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Dancing Shadows

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    Right there in fron 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 |

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Welcome to The Shift,

Where every fiber of your soul has been preparing for this,

Where dark and light combine and angels and demons kiss,

Where conscious meets unconscious and truth meets every question that exists 


We didn't forget, we were blinded by a false reality 

Conforming every day to generic human monotony

'Wouldnt it be great,' we thought, 'if someday we could jus...

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Also by Tacet Veritas:

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



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:


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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interior exile


range of motion 
constricted to morning thoughts

sounds of the ocean
beating on distant drums

tracing planes
in the sweep of a brush

thoughts of escape 
paused with new promises


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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

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 |


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 |


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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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) |

Over My Head


I am a minnow

among many fishes

I swim in the shallows

where I know I can be safe

I hide in the weeds

my thoughts are never deep

I don't have the wherewithal

I am still learning how to swim

anything too deep

is over my head

it's obvious

from this poem.



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Also by d.knape:

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 |


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:


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 |



The talented contrarian

Christopher Hitch said when

He was dying

He believed in the Pascal theory

50% chance that god existed

And 50% against

He said this with a smile and

Added I  like  surprises


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Also by jan oskar hansen:

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 |

Addiction Spell

A desire stronger than the weight of the world, nothing in life matters more than the intake of poison, fogged mind and clouded vision,

Tell Me What's Love Compared To Addiction

controlled by controlled substance your own worst enemy living physically but empty mentally,

Happiness Depleted Unless Using Of Course My Best Friend Is My Drug Of Choice

scared of facing withdrawals to much p...

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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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The roses of Andalusia

(for Rachel)

The splashes of red, the heady bloom,

The opulent smell, patchouli oil, lingering.

In a marbled room: a certain slant of light,

Reveals these Andalusian roses creeping

Along the fence between Mudejar and Christian.

Between Morisco and Jew, between my lover and I,

Such dirty sweet hauntings

Under the heavy crimson blue skies of Cordova

Fleeting days, like the...

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Also by John E Marks:

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 |

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 |


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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:


'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'! |



Sitting in the exam hall,
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.
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 |

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Comedy Hitler

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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


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Beautiful congregations

embracing each other

in white silence.


Softest mountains

in a heavenly slideshow

of vapourous landscapes.


An ethereal armada

of everchanging shapes

drifting en masse

without destinations.



Patricia Wilde

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

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


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. |

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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 |


It Came For You In Black And White
When It Was Not That Easy.
It Fostered Homes For You All Your Life
But They Were Not That Easy.
In Third Person We Can All Agree
That The Kennedys Killed Norma Jean.
If Nothing Will Ever Be The Same,
Who Could You Turn Into?
Just Stray Doll, Into Another Day
And Mystery Ensues.
I Want To Take Your Picture.
Where Can I Find This Creature?
Love In 1960,...

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Also by The Black Bile:

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 JonesSong

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 



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 |

The Secret Ballot

I shall toddle off to the polling station

wearing my Brexit Party hat

my Brexit Party tie

and my Brexit Party socks

but I shan't tell you how I'll cast my vote

that's between me and the ballot box!

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Also by Brian Maryon:

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


(Noting missing comments from blogs)

Well now, what is there to say

About observations that have gone away?

Comments on a blog to add to the content

Disappear from sight - whatever that act meant!

As if a magic wand has waved in rejection

Of what is remarked via some censored selection.

Abracadabra - vanished from view,

It wasn't by me...

So - was it by you?


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Also by M.C. Newberry:


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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can't feel
my feet
under me
defying laws
of gravity
rose colored
got me
kickin ass
don't look
before i leap
think before
i speak
gonna do what
i please
no ceiling
or floors
that's what walls
are for
if ignorance
is bliss
i'm giddy
with it
yes i
might slip
don't give
a flip
rather rely
on tarot cards
than not follow
my ...

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Also by cindylee loucks:


POEMS by cindy lee loucks

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 |


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 |

Take me with you

Up in flames

I go

Burning to the core

Always wanting more



For an ocean 

to put out the fire



For a way to end 


Take me up 

To the stars

Take me to the place 

away from Earth 


Where the air flows

Time stops

Life doesn’t seek more 


Take me with you

Whoever you are

Show me that you care


Fill me ...

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Also by Julia G:

Chair | Me |

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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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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Also by .gray:

Blue’s big pajama party (1999) |



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.



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



down and fending off the black years

of sh...

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A cleansing by fire



The first mouthful turns me inside out,

my soul screams down a tunnel of memories.


The slap, the fist, the spittle in my eyes

the sound of my mothers whimpering cries.


A key in the door, the stairwells echo

panicked faces in torch-light.


The desert with impact craters like a scarred brain,

sack cloth floating in the hot seared a...

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Also by Wolfgar:

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

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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Also by Richie Muster:

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


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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Also by Madalyne:

Trying |

You & Me


You & Me



Together we may see the Devil Dance

& together we may see God cry in vain

How Our typical eyes

So often only notice the typical guise



Like so many on this sphere I know

You’re undervalued

Lost like a sailor in the vast ocean blue

Come along with me

Let me make you feel new



I’ll caress every ...

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His grandmother made us drink

before work began.

Sour wine and cough mixture

by the taste of things:

a poisonous warmth expanding

like a pack of nails inside.

It was seven o'clock

and cold fields had not woken

from their early dew.

The cat's called Socrates, she said,

because he ate the hemlock

in the garden, over there

past our broken tractor,


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Also by john short:


Feckless youth

Oh, dissolute and feckless youth

When wiliest thou surrender to all that is given

Wiliest thou not seize with both hands

All that is offered and granted freely to thee

The boundless pounding rhythm that rises in thy chest

Does thou not recognise all that lays

In rich and fertile soil

Beneath the crust of barely hidden dust


Wilt thou not lift thy face and greet the sun


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Also by Martin Elder:

Another visit |

Future's Past

Past has always chased Future's Present;

for Past envies its favored presence.


Mockery laced with lust

as injections plump busts.


Yet, Children of the Sun

will remain to be shunned.


Hot remains split like us

till we reach Exodus!


Hollowed we lie down deep;

your ass best wake from sleep!


Past was shiny, now played out.

Present is dying and s...

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Also by Poetikaly Anointed:

Motherhood, A Poem About Mothers | Human Writes, A Poem About Protecting Human Rights |


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