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Under the Ladder


I Don’t Even Have To Hope You Go To Hell.
With That Evil Grin
Come Lurking Around The Corner.
And I Don’t Feel The Need To
Sell Myself To You.
Turning On The Screw.
So I’m Just.
And Just Keep On Writing
Underneath The Ladder.
Old Timer, Turn The Volume Down.
Pages Turn, Yet Here I Burn.
Never One To Be Part Of This World.

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Also by The Black Bile:

Method | Smutt | Reality | Darker Side of Reason | 1960 | Diablo | Killer | Latter | Crows | Grimwood | Apathetic Empathy | White | Time Another | Yellow | Red | Moon | Curse of the Fuzzy Dice | Witches and Wizards | Manning | Blue | Thanksgiving | Werewolf | Pack Up and Leave | Black | The Sparrow | 333 | The Wizard | Cyclops | Chlorine | Tribe | Blew Away | Old Soul | One Day Jester | In The Sand | Prom | Flat Water | In Threes | Rosemary | Lake Insomnia | Parking Lot | Old | Another | Ferris Wheel | Fur | Plastic Devils | Death, Like Wax | Brutal Fable | Some Glow | Candle Maker | X | Eternal Bruise | Town of Grey | Scavengers | Pretty Girls and Serial Killers | Eyeliner | Withdrawn | Macabre Theater | Hidden | Blasphemy | The Pearl | A Week From 21 | Dorment | Albino | Peaceful Death | Crow Fossils | Fragile Wizard |

Cannibal JonesPast

Clean

We need all our shit, like desperate junkies,

The blinkered authors of our own sorrow,

The materialistic king of the monkeys,

We know we must stop, but not 'til tomorrow

 

It can't carry on, this rate of consumption,

We know it, but fuck it, it's just one more day,

And don't rush to judge, don't make the assumption,

That you're any better, despite what you say.

 

We a...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Passive by choice, Aggressive by nature. | A Thousand Miles | National Limerick Day | Little Birds | The Silent Grey | Fading | The Power Of Ten |

Mom & Pop

 

 

The corner store

groceries and meat

butcher behind the counter

working away cutting steaks

the owner up at the checkout

only 3 registers

wife on #2

the kids stocking shelves

carrying out groceries

they lived upstairs

and were always there

worked everyday except Sunday

the whole family working together

friendly and kind and industrious

the corner ...

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Also by d.knape:

Over My Head | Grocery/Surgery | Windows | Let Heaven Wait | Current Conditions | People & Pets | Car Company | Ditz, The Dog | BENT | Who You Gonna Call? | A Sign Of God | How Many Kisses | How To Win A Poetry Contest | Non-Fat Poem | The Vacant Lot | Getting Out From Under | sorry | I CAN STILL DO MANLY THINGS | Who We Were | All Rights Reserved | Mother's Sewing Machine | Oh O |

Firm resolution

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Firm resolution
Saturday,25th May 2019

Any girl may think!
and sink in the thought
what lies ahead?
she may try to read

it is no easy
when you remain busy
in life and get no time
it hunts the mind all the times

Life has many puzzles
and involves a personal struggle 
that is feared by many people
but she has a different angle

she is not only adamant
but clear when presents 
...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

Let it be not late | So much of confidence | All these errors | I am nothing here | Love is not | Keep smiling | Only preservation | Next to God | No parallel for freedom | Light is within | Their contribution here | Count no days | With decent behavior | Never hurt feelings | Got an answer | Break any wall | Let no one think here | How long to plead? | Unable to define | Only a woman on | Of new trust | On different track | Prefer to be quiet | So difficult | For the falsedhood | The falsehood | Deep impression | It is the reality | No sign | With then word | Life may go on | Smile only if | Nights look | What a way to feel? | Constant fear | the only love | Writng fraternity | Fast without food/water | Use words | Enormous strength | Each day and | Lovely desire and | Not survive either | Bring in | The poetry | Happy Ramadan and | Terrorist gamble | My own kingdom | Rose is rose | Only love and | Never to find her | Magical moment | Don't leave God | With the peace | So much of | The garden of | The divine tolerance power | Use the heart |

Jadia4708au

The futile finality of Mr and Mrs Martyr

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adapted from a very old school playground rhyme sung to in various games the kids played to which the lines were..

 

One two three hilairah

I saw my Aunty Claira

sitting on her bumtilarah

eating choclate soldiers.

_______________________________________________________________________________________

Ref-Location Iraq or Syria

_______________________________________________...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Clouds | Whale shark | Yemenese death menu | Little Monarch | Bloodiest flower |

Powers Lost

 

Who has strong arms 
that gather the warm winds,
clever fingers 
that weave them through your hair?

Where you look
who throws diamonds of sunlight wide across the sea
or where you sit
holds a dappled parasol of living leaves above your head
just as you may wish?

Whose, the enchanted path you would choose to walk?
And whose, the soft cloud playing pillow for your dream?

Creatu...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

WHAT? | Chiaroscuro | In Tune | A Dog In The Picture | Help Me Make Sense Of This | Fever | Just Put Your Lips Together And Blow | Brooklands Lakes |

Her Name Is E...

A day without E is better off Breathless,

May my soul escape if my stream is empty.

 

Seek and find the girl named E,

packed with love she doesn't discriminate,

Her race is spectrum body tailored to your preference.

 

Undergo E she'll turn the toughest man empathetic.

Open your eyes wide as the sky,

Her love brings out a high unreal,

to experience one must be willing ...

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Also by Logan Turner:

Addiction Spell |

addictaddictiondeepDrugslovepassionpassionatepoemreal lifereflections

the mourning

The mourning

It was an early morning

The day before Christmas

The phone rang

I reluctantly answered

Your mother is dead.

I couldn’t get a flight

Took the dog for a walk

In the woods,

But this day she walked close to me

And didn’t hunt rabbits.

Coming home

I sat by the bed and cried.

At Chrismas Eve

I gave my dog a cream cake

When thinking of my mother

...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

Pascal | half a life | FACEBOOK | Linkin | death of a comedian | a bad day | breasts | shoplifting | living forever | the lonely years | abortion law | who is? | Alfred getting old | to a friend | the eagle | old dogs and so on | a rare moment | freak of nature | headless | a woman's revenge | the nature of love |

Piece of pie

Can I find a youth available

as expert coach for local numbskull?

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Also by Brian Maryon:

The Secret Ballot | Conversation at Silverstone | Calam | POTW | Invitation to a wedding evening do | Godless Day AD 2129 | Total Reliance |

Ivanovka (thoughts on Sergei Rachmaninoff)

https://wolfgarwords.com/  

 

Chords struck like bells,

within the straddle of a hand,

Ivanovka rang out to the stolen land.

 

Through Summers and peasant days

before The Great Silence,

the artist plays.

 

Though men without music crushed the soul

the melody remained,

and through decades of winters the refrain refrained.

 

It flowered in blooms that smothe...

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Also by Wolfgar:

A cleansing by fire | Mickey Cupples | Burning in and burning out | Gone from me and you | Oblivioni traditæ | Babel-buzz | Toward the Bliss |

Young and Naive

Young and naive,
That's what you called me.
I should have known then.

I should have known,
But I still cannot believe
That you would be the one
To rape me of that youth,

Penetrate my innocent mind with venality
Force depravity down my throat
And then leave me naked and vulnerable
Lying alone in the grass on the side of the road

In what was left of the illusion of disbelief
I watc...

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Also by Tacet Veritas:

Shift | Gracefully | Running and Chasing | Silence II | I Ran | Would You Believe | The Only Thing | I Left Off |

Ghosts

 

The ghosts in my life 

Take the time to touch me 

Then disappear 

 

Changing faces

Changing forms

They’re always there

 

Saving me from 

Darkness

And even worse 

 

If I start 

To pursue them 

They come only to haunt 

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

interior exile | San Francisco, circa 1968 | Under the new contract | The re-election | Jogging | Not this | Charades | Staring at the son | Hyenas | his secret word | The Wait | Thursdays at the expensive cafe |

Pete

I'm sorry, Pete, that I rarely visit where your remains

Were laid that terrible day in December 1996. You are often

In my heart. Forty-one is no age to part from all you love

But I know how brave you were. When your kidneys finally

Packed up you were twenty-one and in love. I only found

Out after you'd died, that you'd written to the girl and set

Her free by telling her you no lo...

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Also by John E Marks:

The roses of Andalusia | No more morning dew | Coastal blues | For my mother | Mensch | MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE | Savant Song | Space-time | Place of recovery | ANGELUS BELL | The meaning of the seas | Humid nightmare lute musik | The beautiful, sublime | Chasing the butterfly, catching the lion | A moment of vision | An Irish Halloween | Our endless, numbered days | Mediterranean | The merry, merry month of May | Seeing things | A Litany for the Living | Sketches in a minor key | Diagnosis | KINVARA ROAD 1986 | Seppuku* | Mondays on the Moon | KEEPING THE FAITH | BITE YOUR TONGUE | A re-creation | Go tell the Riverman | Moses Maimonides 1135 - 1204 |

TIME TO EXIT

TIME TO EXIT

eyes
that
hypnotize
couldn't be
strong
wasn't
long
bfore i
fell
under
your spell
a touch
like voodoo
hard time
escaping you
magic at
first
uncovered
the curse
your
wizardry
was lost
on me
home we
made
just a trick
you played
nothing but
an illusion
that had me
in confusion
when the
curtain closed
went from
prince to toad
putting on
 a show
was y...

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Also by cindylee loucks:

NOT GONNA FOLD | BACK | TRAIL OF POEMS | WOULD BE WRONG | KARMAGEDDON | ROCKET | WRITER | LOVE'S NOT PING PONG | GROW | NEW DAY DAWNS |

POEMS by cindy lee loucks

Mr. Melancholy

Mr. Melancholy

You know the one who's not too jolly

I called him the other day

Just to say hello

He was feeling lost and sorry

But told me not to worry

He'd be happy soon enough

In a day or two

He was forever feeling lonely

And would often say "...if only.."

I always try to make him laugh

Sometimes he does.

Not much of a drinker

He is quite the heavy thinker

...

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

Pride | Clickety Clique | Your Vagueness Is | Kentucky Derby 2019 | Procrastinator's Perplexity | Carnival |

DEAD MAY WALKING

So - at last we've reached the day

When we know May is on her way;

She might complain of a poisoned chalice

But what chance of sympathy at the Palace -

Playing politics with the public fate

Of a much respected Head of State?

Repeatedly trotting to and fro

Doing her best to make a show

Of getting the EU to agree

To what they'd never intend to be...

The loss of UK membe...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN | RELIGIONISTS | HOUR BY HOUR - a modern day limerick | LOOKING A-HEAD! | DAY BY DAY | FOR BETTER...OR WORSE? |

When life, sometimes gets fucked up without a reason

 

Tell me something about you

One thing that defines your core

Make it simple 

Uncomplicated

Make it easy to understand

 

I’ll tell you something about me

One thing I was born to be

 

I am 

an exclamation mark

 

Not a comma, full stop

A question mark?

Definitely not!

 

An exclamation mark!

 

And when life, sometimes

without a reason,

g...

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Also by Julia G:

Take me with you | Chair | Me |

sexual apocalypse at the gym poem

imagine if you had stayed there forever 

on the cross fit, arms flailing comically 

legs metronomic, pumping sad alone 

nothing in your stomach but powdery bile 

sweat pouring off you, drenching the floor 

pooling in dewy puddles on the pedals 

staining the blue carpet tiles, trickling  

in salty ravines, hitting the mirrors 

cascading down the steps, bursting forth 

fro...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

matches | cosmic fuck poem | click/clack |

Dancing Shadows

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    Right there in front of our eyelids. Beating sylhouettes, shaking waves, swallowing the last crystals from the ground. Transcending the sounds with a great rage and leaving the pace behind while calling it unsuccessfully back again. At the place where paleness combines with moonlight in the most disasterous ways, protecting their last luminescence alive.
    Shadows dancing through shadows of...

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Also by Dragan Bozilov:

Raining In The South | Scarlet | Good Morning Dear You |

creative writinglife writinglove poetrywritingwriting walk

ON THE BONE

 

Ther's a tiger in my kitchen eating breakfast

he ate Aunt Sally first then Cousin Jim,

then he ate my Mother my Sister and my Brother

now they're all mixed up inside his toothy grin.

 

Noon's the time he likes to have his dinner

he'll smile at people walking down the street,

then he'll rub his head against their unsuspecting legs

to feel the  ratio of bone to good red ...

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Also by Dorothy Webb:

WELCOME TO WESTMINSTER | CRAIG | RETREAT | CHARABANC | BITTERSWEET | HONEY BUZZARD | PUPPET MASTER CLASS | MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR | ABSOLUTE NONSENSE | THE SON OF ROBIN - HIS POEM |

The Dinosaur Who Came to Play

You think I’d be impressed because a tiger came to tea?
I’ll have you know, a stegosaurus came to visit me.
He rang the doorbell yesterday, at twenty five past four.
I couldn’t let him in - he wouldn’t fit through our front door.
I put my shoes and coat on and we went to play outside.
He wasn’t bad at seek, but he was terrible at hide.
He played quite well in goal, although he couldn’t kick ...

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PINK

One year, in Bermuda, I was supply teaching

An Infants' Class, four and five-year-olds

Bright, eager, trusting children.

Christmas was just two weeks away.

We were having an 'Art Activity'

Tearing, cutting, biting paper to bits

To make a personal collage of 'Christmas'

On the general idea:

'How does Christmas make you FEEL - in COLOUR!'

It was a bold undertaking, and t...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Bossy Boots! | STICKS | Playing On The River Promenade |

Children

These two poems I think pair up well together.  The first written to celebrate the birth of our first grandchild five years ago, the second written last year after a visit and time spent with him and his two brothers.

Nathaniel's Villanelle

Now welcome into this world little one.

You know no-one, nothing yet,

Yet from Him who knows all you come.

 

Your father, your mother als...

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Also by afishamongmany:

Here is the News | An Ode to The Puppiteers | An Amazonian Proverb | Home is ....? | Ding! Dong! |

birthchildrengenerationsgowing up

Going back leads nowhere

The past, he said, is something best eradicated

as if it was a time murdered victim of drained unimportance

worthy only of being buried in oblivion.

 

Or consider it, he added

like you would an unuseful damaging tool

that disrepairs the future. 

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Also by Rose Casserley:

Tube station blues | A love kill | praising the beloved | Venus personified | Escariot | beach tenant |

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untitled

 

while the sorry processional

of flickering drifters strides onstage,

stutters mid-stage, then stumbles off

we live together and love

in the unruffled granite bedded

crystal clear ice-blue rock pool

of my thought world

 

ah but you walked the nave

hand in hand with another

glinting smiles right and left

and my sorrowful sighs

are drowning in the ...

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Also by Rick:

untitled #1 | Donegal Eden (revised) | a random revison from new book 'chatting with Saoirse' | Tulaigh Ua Thiomain (November 8 1987) (revision for next book) | A Tower in Silence (revised) |

FLY PIGEON

The pigeon is a miracle of digestion,

like a 747 lands anywhere it can find a space

flaps down to decimate the garden plan

of spring delights.

Like the whale with plankton

the succulent buds it doth consume,

and once re-fuelled, flaps up

its beady flight it doth resume.

 

For the rest of the year its diet is basic,

then it dreams of long distance and messages carried,

...

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Also by ray pool:

CLOSING THE CIRCLE | THE OFFICIAL VERSION OF EVENTS | HI HAIKU | ANTEDISESTABLISHMENT VEGETARIANISM | A JOCULAR AND DERISIVE POEM WHAT I WROTE WITH A SUITABLY LONG TITLE TO GET EVERYBODY'S ATTENTION - CLEVER EH? | TAKING THE PLUNGE |

Without you

Days begin and end with you.. 
You, a flicker of smile in times of blue. 
Reinventing life's chapters anew..
Sparkling exchanges always to brew.. 
Precious moments spent, seem only few
why we met, one is still to construe
Yet propelling  life goals to pursue
On blank canvas, hopeful images you drew.. 
Something  to be shared,which is due..
Life is simply clueless without you.. 

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Also by mona s:

Horror | Alliterative Haiku | Life goes on... | Center of Universe | Sleep | A Limerick | Locked | Encounter -A Haiku | Dear Tagore | Creature | Anxious |

Green Shadows

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The bucket of water distorts
the image of the sky when kicked
a mirror stretching into infinite ovals.

In this I am a golden leaf
and the light stretches through me
a ragged parchment in candle-light.

Where the green shadows
intersect with the love we live
I can see a buried garden-

a lazy, hothouse dream
of terracotta and porcelain
and thieves in the night

that went to sleep u...

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2019

The 24/7 365 Cell

Twenty four seven, three six five
Before imprisonment I felt alive
Free to do whatever I wanted
Without any fear or disappointment

Now I’m a slave and no longer free
Controlled by a screen and a PCB
It’s got that way that I can’t let it go
Every fact and answer I need to know

I used to have pets, a cat and poodle 
Now I touch and stroke my Google
It’s my closest companion from dawn t...

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Also by Fred Varden:

Set ‘em up Joe (tribute to Doris Day) | ODE TO ARCHIE | Eclectic Mix | Four Lines | Parenthood |

JUST ONE HOOK

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(A Facebook chum of mine, Richard Harries, saw this photo of abandoned golf clubs at his local recycling centre and described at "unutterably sad".  I concur)

 

Just one hook

That’s all it took, yeah,

Just one hook

That’s all it took, yeah,

 

Just one hook

And I knew-ew-ew

That golf

And me were through-ough-ough

 

Just one hook

With a wood –oo-ood

And I kn...

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Also by John Coopey:

MILLENNIAL BURNOUT | NEW YORKERS | "GLORY, GLORY, HAIL TO MOURA" | BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC | ON THE CREST OF A TROUGH | HOW FRAGILE ALL THIS IS |

'Man-Size' Issues !

 

‘Man-Size’ Issues !

 

So, now those ‘Man-Size’ tissues

are named ‘Extra-Large’ instead.

It’s another “sexist” issue

that is messing with me ‘ead!

 

It seems, the major problem

is all centred around ‘Man’.

Folk find this word offensive

but I’m ‘flummoxed’ if I can !

 

I’m fearing for the future

if this nonsense carries on.

‘Cos they’ll ban the ‘Man’ fr...

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Also by John Andrew Nield:

A 'Fitting' Tale. | Chess Pains ! | Surprise Party! | Down, the 'Chippy'. | A Fond Farewell ! | 'Caravan Man' | 'Hairstray'! |

Courage

 

Sitting in the exam hall,
exhausted,
mind bogged ;
with ratios, equations and curves,
I looked around in agony
to find a reason to continue,
just in time,
to find the invigilator roaming nearby,
carrying a stack of paper, with one hand.

I looked at him to find traces of,
misery, anger and hopelessness.
but,
a kind, encouraging smile
is what I got.
Which alone was enough
to ge...

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Also by Miyurangi:

The little tea plucker | The wait |

couragedeterminationinspiring poems

Comedy Hitler

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COMEDY HITLER


Comedy Hitler?
Freddie Starr? Charlie Chaplin?
No - Nigel Farage

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High) [MUSIC VERSION] |

brexitfreddie starrhaikuhitlernigel faragesatire

Haunted

Sitting alone staring out the window
Disheartened at what she has become
Frozen in time
Unable to move forward
Revisiting her past
Belonging neither here or there
She is at best a lost soul
Her heart broken by one
Only to be found by another
Yet still her heart aches
Void of positive emotion
Contentment escapes her
A never ending struggle
Wanting to forgive
Unable to forget
Haunted ...

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Also by Jane Briganti:

After All This Time | Planet Earth | The Beach | A Second Heart | Words On A Page | True Love | Why We Write | Be Whole |

Against Apathy (2019 version)

This poem was conceived in 2013 as a response to none voters. For years I did not vote but was vocal on the state of the country. certain parts to reflect the current change in Britain has been rewritten to give the piece more of a serious message. thanks for reading and do your bit today.

Nevermind the ballots!
is what the none-voters like to say
but quite frankly I'm sick of Brexit, Farage ...

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Also by Keiron Higgins:

Grandfather. |

punk poetryvoting apathyvoting day

It's True

I shall shake off the stench of death, oh, so stale and dull

I shall, I shall.

 

I will so engage in all that's good, in all that's just and real

I will, I will.

 

I do so cherish all;  and I do love you, see you, hear you.

I do, I do.

 

I shall shake off the stench of death,oh so stale and dull

I shall fight Him till my last breath before I join His thrall

I will ...

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Also by Mae Foreman:

Last Letter (Epigram #2) | Before I Go (Epigram #1) | The Penultimate Chapter | Maturity | Girl's Letter to Shakespeare | Will | Dread of the Dream | Note with Note |

Painted window frames with broken glass

Hiding the scars from plain site

It's not a memory-

But a story you tell...

Walls build mansions

with concrete and mortar

Glued together thoughts 

Conspiracies

Transparencies

Melted with gold

Stirred in a pot

Over flames

Eyes rolled backwards

Cat walks down the street

Straight lines

Curved answers

Draw pictures on the glass

shattered from the pressur...

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The Only Band That Mattered! - a tribute to the Clash

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The Only Band That Mattered!

This is a public service announcement
Without guitars! - But how they still ring in my ears
The first time I saw the Clash
a memory frozen in time, after all these years
with Mikey Dread on the 16 Tons Tour
the lights went down
cue Ernie Tennessee Ford
we charged over the seats
I've no idea how many rows
then the lights come up
to Safe European Home!
The ...

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Also by Jeffarama!:

It's OK, NOT to be OK... |

Black And White

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I clamor on the street 
Watch it wave like trees
I knew I wasn't free
Life is becoming a bee

I walk far from homeland 
Became a pathfinder 
The leaves round me are brown
Need walk to green land 

Home became a security lane 
Walk miles to sustain 
They watches like I'm insane 
With guards that constrain 

Land fully rich with milk and honey 
My Thoughts yawn to sow
My feelin...

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Also by Kporho Raphael Oyeke:

Mad House |

Dating a Friend

There was darkness and then there was you

Though to be sure the light never moved

A warm hearth at the end of a blizzard

A hole in my heart I’d patch over haphazard

Drove me to find you in my soul

Until I filled that gaping hole

With your infinite love and hope

You gave me just enough rope

To pull myself out of abyss

With your own version of selflessness

 

You wait...

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Also by Josie Harris:

New Boyfriend | "I Know What Comfort Is" | Generations | Hurts The Same Way |

A lucky escape on the X43 bus from Manchester to Burnley on the motorway near Bury

Manchester was buzzing and full of fun,

Many had travelled for the Sunday10k run.

On boarding the bus back to Burnley,the X43,

The people were happy and full of glee.

Chatting and laughing discussing their day.

But something really scary was to happen on the motorway.

At 50m.p.h. the bus did cruise,

Passengers watching and admiring the views.,

A brick was hurled at the driv...

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Sulphur Flame 2

What did she wear that night, what was her name?

He retraces his steps to that place

The place where she waited – for him

He can still feel the cool iron rails slipping through his fingers

The warm summer night’s air on the back of his hand

He remembers being calm, very calm

But for a sense of tension rising, from inside

He stopped, almost at the top of the steps

She stood,...

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Also by Graham Parker and his musings:

Cultus Decorum | Divide and conquer | Sulphur Flame | On her mother's step |

Cotton

I hurt someone today, you know what, I did.

I purchased a T-shirt, cotton, from Egypt.

 

They used up water from artesian wells,

Now dry, in the desert, away from the Nile.

 

The cotton was picked, nearly for free,

And so it was made, least it seems thus to me.

 

Three pounds fifty is what I forked out,

An amount you’ll agree isn’t a spree.

 

I can clothe my fam...

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Also by Rich:

Sparks |

Un soneto para tí

El radiante sol que alumbra mi día

Tú con tus ojos de dulce oscuridad

Con una alma de dulce sensualidad

Y calentaste mi persona fría

 

Y con una suavidad me caía

Y me paso por pura casualidad

Tú con tu gentil caballerosidad

No sabía el veneno que bebía

 

Deseo de aún roto corazón

Más veneno por esta alma corrupta

Salvavida para mi mente oscura

 

Futuro dol...

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SURGEON GENERAL’S WARNING

Pall Mall Red Pixie 

 

May 68 bottles break down these walls

 

‘98 skating

 

Small but fragile doobie - the roach that burns my fingertips.

 

Uncomfortable positions but staying for the pleasure of conversations. Conversations that subtracts the 20 “CLASS A CIGARETTES” in one pack.

 

City slicker delves into a unfamiliar environment to leave the conscience, as a mecha...

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Blue’s big pajama party (1999) |

Mothers

Mothers

in all their blind-driven, driven blind caresses

And plaster-stuck, never-empty chests of neverminds

Sleep, never again, each night of their mother life.

 

Bedraggled

as a May blackbird, hopping half-starved and careless

to gain a moment singing a whisper to the moon,

fall into a womb convoluted drowse

 

Washing

down and fending off the black years

of sh...

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My Mea Culpa To The Future

Tomorrow's cohort have cause to complain:

we've squandered their birthright (this fragile earth,)

burning resources for personal gain

and left them all this mess. For what it's worth

 

though we've claimed no right nor shown contrition

for leaving their world denuded of life,

with nature in such a raped condition,

stripped by our greed at the point of a knife.

 

Too f...

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A Life (1897-1980) | Raison D'Etre | SONNET: MY MATE MARK RIP (1956 – 92)  |

Strawberry

I lather my self in sticky strawberries knowing it is the scent of my sweat they crave.

But being a good girl suites me and who am I to ruin their painting,

They so delicately stroked.

You blend my skin into my bones,

Washing me in oils of peach and rose.

Drowning in the aura of everyone,

You let the wind dry me.

But rain begins to fall,

Collecting the image you thought was...

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