the genocide


From the cracks along the pavement the purple flowers bloom

Now this concrete is the medium and there's a body in the room

Paint peels slowly and surfaces glow with dappled sunlight,

Words scrawled on a wall: all-women  'jin' unit based in Sinjar

Will throw Daesh into hell

These words bounce around the walls of my cell

As sun and shadow meet

To swirl in the whirl of this ...

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Also by John E Marks:

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 | Janissary | Another day | Entanglement (Verschränkung) | Truth | In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 | Along the Unhallowed Way | Why Brexit? | A LURKING | METEMPSYCHOSIS |

Old age

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Conscious of it lurking nearby

a malevolent presence

a sinister hazard

its preliminary attacks 

not entirely unexpected.


Suddenly pouncing, leopardlike

prowling in the high dry grass

masking evil intentions

camouflaged by dappled pelt

ready to spring on its prey.


Where had it been skulking?

Hiding in the woodshed

in a little-used cupboard

inside an ...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

The little girl |


On mushroom hill

the ground is rich with promise

fertile all consuming,

through veins the pulse is carried

and the blossom of caps


tender, secretive with nightmares

of sweet languor,

butter wouldn't melt in our mouths

on mushroom hill.

This muted sun, the schism


of autumn bounty may be

the last you'll see

as sink down to mould

you surely must,



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Also by ray pool:


A Tractor's Wife

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Tractors gaining traction

In and of my life

Never did I ever think 

That I would be a tractor's wife.

Implements and attachments

Belts and belts galore

Reapers, tillers, compostors

Who could ask for more?

Aerators and harvesters

Plows; for winter and for spring

Lots and lots and lots of tires

Damn near everything...

That someone would ever want

If they should...

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

Lisa | And the Mouse Said... | In the Closet | The End is Nigh | Open Mike Night | Eggs | Write or Wrong | Walking |


Each one seems to be a grave one to live with.. 
Each one seems capable to reach the conscious zenith.. 
Each one seems to lie as a thorn in the memory... 
Each one seems attenuating and blurry..

Each one seems to last a thousand lifetimes.. 
Each one seems to make one die a million times.. 
Each one seems to be kept preserved as keepsakes.. 
Each one seems to be forgotten as the day brea...

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Also by mona s:

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 |

Ystrad Fflur: Dusk

Who will ever tell or know

the unheard silent echoes

from passing lives laid low:

those ghosts of chanted psalms

once melodious in their praise

lie buried beneath the turf

within walls they helped to raise;

and who can see the cowled monks

whose ghostly whispered prayers

whose canticle or hymn

whispers through the evening's airs -

through the great stone entrance a...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Evening Light | Past's Prologue | Fight! Fight! | Nadir |

abbeyCeredigionduskghostsmistsmonasterymonksprincesStrata FloridaWalesYstrad Fflur


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The time was running out I’m feeling low

We’re 4-2 down cos of Aguerro

Then it turns round with Llorente’s goal

But will the goal be disallowed

A deathly hush falls upon the ground

The verdict waited by the silent crowd


But there’s VAR Man watching from the stand

He sees that it’s come off his hip and didn’t hit his hand

And the VAR Man says it’s not Handball

The re...

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Also by John Coopey:




I was Fifteen years old and starting my first job. The day itself a blur

Notable for my first instruction, given with relaxed assurance from a giant of a man

Six Foot Six, size 15’s, I’d never seen a man so tall and

Me a schoolboy by comparison. 

‘Pass me those tools,’ he said. Tommy Bills was his name                                           

Built like the prove...

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Also by trevor homer:


Bleak Era

Lifeless unyielding stone and granite trees

On a concrete earth that scrapes the heel

Stalks of wheat not rustling in the breeze

Half-withered flowers lacking basic will for thrill


Mundane affairs of indifference, vanity and love

Crawling numb, like serpents, bloody on rough soil

Nothing but pyre, lead and water gathering above

And Us, just empty shells enthralled in dull...

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Also by Mae Foreman:

A Thorn In Joy | Girl's Letter To The Beatle | In a Dream | Starchild |


Everything I achieved

Is part guilt

Part coffee

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Because our blue-lit journey took us into A and E,

then obs on a proper ward,

I didn’t clear drawers containing sailor whites or flags.

It wasn’t me that sorted photographs,

twenty sets of dentures, broken glasses,

or all the empty bottles that he’d stashed beneath the bed.

Because I’d pleasepleasepleased to the hospital with you,

all I got to see were empty rooms.



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Also by Laura Taylor:

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

But for you

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But for you

I would not be alone


But for you

There would have been one more at home


But for you

The unknowing would not feel so cold


But for you

I’d feel more joy in growing old


But for you

My mind might be at rest


But for you

Life may have been less of a test


But for you

A single race I have run


But for you

I can plac...

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Also by Graham Parker:

Fleeting persistence | House | Watering Can | Borders | Walk on part | Tribute | Born in the shadow of a mountain | Black Confetti | Caledonian Secrets |

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Reasons he had plenty

To not steal tomorrow 

As the night faded

Inhaled in the morning 

Was all but regret

He vowed to he’d be ready

But greed won again

The day after came

Still not tomorrow 




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Also by Reggie:

Years |

Senryu 1

Clouds running leeward

Far; stretched to the horizon

Freedom for the eyes 


Cherry blossoms fall

Softly upon the water

Flowing through the soul 


Willow dappled light 

Dances lightly on my soul

Always in my hart


Nightly you appear 

To masquerade as moonlight 

deceit in your stealth 

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

The Best Way to Grieve for a Child

They never changed that room.
Dolls, teddy bears, trains,
And transformers all hold space,
Lock time in perpetual stasis.
When death comes life stops.

Family said they should pack
Things away. It’s too hard
To be reminded day after day
Of a future lost in the past,
But a room can be a memorial.

It’s a museum of childhood,
Until a child of a later
Generation discovers it with

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Also by Randy Horton:

On Bodily Autonomy and Geriatric Femininity | The Burdened Bookshelf as Will and Representation | The Impact of Utilitarianism on Unsuspecting Feet | The Magic and Mystery of Ministry | On the Disastrous Art of Losing | Texas Tornadoes and the Power of Prayer | Life, Love, and Leaving in Livingston, Texas | On the Destructive Power of Measureable Learning Objectives | If Gratitude Were Horses, We'd Never Fear A Stampede | Accepting an Infinite Regression of Causes | On The Odd Quality of Trumpets in the Mist | The Distinct Challenges of Hyperfocus | The Unintended Consequences of Complimentary Behavior | The Unreasonable Demands of April |


I want to sleep

i want to sleep,

my eyes are tired,

my brain is blank,

my body wants to collapse,

but i can't.


i want to sleep,

the pillow is so soft,

the bed is calling,

the blanket is nice,

but i can't.


i want to sleep,

and having a sweet dreams,

and nothing to think,

and wake up in the morning,

but i can't.


i think, it is because of,

a cup of coffe...

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Shadowed Images

Go before a wintered moon,

And wash the floors with blood,

Calvary shed tears for fallen men.


The saddened shape of wallowing mothers,

Forgotten besides a rock half hearted,

Blue in the garden of afterimaged suns.


Follow me in the bask of glory!


A sanctity of food,

And willowed aspects of what of you?

The swallowed end of a dream to be,

Flailing in moti...

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Also by Adrian Metcalf:

Goodnight | Delinquent | Continue On | Let's begin again | It is |

The burning of one's church

Churches have been burning everywhere

For various reasons since their creation

Some made of wood and stone

Most of beliefs and hopes

Each time the fire takes everything on its path

Leaving behind either ashes and water, or delusion and despair

In equal parts

Each time the scorching heat inside the soul



Now the cathedral is on fire

People congregate fro...

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Also by Jeannot:

The possibility of a garden | Let me tell you | Listen | Correspondence | Waste of time | Coming back |

Last Chemo Session

'Last chemo session! Ring the bell three times!'

Said the sign on the wall beside the big, metal hub.


I had hesitated, but a smiling attendant

A gentleman, a very gentle man from front desk

Hopped to the kitchen

And returned with two, huge, metal spoons.

He pressed them into my hand. 'Go for it!'

And I struck the silver gong three times:


The clan...

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Let me be; Set me free

kiss me on the mouth

let me be; set me free

to be trapped against you

pain I wish nothing on

to wrap arms you know

i can not deny

when to hold her brings joy

let me know

let me be; set me free

wish against me not away

to understand nothing is a void

unhappiness be where you know not

do not fight, my love

endings to soon to show

but listen to direction and ...

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beginningbelieveendherhimi love youlovemepainquit


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Locked in a steel cage,
No where to run and hide.
A public spectacle,
Running in circles but going nowhere.
Stuck in a rutt,
Is there more to life than these four walls?
Thinking outside the box was unheard of,
Life seemed to be pre-established.
Complacency is the new smoking,
Satisfying in the moment but won't fulfill a destiny.
Only a select few can choose to live different,
So why no...

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A Little Rain

(Well, once again I find myself awake at 3.30 a.m. you've gotta love insomnia. A good friend told me she wished I'd cheer up and to honour that wish I thought I'd try and write a response and a thank you.)


There are so many things to be grateful for,

For a start, just the chance to draw breath,

That alone is enough and we shouldn't ignore,

The fact that we daily cheat death.



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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Where Twilight Sleeps | Cruel Mistress | Whispering Night | The Door Of Naked Souls | Not Without | To The Bone |

Gift of sky.

The sun which was once loving,

danced with fierce rage,

burning up the earth,

with the torturous heat,

turning ambience dry and burning,

making the earth to scream for gentleness.


Her heart was burning,

so her surface,

The cracks on her lips

and streaks of dry leaves,

her charm was evaporating in the air.


She just wanted to be like what she was before,


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Also by Ankita Srivastava:

Triumph of prejudices |

Poetry Understands

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Poetry understands
walking dead,
monsters under the bed,
voices in your head.

Poetry understands
wounded souls,
storms, walls, 
severed rainbows.

Poetry understands
broken hearts,
rainy days, lonely nights,
moon light.

Poetry understands
star-crossed love,
hopeless romances,
second chances.

Poetry understands
twin flames
guilt, shame,
the blame game.

Poetry understand...

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Also by Vautaw:

Wild Life | Shepherds | Mortality | The Writer's Plight | Fools | A Poem a Day | Kintsugi |

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Odin's Good Wolf.

A canine, but rather a calm and sensitive healer than a ravenous hunter.
His warm fur comforting, safe, a haven for the broken.
Striking nocturnal eyes see brightness lurking deep within a bent and blackened heart.
Paws patiently claw away at the walls of safety, built upon a mountain of pessimism and lost trust.

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Mountain thyme tea rolled up in seaweed playing the role of a joint

All this time,
reminded of the thyme tea I drank,
as I was talking to you.

And all those stories I've heard,
from liars and thieves,
about you, not being who you say you are.

Can't even drink my favorite beverage,
my mind being leveraged,
by the thoughts of another summer without you.

Another year,
another failure,
mind messed up from beer portrayed as a liquid savior,
yellow at ...

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Also by LeGou:

Worst harvest |


The Sinking of The RMS Titanic

The White Star pride of all ocean and sea.

Unfairly labelled ‘unsinkable’ was she.

As who knows what dangers waters hide.

Peril can strike with every wave and tide.


A fresh hope and start for many on board.

She left Southampton, as funnels roared.

Passenger’s classes apart with different aims.

Titanic took to the Atlantic shipping lanes.


As the decks went quiet, o...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

A Final Farewell |

The Burning Cathedral

The Cathedral and holy relics are burning.

For grief of righteous, for the joy of devil.

Will you, our Lord, bring people to the square,

So that, the grief could crawl far away?

I beg you, Lord! Save humans treasure!

Restore the shrine by the whole world!

Or we are on edge of quickly dying.

And this the people understand at last!

Let everyone just pray in their own temples...

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Poetry of a Twisted Mind

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Spaces in time
All in my mind
But I can't seem to find what is lingering close behind.
There are monsters somewhere near
Can't you hear?
Whispering things, like nightmares in your dreams
It's so scary,
The things I've seen
So now I'm hiding
I'm hiding in my mind
Lost in time
Cause I am sacred of what I might find,
As I close my eyes,
listening to cheerful cheers of the wicked mind

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A Second Chance

Once in a lifetime
If you’re lucky
You get a second chance
At love
How it happens
Why it happens
No one knows
But the powers up
Life’s twists and turns
Run parallel in the universe
Fate and destiny hold hands
To bring loved ones together
Dearly departed team up
In Heaven
Guiding what appears
And yet volatile passions
Transcend eternity

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Also by Bruce Levine:

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

A Butterfly Is Born

Her eyes met his, her body tingled all over  
He spoke but she heard nothing
Deafened by her own thoughts
"my soulmate stands before me"  
Undeniably, she wanted him, she needed him
He completed her, her heart pounded
Together forever for the rest of their lives
Young and pure, their hearts yearning
Blinded by love, they were inseparable
Seas of emotion filled them both
A tidal wave of p...

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Also by Jane Briganti:

Almost There | Overtures | Roads Ahead |


It feels like a tropical desert 

With wind blowing and rain falling 

But nothing is growing

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Also by Chloé:

Dear You |

Jump, Again

He looks like Will from The Inbetweeners

His friend doesn't seem to have a face at all

They are on holiday, somewhere warm

They aren't talking much

Not arguing or anything

but there is something not being said

They don't seem to be having much fun

They are mostly just lazing about in the sun


Jump to their hotel

then immediately to a large Georgian House

They are ...

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Also by Brian Maryon:

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

Monsters in our midst

The quiet twisting of already

screwed and spewed words,

uttered from the gaping wounds

of their sorry faces,

mouths as bleeding caverns,

pus filled lies uttered in a

disingenuous cacophony,

where no one is safe from

the tirade of empty locution,

a terrible warped view

crammed into the selfish egos

of monsters in out midst.


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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Unholy Communion | From a sedentary position |


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