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My Savior



I walked along the path at dusk unknowing of my danger

She called to me a solemn note, a witch of dark design


She bears me to her home aloft, a temptress feigning light

I enter into the arched halls, a façade of poisoned love


I am a false jewel, a bringer of craved madness

I will entangle you in webs of fear, a sinuous oily darkness


I will bathe you i...

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Build me!!!

Build me hope

Build me trust

Build me faith

That wouldn't rust


Build me home

Build me care

Build me family

That needs no repair


Build me laughter

Build me content

Build me feelings

That will never extinct


Build me love

Build me commitment

Build me relationship

Devoid of disillusionment


Build me power

Build me strength

Build ...

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Also by Do.RoThY:

The shadows!!! | Replacement!! | destination love!! | You are invited!! | Belongs to you!!! | Lips of phi!! | Life's Experiences !!! | Inevitable reality!!! | jealously suicidal!!! | The flood!! | After you left!! | Trust your love!!! | Untitled for love!! | The story so far!! | Can do anything!!! | Dreams unchained!!!! | In times to come!!!! | Could you try once more!! |


It moves like a cockroach in my mind

It spreads filth, it eats at me, makes me shiver with fear and disgust

I want to let it out...

I want someone to take the burden from my mind

...but...I could never ask that of someone

...I could never place this upon someone I loved,

but I could never trust someone I didn't

So this is mine...a constant fire that longs for fresh air but sta...

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Also by ByteSize:

I Need You | Just resting my eyes | Matryoshka | Unable to live without Love | Broken | Beauty is in the eye | Demons Never Leave | Hidden | Struggle Not to Fall Again | Her | Fading | Happy Birthday My Dearest Sister | A Stranger | I long to surrender my heart | Long for Silence | The Sweetest Lies | Shadow Person | Lost | Returned | More than a smile |


Love me


The Sun is shining

The day is beautiful 

Today, i will meet your 



i’ll be, who you want me to be

Do, whatever you desire

i can do it

Just have to work harder


i know

i haven’t been perfect 

Far from it...

But i can do better

i promise


i’ll put more effort

Be smarter, exciting, bright

Say the right thing, at the right time


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Also by Julia G:

Room |


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I woke from another nice nightmare,

the same one as last night:

calling in a midnight green garden,

sickening spilling envy over

the flower beds

and screaming through locked doors;

the keyhole beyond where

battleships flutter,


in some old silent film.

Let me bring the colour to this

disease. Because 

I've brought it in fruitbowls,

and bouquets, and I...

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A Stranger Calls. .......

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I remember taking my mum to visit my dad in the local hospice before he sadly passed away after several months of ill health and memories of the visits prompted this poem:


I visit you daily in your nursing home

you're physically with me yet I feel so alone


I reach for your hand and you pull it away

a bit of you dies with each passing day


Our love over years never did ...

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Also by Wayne McLellan:

You Cheating Bitch! | The Silent Scream | Coco the Clown | The Lighthouse | Boy what a Lady! | The Princess and the Frog |

June 2019 Collage Poem: Going Back in Time

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Overhanging your tiredness

Coming home


Ah 60’s! Too young, let’s do it again.

60’s women, short skirts, knickers


Don’t look now in Blackpool

The man selling sand is here again


What comes before?

Silent silver surfing by the sea


Falling into the past

Looking back, we see clearly.


Footprints in the sand of disbelief

Nowhere to fly across...

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Going Back in TimeJuneStockport Collage Poem

No man ever steps in the same river twice

Heraclitus, a Greek philosopher born in 544 B.C. said, “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man."



Heraclitus, my friend, I know you've been gone

For two and a half thousand years but we are of one mind:

Sceptical, Seeking, Secular.

On a road through Physics and Mathematics

To a Singularity of belief

Foretold.in th...

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Also by John E Marks:

The rags of time | A tangle in mind | An incidental haunting | The end of the world | The forgotten lore | The Christian East | Dark Star | Trilobite | Flesh is weak | Txt Msg | saying goodbye | Small town boy | Easter Sunday in Nineveh, Iraq | Written near water | The defeat at Seville November 1248 | SUTTEE | OTTO'S LAMENT | The golden, fairy goddess | D-DAY | El Tiempo | Lemons on sale again | Stoic suicide | Liminal |

Some thoughts on the definitions of "Smudge" as per Merriam-Webster

Some blurry spot or streak

(a barrel of grace tapping my forehead -

The GSR of redemption)


An immaterial stain

(the spanked yellow splotch in the sheets

dabbed with soap in the morning)


An indistinct mass

(the transitive rebound slag stink-breathing over me)


A smoldering mass placed on the windward side as to protect from frost

(burning pillows behind the ...

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Also by Devon Brock:

Shoeshine - Recalling the Lessons of My Father - In Memoriam | Migration On A Bad Day | Rendering Dream Upon Waking #1 | In The Valley of Your Bones | The Insolence of Poisoned Ivy | The Monkey Trap of Suicide Hill | She Calls It Sorrow | Walking Hopper - a prose poem | The Sewage Comes From Within |


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(Inspired by this wonderful advertisement for Lux.  I needed to change it to Camay for the rhythm.  A racing cert for Poem of the Week)


Freshen up your flaps with Camay

Fol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol la

It’s the soap for whiffy fanny

Fol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol la

Banish thoughts of Aldi salmon

Fol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol la

If you’re hoping for a gamming.


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Also by John Coopey:


The Truth Hurts

Strongholds of war threaten our life supply,
for death awaits those who seek and speak truth.
Battles are waged within our safe havens,
as kin and friend shed their masks of deceit.

Doorsteps of homes alter into altars
Refuge is taken spiritually now,
for the church has fallen religiously.
Satan worshippers disguised as righteous
Believers, spitting the Word better than
us because False...

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poetikaly anointedpoetrytruth

2019 New moon 17th june

It's 2019 17th of June
tonight we shall welcome this strawberry moon
As we worship your brightness and magical
we manifest beauty and our purest of dreams
heal were needs healing and deep cleanse my
As you do I aknowledge my soul you are freeing
keep me strong in my darkest hour
from highest love frequencies fill me with power
miracles you grant me
blessings and light
heal ...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

Transformation | 11.11 | Heartburn no more |

full moonmoonprayers

The Children Of The Serpent

Gales are gathering around your walls and columns crumbling -

bolted doors seemed poised, the stained-glass windows restless rattle -

yet to revelry they're lost - deaf to the distant rumbling -

children of the serpent – born of warriors once formed for battle.


Leafless trees – whose boughs with dew are frozen – how you upwards reach -

as in supplication; sapped is every buddin...

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Also by Chris Laverty:

Poem | Poem |

the children of the serpent poem chris laverty

Continuous Positive Airway Pressure

My soul travels back and forth 
Between feeling like I'm holding my breath,
And feeling like all the breath has been taken out of me.
In either case, it has been a long time 
Since I have felt like I could breathe. 

My world has been chaos,
Misfortune after tragedy after misfortune 
Most days I wonder when I will catch a break
Then there are times I believe 
I finally have my head above...

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Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:

Half a Life | The Abyss | All of May |



On the floor in the dark room,


The occasional lightbulb flicker

Brings some hope back into my blue-glazed eyes,

But it's a mere distraction.


I imagine that the lightbulb can see;

Awake when it's shining,

Otherwise asleep.

In the light I seem free,

My body moves. My voice, it speaks.

Speaks like the one it once belonged to,

Before the l...

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Also by Astrid Thomas:

Beautiful Tree |

Step Change

I am ageing,

the world I thought I knew

 is in flux around my unsteady feet,

contorting in metamorphosis

as traditions, conventions 

codes and civilities

that, once held dear, lie

butchered and defeated

by the sniggering barbs

of wanton change;

change without progress

a weakening fluidity

for facile inertia

easy meat, fast-food humour

masquerading as a fas...

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such as ethnic cleansing's

seeing televised scenes of death en-masse

delivering more of itself in a few hours

than it takes sackfuls of our mail

to be delivered in a week.

Grim results of the dead

not being dealt with respectfully

not being encased

shouldered and religiously treated

before being lowered into the silent peaceful earth 

with dignity

but left out in the open

already having suff...

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what would we do without dads | who un-cares wins? | luck pusher | Doctor Grease Monkey | Trump card | Arousal's | Country boy down the 'smoke' |

Expansion Announcement


We are expanding

but not in a good way

not in building

or hiring

but as in


we are increasing our capacity

up-sizing proportions

upping our pant size

upping our belt notches

upping our odds

but who cares

up yours!



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Also by d.knape:

Father's Day Poem | Diminishing Returns | Manly Thoughts | Wink | Devices | Mommy Mommy | Wireless World | Ordering A Mouse | Letting Things Go | Cat Nap | White Stripe | Reunion | School Photos | Last Laugh | Saving Grace |

Return To America

Lit by the distant sun 
in a backyard beer-garden 
overlooking the meadow
my swimming brain spins out
through adventures of the past
forgotten journeys 
by coach, by plane
through unfamiliar landscapes
to the desert 
in California

We rode the Greyhound 
between the sun-drenched cities
your head lay on my lap
and when we could tear 
our eyes from one-another
we'd watch the world pa...

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Also by Tom:

To Be Adored | Don't Look Into Their Eyes | Your Light, Our Youth |

Americalost loveloveold poemreflectionsTraveling

Lines are drawn

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Lines are drawn 
Monday,17th June 2019

The lines are drawn
the vision has shown 
the clear path for the peace
and life to be spent with an ease

no one else
but He only pleases
makes no misses
and life just passes

we are playing life's games
and claim
to be one 
even if called stranger one

lust for the time being
and smilingly bring
the feeling of a happy core
to love and a...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

He delivers | Find yourself | Not beauty alone | Personality at home | Love bridge | With the child | Mountain and arivers | Only one creature | Common feeling | Real talent | Limited role | Cimplete strangers | Chatterer | Remain alive | Eyes speak pain | :Love-not a dream | No need | New trend | Change the fate | No pretension | Noa pathoven | Busy personality | I cry alone | Love is not | As if in cage | Love the way | Love the way | Eid-real worship day | Walk aimlessly | With a frown face | As if the cage | My answer | Less dangerous | No chance | Our folly | The painter | Allow me free entry | Dominate the scene | Omnipresent God |


the first pitch of summer

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the first pitch of summer

spring training is over

time to make tracks

to wrigley fenway kauffman

or wherever batters balls crack

the bull pen is waiting

the mound’s been prepared

the roster is ready

nostrils are flared

the star spangled banner

brings tears to your eye

a rocket ascending

up high in the sky

a proud crowd in the stadium

the first pitch is thr...

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Also by thephantomscribbler:

Bless The Weather |

Bridget Everett - On the Edge

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Bridget Everett – On the Edge


If risque humour is not your cup of tea or you blush easily, leave Bridget clipped up - despite being clever and professional.   Aw, go on, have a peep....


Bridget's here to entertain

She's risque, edgy, plus

I've signed her up, despite there is

No money here for us


The gig she's doing just because

She wants to pep site up


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Also by Don Matthews:

Snaffling Brexit Discontents | Wavemaker. But... | How Much Does One Reveal to Strangers? | Maryon Wants Me To Write Edgy | Outside the Rink. Unfettered | Monty Python's Bavarian Restaurant | Do You Remember Anya, Kate? | Models on Catwalks | Haiku – College of | The Poet's Grave | Nothing Deep and Thoughtful Here | Why Can't I Be Spiderman? | Why Has Our Aussie Stopped Posting? |

Come down to the beach...

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Come Down To TheBeach

Come down to the beach with me

And jump the tide,

Hunt for nature’s treasure trove

By the water’s side,

Play a game of hide and seek

With the wily wind,

Imagine like the herring gulls

You and I have wings,

Relish the feel of sunny sand

Hot beneath your feet,

Eyes wide looking for the place

Where sea and sky can meet…


Come down to...

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Also by eve nortley:

Driftwords | Awful Androgens | Dear Mr Burne Jones | Birmingham's Bhangra Babes | 21st Century Love | Curry and Kulfi | Gambling with grandad | Money | Sir Frances Drake |



fighter pilot
beauty in
the beast
deep sleep
bitten once
twice shy

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Also by cindylee loucks:


POEMS by cindy lee loucks

I wonder

and I wonder if there's someone else that you wish was giving you the attention that I am

and I wonder if you are giving someone else the attention that I wish you would give me

and I wonder why this imbalance follows me

chases me

always always nipping at my heels

and yet somehow manages to also remain

two steps ahead of me

this imbalance of desire

of devotion

of depende...

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Also by Eiren Water:

addicts lie | outside | maybe mayhem |


Was it worth it

I don't care to hear what you have to say
I won't let it affect me anyway.
What you did ain't right
What you did made me tight.

I can't begin to understand your reason,
But what you said had a meaning.
We fought and
tonight I toss and toss.

Who would of thought your words
Could hurt this mockingbird.
That the blood that will spill
Would break my remaining will.

I don't care, you made y...

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Eric Was a Werewolf

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This is a true story.

  For Eric Parker

        And for Nick Bertozzi who was also a werewolf


Eric Was a Werewolf


Eric was a fine young man

‘Tho he was a little odd

Artistic and adventurous

With a likeable façade

A sharp sense of humor

He was quiet and kind

He loved to work with metal

He had a brilliant mind

But something was a little off

Something ...

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

Ethereal Wisps | Bored in Study Hall. The Nonsensical Ramblings of a Teenage Mind | What Do You Know? |

On rejoining the cult

I was never crazy about the sacrifices 

and definitely think she’d go on 

a little long during 

the Tuesday sermons 


but it was the quality of connection 

I felt was lacking in my life

you just don’t meet people

of that sort on the outside


of course there’ll be certain things

I’ll miss-

ice cream, situation comedies, condominiums


but I was missing 


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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

The Pitch | Ah, yes | The fabulist | Parents | Today's Meeting | Climbing out of a lie | E. Rigby’s Granddaughter |


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Someday we'll find a way to
protect our dreams and seek our hopes, 
words - soft as July's razors
disappearing path, forbiden trace,
screaming loud, carving into stones - deliverance, replace -
''true love hurries but it always waits'',
never...in the same place. 

Someday we'll find a way to
fly away and disappear,
going higher as we never did before,
staring at the same old mindless mes...

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Also by Dragan Bozilov:

Chasing Light |

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test run for

blog entry comment disablement procedure.




(am I really doing this?...I should be poking sticks at the weather...)

......testing comment disablement procedure......

please enable the 'tick' should you

require comments to be posted......

(god I thought I had ti...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

The Complainer |

Words To A Playground Tune


There is a time
as good as any
to start afresh
a man
as poor as any
holds a key
blase as any
flip a coin
yon harpist 
blind as any
claws the heart
the poet 
cold as any
lives once again
there is a time
as good as any
to start afresh

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Pueblo | Before Too Long | Late Learner | Maia | Knucklebones |


Fathers celebrated everywhere

it's only right they should have a card

an identity with loving thoughts

firmness and fairness shining through

to seal the bond

from early days to the great beyond


but I must stand aside

my stepsons otherwise engaged

as the rule of Kings and earthly things

still binds by blood

what I can't give

as long as all of us shall live.

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Also by ray pool:


A Dying Art

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If dying is to consider as an art

which school should be preferred?

Stolidly ballooned out by Botero,

suffering from a cruel Dali distortion

or Picassoed weeping in a bouillon cube?


An erotic  marshmallowish Saska

smiling naked from dark furry folds?

A plain Stanley village housewife

in cardigan, blouse and tweed skirt?


Brilliantly dissolved Baconlike

(but f...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

When night comes |

More Flowers Now

more flowers now than cars
       patterned colours
     grey oaks    the great spark of
A lake s 
urface on the one hot day
of Summer   too many 
stars this time 
of year
whole galaxies 
holl o wed 
in a single moment
and then come the flowers 
lovingly cellotaped
to the trees
on the side of the road
                         cones like sigils filled
with bright, 
alive         so...

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For My Dad

In Yew Tree to my Dad’s stone I now tend.
And all my love to him in Heaven I send.
Today I cleaned up my Father's headstone.
And tidied up the parts, a little overgrown.
I brushed away loose grass, every last blade.
With time the carved words have begun to fade.
But the elements won't destroy or take away.
The meaning behind what those words say.
I leave my card, with some words of my own.

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This elegant courtly dance

is outwardly chivalric

but it hides a darker side

- - - - it's bold and chauvinistic,


                                                 and the lady must dance

                                                 dance for her life.


This Lord can kill

for that is his fame,

this watery kingdom is His

He has staked his Royal c...

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Also by Dorothy Webb:


an unknown middle-aged woman

passing my cafe window

unhurried, dressed  modestly,

she is beautiful still,

beautiful, and unaware

that behind the misty glass

she is quietly admired

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Also by Rick:

enshrined on the bridge | Isaiah 40 | a covering | Seen in Hull (a tanka) | glad you popped by pts 1 and 2 |

the blue

The blue


I saw a fish

Very small

 It looked parrot

think about this,

but I remember the surgeon.


It took my hook

Fished it up

Its colors faded

A dead fish

Not enough

For a meal.




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Also by jan oskar hansen:

the apprentice | deafeat | a very rich woman | the piano | the Greek-Orthodox church | romance | war memories | the theft | the experiment |

Proud men i know (two short poems for father's day)

22 years ago/55 years too soon
your smile could light this dark room
people speak fondly of you, I think they're all stuck in the past
but your name is legendary around here, to say you didn't last
for the love you only knew was one of a clenched fist
but you were my father, and you are still missed
Stepdad, sportsman, golfing fanatic
when we drink to...

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dadfather's daylost dadlove and time passing

On hearing news of murder

The way the street light fills the dark is nothing but a lie,

the night is there as real as day, a trick upon the eye.

The way the body lies bereft still warm and supple yet,

stiffening slowly somethings left that someone won't forget.


A heart still glad and beating strong is soon to cruelly break,

that to another did belong that shared the lovers ache.  

New Sun will chase ...

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Also by Wolfgar:

Ravi Shankar stopped me wanking | The management of savagery | Gently in the forest | Beyond the mirror |


Can’t sleep at night
wake up with the light
I’m crabby, angry
and up for a fight
The night before
I slept on’t floor
To try and change
the old routine 
It worked at first
but things got worse
when I needed a leak
and the floorboards creaked
I tossed and turned
So I made a brew
Grilled a slice or two
but me toast got burned
and me plans were spurned
There was nothing else for it

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Also by Fred Varden:

Who is this please? |


Sun shines.. 
Oblivious of the glowing  warmth it endows. 
Love conquers.. 
Oblivious of the sacrifices it often follows. 
Sea glistens.. 
Oblivious of the gentle play of myriad hues of blues
Child smiles.. 
Oblivious of the broken parts of soul it glues 
Betrayal hurts.. 
Oblivious of the strength it sculpts to endure.. 
Beauty charms.. 
Oblivious of the spiritual notes it allures.. 

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Also by mona s:

Haiku - True Self | The Bars | Across the shores |



A ladybird lands

on my foot in the sand

as I'm reading The Life of Pi.

A blue stretch of sea

carried me here

where an army of shiny black beetles

unbreakable as tanks

will persist in trundling by.

He was days on a boat

now I'm days in the sand

getting browner

eating pizza

reading this book

with no appetite to leave.






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Also by john short:


A 'Snitch', in Time!

A ‘Snitch’, in Time !


My mother’s mother, Granny Brown

was ‘muchly-loved’ throughout our town.

The care she gave; her happy ways.

She cheered us in her ‘ember days’.


She liked to knit but not to sell.

Such quality. (Oh, you could tell!).

Each item, thoroughly bespoke

- for giving to specific folk.


“Gran, that’s great !” I’d often shout.

“You knit them ...

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humorous verseHumour

Haiku X 10

(Right, never tried Haiku before so here's some I wrote today, hope they're ok)



A wandering soul,

Tortured by experience,

Finds peace in your arms.



A broken compass,

Knows not the way to true north,

But may yet find it.



Tears of happiness,

​​​​​​Taste exactly as salty,

​​​​​​As tears of sorrow.




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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Hiding In The Silence |

Selfless selfie

We have it all wrong


Serial selfie abusers are among

The most selfless, the least egotistical

People we should strive to know




This act

Repeated over and over (and over)

Of extending one’s arm

In the middle of, well, anywhere

Stopping time, and traffic and pedestrians

To share memorable pictures with, well, anyone

Of sunrises, sunsets, beaches,...

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Also by Jeannot:

Coming to terms |

Scorched Skies

Scorched skies and the ground littered with

The dettritus of a careless society

Broken buildings and rivers poisoned with

The sickening pollution of a thoughtless culture

The wind screams endlessly like banshees

Howling the fall of man

Empty lives staring hopelessly at pointless

Tablets in their hands

Desperately seeking meaning to a forgotten plan


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Also by Stuart Clark:

The Good Are Few |


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From a bus (98 - 
Bury to Manchester), 
I got off at the gate 
To Hamilton Road Park, 
Where in situ I ate 
Several blackberries 
(The taste too good to wait), 
Before making my way 
To a further park-gate, 
From where briefly I watched 
How Stand's cricketers rate. 

(C) David Franks 2003 -

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The old man in the window seat

is setting quietly to his routine,

folding up the sleeves

of his Oxford shirt inch by inch

until the sun falls across his bare arms


then with just a smile

he signals to the waitress and waits

watching the hushed street

after the morning rush:

a mother with a pram,

a homeless man conferring with his dog,

a few pigeons plucking


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Also by Tom Harding:

Love Poem | Ant Poem | Cafe Window |


I held courage by the hand 

And walked away 

The birds followed me 


The sun followed me 


I was finally free

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