Poetry Blogs (2019)

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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, 



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 |

Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 3) Space Cowboy

This is all that's left of the waiting men
He broke out of the lighthouse
He decided to go look for her
For the love of the Firefly was more
Than you could ever understand
With his heart condition as bad as it was
He died from a heart attack

This is not our world just a parallel Wonder from us
Even one where the firefight in the waiting man stayed together
To the waiting man was two peo...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

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 |




That cherry blossom day

Thunder in the air.


A low rumble, a terrible tremor,

 An unholy roar began to build and build

Towards total devastation

On that final day

When the earth began to shake


Delirium tremens


And then

All the skies of all the world were scorched with fire

And the air exploded

Fusing fl...

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Also by John E Marks:

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 | 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 |


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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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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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 loss 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 pro...

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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

as the rich get richer

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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


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 |


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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:



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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 |

A Rose By Any Other Name

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A Rose By Any Other Name


If I were a doctor

Treating your wounds

And infections

Your bile and liver

You would welcome me


If I were a restaurateur

Feeding you for free

Flavouring your drinks

Would you not welcome me?


I am clockmaker

Yellow gold

Like summer sun


I drift

On the breeze

And still

You do not welcome me


I am the l...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

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 |

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Broke-Down Poem


The main thing about

writing a poem

is to know when

you get to the end


some poets do not

and go and on


like a car

they run out of gas


then they just park

and leave it on

the side of the road


a poet must know

where he's going

and stop when he gets there


unlike this poem

which started good

but then sputtered to a stop


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Also by d.knape:

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 |

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


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 |

Fulfillment theory

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Fulfillment theory

Wednesday,24th April 2019


When you reach a dead end

just think and send

gratification signals

to all the individuals


It is your stagnation

with no satisfaction

and thinking in vain

how happy to remain


look back

and crack

on those negative actions

which now need your positive reactions


remain on top

but stop


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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

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 |




I live beneath a spiral chain,

a silver flow, associating


The best of me, the worst of me

won’t let me sleep,

assaults what was my fontanelle,

hurling endless arrows,

silken whispers,

sometimes hammer blows.

Voracious, it would plait me      

in perpetual prolixity.


I struggled to untangle braids of lexicon,

loquacity; a glossolalic battle


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Also by Laura Taylor:

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


The only thing

I did that mattered at all

in this wretched life

was that time

I held you in my arms!

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Also by Mae Foreman:

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


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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Quote Unquote

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We were challenged to write a poem inspired by two randlmly chosenpages in a dictionary, thesairaus or encyclopedic book. This is my offering


The light grows from his bedside lamp, illuminating hitherto unseen leaves of Humorous Quotations.

He pores through dry pages of politicians' dry political thoughts

Seeking inspiration from giants of history


Is this all they left behind...

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Also by Graham Parker and his musings:

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 |


the memories

her daughters fought over

but in the end didn't want

priced to clear

at the car boot sale

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Also by steve black:

tanka | kyoka |

InkSweat and Tears

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

The Middle's Dropped Out


And they move with precision
And they’re not listening

To you or by one else
You’ve known

And there’s a man
A throw’s distance

Asking for a pittance
And it doesn’t even rate

As an unpleasant

The middle’s come out
It’s been gobbled up

And although they didn’t want it
How they benefit from it

And although they hate him
They can’t stop what they’re making


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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

I found his library card the other day | Deep Fakes | first impressions | tiny mammal strategies | Conjugating Needs | Neverlook | acknowledgements | In Absentia | $9 | Playing Adults |


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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 |


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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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 |



in her
as her soul
slowly dies
keeps secret
tears she cries
words that
are spoken
veils a heart
that is broken
on her lips
a smile
hides the journey
of a thousand miles
walks with
a skip
mask never
won't ever
what she doesn't
want you to know
wrapped in
colors bright
perpetual night
clouds the
can't see things

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Also by cindylee loucks:



Flash In The Pan


OMG, there goes another one.
Spectators are asked to step back in amazement,
warp necks for one more firework display.
A whizz-bang over before it can really amaze
needs not bravery to turn away from.
People, turn your eyes to heaven thinking
to dive into the infinite 
that has held us all this long, for the stunning
mystery of it. And should a star move into view
what can you do but...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Haunting The Boundary | Championing The Unlikely Hero | My Little Discovery | Lines To Copy | We, The Uneducated | Situation 1 |

Don't Sell your Soul

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For my friend Ray, I hope you haven't.


Don't Sell Your Soul


I told him not to sell his soul 

That it would be unwise

The devil cheets and always wins

The end is your demise.

I told him not to sell his soul

It would be careless and askew

Satan laughs at all the fools who follow at his shoe.

I told him not to sell his soul

That he would never get it back


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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

New Friend | A Tractor's Wife | Lisa | And the Mouse Said... | In the Closet | The End is Nigh | Open Mike Night | Eggs | Write or Wrong | Walking |



Vincent Price, actor extraordinaire

reaches into his cloak with large sympathetic hands,

smiles with that crooked cataclysm of a face,

eyebrows as restless as Tower Bridge,

pulls back the velvet to reveal plum red lining


and have us fooled;

what might happen next?

will there be bats or spiders

or perhaps the Tingler.


He merely recites in broad sweeps

as camp...

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Also by ray pool:


Murmurs of love

The touch of heaven

A feeling that no one feels alone

Is deep within this heart 

What  can only be adored

All around the world

Only four words that means more 

Is love only that can bring us near 


Whenever darkness looms around 

Fog of cries and rain of suffering spreads beyond

There and there only a hand can give the strength 

To fight all that away

To stand ...

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Feminism builds on needs!
Tell me something, are you freed
From all society’s greed
If you don’t think a woman
Is the same as a human
Where have you been hurt?
Don’t make me your just desserts
Looking at me like something tasty
Feels like your arguments are a little hasty to judge me
Like I’m not somebody
With hopes and dreams and feelings
Why you wiping down that glass ceiling
Sister ...

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Also by Josie Harris:

Love | Tiny |

Doors closing


a term I seldom use

Summer clothes

Packed in tight


A voice declares

"Doors closing"

Faces stilled

Such quiet

hushed phenomena 

What would our ancestors 

make of this crushing


Strangers allowing strangers

their Intimate space

Expelled air 

The body's breath

A nervous cough suppressed 

A weary sigh

eyes meeting 


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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Shoes | Love cannot ride a bicycle | These shoes are made for wanting |


We live with sickness despite moving on

Beyond the ignorance our ancestors looked upon

And accepted as being a part of the life

They lived - praying that they might evade the knife.


But even today with human knowledge increasing

By the hour...by the day - via research unceasing,

It makes me wonder if illness is like a sin

Caused by our folly - from without and within.


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Also by M.C. Newberry:





So I get up and hear my name,

A surreal sound I don’t recognise.

Should I be here? I ask myself, thinking

‘I should have come in disguise’.

What happens when I get to the mic’?

I then realise

There’s sweat pouring down my face.

I feel like I should run.

The panic subsides and I hear applause,

Happy I decided to come.

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Also by trevor homer:


I address to the garverment of my country

You, morons, with the wood brain,
Sawdust your heads contain,
Listen to me, you damn bloody fools,
Lift your asses from the stools!
Go! Toddle of hobble to do good deeds!
Grow fruitful seeds!
Moderate your own greed!
Find out what people need! 
Feed the children and old men!
Heal the children from cancer and then
Build the roads and give the gas!
I want my country to be superclass.

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Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

It's good to be a woman | Everyone chooses for himself ... | The Burning Cathedral |

garvermenthuman conditionhuman rightslife

Colour - Black

Although you are

in essence an absence

you are always deliberate,

mysterious and silent,

a shadow following,

a shade from the sun,

impression gives colour

but you remain intact

with none.

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Monsters in our midst | Unholy Communion | From a sedentary position |




Woody Guthrie

your songs were authentic

as you sang of the land

the land that was yours.

You rode that ol' railroad

a blues dust bowl singer,

just a tired and lonesome

'Hard travellin' man


You were a poet

a bard and a dreamer

facing the world

with guitar in your hand,

you sang to the people

who picked up on your meaning,

you gave us Bob Dylan


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Also by Dorothy Webb:



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Why do I now prefer writing in my bedroom?

when I have a perfectly good study

- a space cleared for thought?


I feel inspired to dream while I’m awake in here

- not there. Is it because I’ve just coated

the room and everything in it, a lilac pink? 


Is that the colour of my inspiration?      ...

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Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:

Vancouver Haiku | I am love. | Renovations 1 |

InspirationMother's Lovepoem

End of the World

I breathed in the cold and hardened my heart,

I flew with wings made of bone and crystal tears

I walked in a desolate gallery of unknown art,

And shouted with impudence in spite of fears


I bound my sorrow tightly and didn't let it squirm

I laughed at the silence just to hear a voice

But shuddered when the dark answered in return

Should have stayed silent, now regret my ch...

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Spring songs appear like ghosts

Hovering over the horizon

Happy memories

Playing in fields of daffodils

Golden rainbows

Mixed with stripes of hyacinth blue

Amber shadows projecting skyward

Against the rays of the rising sun

Time stands still as trees blossom

And fauns scamper among daydreams

Everlasting solitude of rebirth

For the dawning of a new day

A new seas...

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Also by Bruce Levine:

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

A Journey Forward

A Journey Forward


I do not fear being carried aloft

with all cares cast aside with me enwrapt

Sprinkled with holy water to cleanse

with clouds of incense to uplift

My departure will be as silent as time spent

to fly on the wings of angels to him who sent me

No regret shall accompany this onward journey

only the bells that ring the memories of times past

Farewell mor...

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Also by keith jeffries:

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

think back/pink black

i am idiot young and 

in the back of the car 

i close my eyes just so 

the light of the sun 

between the trees beats a tattoo 

behind my lids and lenses 

and that is all I want to be 

just then - isolation 

pink black pink black pink black 

a heartbeat from 8 minutes before 

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Also by Stuart Buck:

providence | i am made of water and so are you |

Just being me

I want to change people views on me,

In which theirs eyes has a distorted view they see.

I was once wild and free,

But now theirs a broken heart inside me.


I used to fearless and free,

But this pain has gripped me .

I once thought love could conquer it all,

But with it comes the greatest fall.


I let my barriers break to low,

I took a risk so my feelings were on...

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Also by Joy LuvCamnkiancaleb Morris:

The branches of love |

You would never believe me

You would never believe me if I told you that.. 
there are thorns in my conscience.. 
Of leaving faith and allegiance.. 

You would never believe me if I told you that.. 
there are hidden layers to the spoken truth.. 
Persistent lies lived in the times of youth..
You would never believe me if I told you that.. 
dark demons still reside in these caverns.
Dark and light shades of moralit...

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Also by mona s:

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 |

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