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poetry critic

Critical of a poem


I have never expressed a critic of a poem because I don’t know

What the poet was thinking of when he/she wrote it.

No one, to my knowledge, sets out to write a bad poem.

Therefore a poem written and published is a good one

even if the penmanship might be a bit shaky.

I do not care so much about spelling I can correct it

in my head, the only thing that a...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

the weakling | the mourning | 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 |

Heatless Summer

How is it that you don't remember

Of that one heatless summer?

Silence everywhere, no soul in sight

After that huge destructing fight.


Rotting flesh and guns and smoke

As they used their weapons to provoke.

None tried to stop the wild and fiery bloodshed,

Filling the field with thousands of bodies, all dead.


Streams and rivulets filled with blood,

Thunder and l...

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Also by Leena:

Warfare Struggle | Captive |

#war #death #deadly #bloodshed #hope #day #night

St Martin

(Notes from La Dordogne 2)

Sunday, a real Sunday
nothing stirs but  the fodder grass,
it’s tall again but not ready for the blade
needing sun as do we.
Only the fractured peal of the Eglise St Martin 
measures out the day’s stumbling progress
with an atheistic clank.
Eagerly awaited holiday books are finally creased,
and mysteries, adventures and romances unfold
as a lazy guilt seeps f...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Pouffiasse |

Conflict of Interest

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Grievances endured at the barrels of my heart,

Eroded the barriers masking the forbidden thoughts:

I dreamt of longevity, the feeling of being secure,

It was a plan, and plans inevitably become obscured,

My dream of this future became a catalyst to my motivation,

You were well aware, as it was always kept transparent,

But you harbored your guilt and let me use my motivation to su...

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God Father

Shall it be spent,

This way to Sundays,

An after image of the night?


Over the days,

In throughout the measurable decay,

And fathered be the day gone by.


Gathering in circles,

We walk amongst the shore,

Places to behold in anguish and sacrificial obstinance.


Brotherly in nature,

And hollow be thy name,

The greatest forgotten,

And we are all the sam...

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Also by Adrian Metcalf:

Friday | Fuck Narcissists | Afternoon Delight |

The epistemology of blue

In praise of the refusers

Those who'll never bend;

For only in opposition

Will you never find a friend.


In praise of the contrary,

Those who'd refuse to bend the knee

To the cultured, rich and ugly,

They'd rather think for themselves, gleefully..


In faint praise of sceptical believers

Deceivers who can see both sides

Who'll never want to be open

Yet never...

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Also by John E Marks:

Life on Mars | Aftermath | Pete | 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 |



After we met, when we both

watched out for the other

(you were as sharp as a needle),

when we quietly moved on to “going out”,

I was drawn, most of all, by your

darting, quizzical eyes (swift as arrows)

and that slight furrow lying low in your

forehead (you said this was unremarkable,

I said maybe you should chill a little).

And now and then y...

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Also by Peter Taylor:



Couldn't have you just listened just for once
No your shattered heart was too loud for you
Now I'm here worried to death about you
Awfully amused by that by the corner of doom
This picture was way too black and blue
Every rose has its thorns for protection
As I sit in this puddle of unworthiness
I ask myself why did I have to leave
Maybe I could have helped you a little bit more
your beau...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Hazelnut Cakes | Unholy | Jukebox Kid | Chemicals | Sulphur | The Monster of Ingolstadt | Grave of the Fireflies |

Good for You

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Good for you,
    found your flow.
Good for you,
    got that healthy glow.
Good for you,
    navigating storms like a willow.
Good for you,
    used your pain as fuel to grow.
Good for you,
    no more living on tiptoe.
Good for you,
    no longer afraid of the scarecrow.
Good for you,
    escaped the tornado.
Good for you,
    found your rainbow.
Good for you,
    taking time to...

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Also by Vautaw:

Father | Daughter | Mother | Moral Abyss | Twisted Love |

average joedarkness to lightenlightenedfaithindigo childinspiring poemlightloverelationshipsstormsstrengthsuccessvangogh


(Can you tell I've been dusting today?)


Where do cobwebs come from anyway?

I genuinely don't have the slightest clue,

'Cos the word "Web" suggests there's a spider involved,

But I don't believe that, do you?


If that's true, when I look at the ragged,

Bedraggled, dangling thread,

I think, "If that came out of a spider,"

"It's either pissed or on its death bed!"

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

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


They met ,silhouettes of caressing minds.. 
Fascinating rendezvous, one of its kinds 
Seldom strikes those Northern lights. 
Pure ecstatic emotion ignites.. 
No present,no past or future claimed.. 
Relation, enigmatic and unnamed.. 
Meeting, crossing those reality bridges.. 
Embracing, holding hands in admission.
in another parallel life and existence
Walking towards a spectacular horizon...

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Also by mona s:

Without you | Horror | Alliterative Haiku | Life goes on... | Center of Universe | Sleep | A Limerick | Locked | Encounter -A Haiku | Dear Tagore | Creature | Anxious |

The fire within

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The fire within

Sunday,26th May 2019


The fire has been broken out

within to show about

the rage continuing inside

and burning alongside


What should I decide?

and take the view to confide

how to extinguish the flames

and blame no one


the greed adds and acts as burner

the jealousy acts as a doubler

all combined together pose a danger

and unrest i...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

Brave woman poetess | So much of confidence | Firm resolution | 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 |


Jesus Wants You!


Jesus Wants You! 


He forced the door and entered, stepping over shards of glass, 

to effortlessly melt into the chamber’s darkened mass. 

And, as his torchlight searched for ‘victim-drawers’ to rifle through, 

out of darkness, rasped a voice; “Jesus is watching you.” 


He froze - was someone in the room inviting conversation? 

Or maybe he was hearing things (or his ...

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Also by John Andrew Nield:

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

Humorous PoetryHumorous VerseHumour

Haiku: Meditation

Crane reflects on pond

Looks beyond narcissism

Head bowed in prayer

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Also by Rob J Mann:

Haiku: Replete? | Not Content |


I blinked at the sight of her goodbye tears

As she turned her back on the watching eyes

And I readily recalled the dismissive sneers

Employed for another audience during her rise;

A great public service that questioned austerity

Fearful of the cost to what had to be done

Disdainfully dismissed with arrogant asperity;

No tears then...when she thought she had won;

But kept in...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:




I loved you enough 

To stay silent.


I love myself enough 

To Speak.

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Also by Tacet Veritas:

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

Round and round

Galileo once said the earth was round.
Round and round we go.

Why do we cling to broken things.
Round and round we go.

I had a dream it was truth.
Round and round we go.

One small step for man. One giant leap forward for mankind. Forwards and backwards.
Round and round we go.

The rise and fall of rome. High tides, low tides flow back to the sea
Round and round we go.

This god, that god, ...

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Strange how things happen

Fate will always dictate true

Odd occurances

That seem and feel meant to be

Because they are suppose to





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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

Dream | Mr. Melancholy | Pride | Clickety Clique | Your Vagueness Is | Kentucky Derby 2019 | Procrastinator's Perplexity | Carnival |

By Yourself


For every beggar you passed by
you should raise ten gallons of water from the good well

For every minute spent in pampered extravagance
knowing you could but raise a finger to ease another's plight
you should spend a day ploughing the good field

For every act of secretive and shameful violence
that you have added to the mountain of injustice
you should flatten and smooth and mainta...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Powers Lost | 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 |

A Baby's Not A Baby


The angry protesters

excuse it and warn

A baby's not a baby

until it is born

but heartbeats and sonograms

now sound the alarm

the truth is a baby's

a person unborn


They say Abortion's distortion

just use a better word

Extraction is gentler

and much more preferred

but there's no denying

that killing's not mourned

when a baby's not a baby

until ...

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Also by d.knape:

Mom & Pop | 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 |

in praising a poets uniqueness



She only has to write a few poem fuelling lines

and already they are powerful enough to send a rocket to the moon. 


She pens one last full stop

and the enormously winged masterpiece

leaves the runway

on its never-ending flight.


She composes so much deeper

than those who flounder in the shallows.

When her mind goes hunting

it aims at a landscape of tho...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

fair views and fair do's | Going back leads nowhere | Tube station blues | A love kill | praising the beloved | Venus personified | Escariot | beach tenant |

untitled #3

the inexplicable pulse of joy

on seeing the bridge

crossing the Humber

at journey’s end


the memory of a night

exploring Little Switzerland

with a soon-to-be lover

rippling over one another

on the seaweed peppered shore

where the defunct windmill stands


‘journey’s end?’

or the locus

where my troubles

slipped their moorings?

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Also by Rick:

untitled #2 | 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) |

Biblical Joke

Old Noah was a good and pious fella,

Too bad he did not own an umbrella!

instead he had to build an arc; oh the terror!

and all that due to a slight grammatical error.


He wished to proclaim his faith- this humble bloke-

in every way known; but aramaic was all he spoke!

So he decided to hire a tutor of the English tongue,

who could correct and teach him right from wrong.


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Also by Mae Foreman:

It's True | 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 |

Haiku - Give Don a Break


Stuck in haiku web

What's going on with you Don?

Write proper poems


What's going on here?

Us Japanese not happy

Give your Don a break


Don Matthews  26 May  2019





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Also by Don Matthews:

Haiku - Obsessions | My IPad Door to WOL | No-one Was A Winner | Haiku For Beginners | In Rehab Waiting Pelvic Knit | Haikus Not Easy | Nurse Caroline on Patient Don | Nursie Caroline | Orangutan | Shit! I've Lost My Privacy | Hospital | Do you? I do | Mute | My Ladder Doesn't Like Me |

A Few Lines Conceived In Poor Mimickry (A Mere Matter Of Minutes After Concluding A Biography Concerning That Conceited, If Colourful Cove, Coleridge)

I, too have watched a myriad words die,

all for want of you, fearless audience -

your special someone with that kindly eye

and ear who could best, sans causing offence


urge me to test myself, by composing

a thousand lines and honing them to one.

Your wisdom, without combative ego's

ingrown need to sound 'clever' (not far gone


in self-esteem, I mean) might serve ad...

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Also by Richie Muster:

My Mea Culpa To The Future | A Life (1897-1980) | Raison D'Etre | SONNET: MY MATE MARK RIP (1956 – 92)  |


The Gambit

I Told Myself But Never Admitted To
What I Knew…..
And Yet There’s Still That Part Of Me
Waiting To Get Back Home, Back To My Room
And Say,
That Trip Took A Really Long Time,
Now….What Was I Doing?
How You Managed To Keep Us All Together
Without Figuring Me Out?
A Card Up His Sleeve, The Gambit Was Mine.
But I Can’t Seem To Turn It Off.
And I Can’t Explain The DejaVu.

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Also by The Black Bile:

Raven Girl | Bible Belt | The Taking Of Katie | To Travel Time | A Reflection Within A Reflection | Focus | Nocturnal | Matter | Dirt | Kill Me Now | 1993 | Char | To Fall Awake | Nazi | Rue | Grey Date | Grimacing | In My Room | The Window's Down | April | Gauntlet | Epileptic | Dragon Graveyard | flower | Pink | From the Edges | Wednesday | In The Shoe | Under the Ladder | 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 |

But you don'tCannibal Jones

Development Plan

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When my line manager

asks me about my development plan

and where I see myself

in one, three or five years time


I begin to think how in a year

I would like to be painting watercolours

beside a mountain stream

somewhere in the Bavarian Alps


in three years eating cantaloupe

and drinking black coffee

on an early morning

in a European city I don't yet kn...

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Also by Tom Harding:

This Morning | Monday |


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(A re-post about immigration.  Timely, given the EU elections this week. And a reminder of when immigration was less benign)


Those crazy Normans brought a notion

To Pevensey Bay

It involved our demotion

And I don’t mean pay;

If your hairdo is flaxen

It’s a give-away

Then you must be Saxon -

Serfin’s here to stay.


You might have lorded the Manor

Been an Earl ...

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Also by John Coopey:



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From One Lover to Free Lover to Fee Lover,
For children’s sakes, let’s fashion back to One Lover:
In public-life there are - guess what - women and men;
Thus, upbringing’s best by a woman and a man -
Not by one or two men, or one or two women,
And not in a tug-of-war of women and men.

(C) David Franks 2003 -

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Oh how well she played her part,

so well rehearsed,

so sad - so brave,

no stranger to the performer's art,

knows the tricks of her trade.

She's played this role so many times,

this pale faced tragedy queen,

with lowered head and tremulous voice,

she acts her final scene.

We watch with cold and hostile eyes

this travesty of truth,

on centre stage we watch...

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Also by Dorothy Webb:


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 |

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

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)




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 refra...

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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 |



The ghosts in my life 

Take the time to touch me 

Then disappear 


Changing faces

Changing forms

They’re always there


Saving me from 


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 |



couldn't be
bfore i
your spell
a touch
like voodoo
hard time
escaping you
magic at
the curse
was lost
on me
home we
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:


POEMS by cindy lee loucks

When life, sometimes gets fucked up without a reason


Tell me something about you

One thing that defines your core

Make it simple 


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,


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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 


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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

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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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


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:


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 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 |



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 |

couragedeterminationinspiring poems

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


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:

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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:

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Painted window frames

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 pressure


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