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ALL ABOUT NOW

The old man's head was like the blitz

no trees were left for walking sticks.

He strayed into a burning field where

crops were charred with scanty yield

and saw their space craft scuttle off as

fiercesome fires torched man and crop.

Some said the Martians had come back

but saw the ruins and cleared off but

unashamed the old man wept and silently

away he crept away across ...

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Also by Philipos:

THE NUT HATCH | THE NUT HATCH | COMINGS AND GOINGS | BOGGLE EYED | FROM THE BOOK OF CHAUVIN | INNER SELVES |

Rev0luti0n

 

rev0luti0n

ring A ring
        A
rose-coloured oracle
peppered in blood like
holy water and the haze
our lost communion with n0w
  The sun
coughs up blood and the earth
Sighs great Schumannic 
cymatics
the great COMS of nature
chant our ages
                   A
        ring    A    ring
a torture chamber
conveyed by the five senses 
as a Mandelbrot set of suffering
and we...

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A SOOTHSAYER PREDICTS BALL GAMES

A piece of land if cleared

will provide a suitable setting:

a pig's or sheep's bladder leather bound

secured with stitches

can be fashioned into a facsmilie of the globe

made to fly above the ground

or propelled along it

by the agency of human intervention

 

that will be the intention.

 

There will soon arise a system of attack

and defence whereby the bladder

...

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Also by ray pool:

MASOCHIST | FOR A DEAD PET | TOWER RAVEN | IN MARYLAND | THE DEATH OF WORDS | HOMILLY |

Stormy Weather

Tempestuous waters

In the sea of Life

Ferocious winds

Obsidian sky.

 

Clinging to hope

Yet terror is rife

Can't the gods hear

My fervid cry?

 

 

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Also by Chrystel Roberts:

SCHADENFREUDE |

Deconstruction

I do not pretend

To comprehend

This complicated construct I

Landed upon

By the cynical miracle of birth

 

But I suppose

I surmise almost

There is even more to question

With what lies outside the frame

    As with all good paintings

 

I hear you

Loud and clear

 

This incessant reconsideration

Deconstruction

Of social precepts

Is nothing but self...

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Also by Jeannot:

No replay | Simple song |

With the illusion

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With the illusion

Sunday,13th October 2019

 

Never feel afraid

and get laid

with the illusion

that life is nothing but full of confusions

 

life may show you toughness

and force you to pass-through

the great ordeal

but feel not it real and permanent

 

the path is open and straight

think it right

to move in the direction

that shall show the real perfe...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

Let us thank God | Love & deception | Hidden mother | Pink flower | Fame & Glory | Any religion here | Combination of three | My brave man | Let love flow | Fall out of democracy | Love may become | Deserted act | No fun | Receive when it comes | Our footprints | Honest approach | Cherish the memory | In the china world poetry festival | Nature is for us here | Poem-real thought | Sanctity of love | Real inspirator | Life is strength | Befitting an occasion | BEYOND THE VISION | Life in all ages | What else here ! | Never feel | Read between lines | Human brethren |

Jadia4708au

Bird Of Destiny

Cold is the air - still are the trees -

the clouds are streaked with red;

hushed are the birds as dusk descends -

as here you find your bed.

 

A whirling bird above is shrieking -

the bird of destiny;

of midnight born, with plume as black -

unearthly thing to see.

 

A pawn you were in unseen quarrels

of vying deities;

this bird tells of what has been spoken -

...

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Also by Chris Laverty:

Modern Bards | On Visiting North Devon In October |

bird of destiny poem chris laverty

Capricorn

Capricorn

I am a battering ram

Undulating forward with a willful lack of grace

Constantly pushing, pulsing

Headlong into an uncertain oblivion

Destroying myself

Taking pleasure in the pain

The anxiety

Destroying what once was beautiful

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anxietydarkdepressionself destruction

Waiting still!!!

As i sit to inscribe my emotions

I wonder where to find the words of perfection

Relating every thought that perturbed and caused turbulence

Inviting the long lost friend to embark the sea of love

Waiting is like a walk along the puzzling maze of forest on fire

Wherefrom the path towards unison is oblivious and diversified

Sniffing the soot and the heat of blazing words

Hoping ...

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Also by Do.RoThY:

Wayward thoughts!! | Tears!! | Doctors' on call?? | 📻⌚⏳ | Either-OR!!!!!!!!! | My loving pain!! | Smiling and happy always!! | I ain't a poet!!!! | A tale of tide!!!! | I 💖 U | 😮💭💭💭 | I would!! |

Portrait of the Moon

The evening was so hot I left the curtains apart

To allow the slightest whisper of air into the bedroom.

 

As I laid my head upon my pillow

I could clearly see the slender branches

Of two, huge trees on the street,

Creating from my bedside view

An almost perfect circle

Sculpted by their different leaves.

It was lovely.

The clear, grey-blue summer sky

Looked like a ...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Where Do Birds Go When They Die? | An Irish Prayer (author unknown) |

I LOOKED A TWAT

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I bought a pair of denims back in ‘63

You couldn’t help but notice they were tight

Better known as drainpipes to you and me

To get ‘em on they put up quite a fight;

They called them “Shrink-to-Fit”s and so us men

Wore them in the bath these proto-types

They cut me near in half around the abdomen

I confess I looked a twat in my pipes.

 

Salvation was at hand though w...

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Also by John Coopey:

4 * 100 metres | GRETA | SQUEEZING THIGHS | GREAT SHITS I HAVE HAD - CHAPTER ONE | MOVING UP THE QUEUE | ADULTS ONLY |

Small town girl

Small town girl with your voice so low

and your hopes even lower,

you keep on singing just the wrong verse.

Why is it that you never care?

You keep on counting only on false friends.

Why is it that your heart 's so bare?

 

Small town girl with your history so long

and a record even longer,

huddled in your hoodie.

What is it that you won't see?

With your right arm s...

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east Germanyno futureracismsuburbia

Calculations

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Calculated mathematicians

Multiply their suspicions

Adding assumptions

While subtracting

Satisfaction

It all sums up

To a

Dramatic divide

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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Thinking | In short supply | Model Words | Be Yourself | A Taste Of Romance | Gaming Addiction | Birthday Flowers | Gloomy Monday | Halloween Hiring | Armchair Travels | Brexit psychosis | Let's do this thing ( what is it again?) | What will we talk about after Brexit? | Invincible |

humourjumping to conclusions

Homemade Cards

 

thank you

for being

silly and fun

 

I love you so much

because

you play with me

 

I drew you

a dragon

like you like

 

it was fun

when you squirted us

with the hose

 

you scare us at night

in bed

with that scary sound

 

you always tickle us

we run away

& hide

 

special cards

made by hand

in a special file

kept for...

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Also by d.knape:

Blue Sky | The Commission For Less Education | Sad Returns | Encouragement | A Lighthearted Poem | Lettter To A Cousin | Dishplay | Sage Advice | Hate On Trial | Sent From Typewriter | Last Car | Intelligence Briefing | Big Toe | Cold Front |

Don’t Pick up Hitchhikers

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At least 80

If I see tomorrow

I shall see the sunrise

 

The settlements were fragile,

Yet at the same time, strong

 

A descent into madness –

Resurfacing at Thursday Club

 

I’m always happy to stop for a hitchhiker

Over the years I’ve had

Elvis Presley and Lord Lucan as passengers

But everyone thinks I’m lying

 

Slender Man, Enderman, carrying things,

...

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Collage PoemHitch HikerOctoberStockport Write Out Loud

Postcards

Postcards seemed a clumsy way to connect
Big pictures dominating our conversations
Your messages visible to the world
But strangely veiled to me
You wrote vanilla words
Limited by space and the chance that others might read them
Never one for convention
You would number your postcards and send a bunch at once
You scrawled the story of your travels in serial
Unable to hide that your mind s...

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Also by Kate G:

Beyond the horizon | One of those days |

The Jug

Lights out 

And back to the cell 

In this strellie stenched community 

There's a  sense that all is not well

Chemically coshed with citalopram,  20ml

Black mamber, spice or shit faced

Either way there's a dip in the serontine 

That needs to be upped and replaced 

There's a foreboding sense of mence

Being housed on this cat C dorm

Eighteen months of crime and punishmen...

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Also by Philip Stevens:

Staying in | Shouting ! |

Climate Activists – Don't Disrupt Us

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Climate Activists – Don't Disrupt Us

 

(True story.  We have shut down our coal-fired power station)

 

Climate activists here in my city

Are causing disruptions all round

We've already reduced our emissions

We've closed our efficient power supply down

 

We're paying for the cost of this closure

With outages of power cut at will

Disrupting daily life when this happe...

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Also by Don Matthews:

Thalia and I | You Must Believe the Bible Son | Moonwalk Oops | Sitting Reading Paper (not another Brexit poem Don? Surely?) | Willy-Nilly : Words of Wisdom | Floccipaucinihilipilification | Climate Hysteria is Spreading – Helped Along by Eco-Messiah Greta Thunberg | Idle Chit Chat from a Walkabout Mind | Announcement to Parents by Chairman WOL Kiddie Kindergarten | Haiku – White Screen | Headachey Makey | The Poet and The Politician | Waymo, Skippy and Driverless Car Week | Explains My Person |

"Hey Woman"

"Hey Woman"

I met a female
acquaintance

and thought
'hey girl'.

and thought
would I say
'hey boy'.

and said
'hey woman'.

f

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Also by Fred Nicholson:

Crunches | You hear me? | Some times | Treasure Hunt | Color Matters | make believe love |

boysgirlsmenwomen

Translating the rain

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I wish she knew from the very start
Which mountain the sun came from
For your eyes can be deceiving in rain
Fountains are rain corralled and I'm tempted
Into sleeping on your neck. A servitude of roses.
In which green bay and the rolling sea spy on me
That's deep, but it aint at all clear. Like seawater,
Lagoons on tropical Islands are lost on me.
Kind of like a fantasy.

I wish you a...

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Also by John E Marks:

Season of mists | Yezedi - 2014-2019 | What have you done? | Slash and Burn - extinction rebellion | A grain of sand | David | Love in a police state | Whining poetry | Fossil sonnet | Tuesday 4th August 1914 | A turbulence of dalliance |

Happy Returns

Does anyone else but me wonder

when they look on Facebook

and see birthday celebrations

for dead aunts, uncles

fathers,mothers,

brothers, wives...

that no, this cannot be

 

Because the dead cannot age

take that slap on the back

notch up years or candles on a cake

They're snuffed out, like we will one day be

They're gone forever

Just memories - hopefully good ...

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death

It stinks

He swallowed the matter
Now the matter’s screaming

Bent over double
Completely revealing

His insides cry
Like any other

Louder at times
With the stench of sulfur

To get the full picture
We go to private places

What goes in what comes out
Says more about our existence

Than what we believe
What we preach

What we do how does it
Connect to what we think

Doubled over fac...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

warning: poetry spam | bathroom pass |

Folly

Who creates and who destroys?

The sun in the day,

The weeds in the garden, 

The wind breezing between the flowers,

The friend and the foe,

For these are heaven and hell, 

How I hold these in my bosom,

How I desire to be free from my sins,

How I desire to hold anger towards my foe, 

How I wish to blame others for my faults.

Then the sweet voice whispers,

"I...

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Two Desert Poems

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Desert Poem #1

Where are you now son?

Lost Horse Canyon

Outdoors

With the poets-an odd bunch

They try to wrangle the desert's beauty with their lassos

made of words

But.....

It always eludes them

 

Desert Poem #2

Sister Silver Cholla

Sleeping through the hard times

The desert kisses her every morning

But she only wakes up

When his breath smells like rai...

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Also by Michael Triandafils:

Sharpei Skin | Dear Fundamentalist Friend | Song Production | Bottle | The Ballad of Pablos Juan | To The Subject of Every Photo Taken Before 1900 |

For fucks sake

For fucks sake

I think I'm brilliant.

 

Or else I think 

I'm a nasty piece of work.

 

Swinging between 

Superman and 

Venom 

 

Like an uncouth

Comic 

 

That isn't worth a cent.

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Also by Andromeda Bloom:

Incomprehensible | In a world full of people |

LOVE SLIP-SLIDIN' AWAY = theme for a song lyric

That day you said you couldn't stay

You told me love would make me pay

Now I remember every day

With love slip-slidin' away

 

I did my best - the best I could

Without much rest - you knew I would

But nothing worked - nothing came good

And love went slip-slidin' away

 

Together I thought we had it made

But day turns to night and all things fade

Just like the sun ...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

POOR OLD LONDON | IF YOU MUST | MIND THE GENERATION GAP | VISION | NATIONAL POETRY DAY | NO OTHER WAY |

Serotonin Rag

Here doctor, here we all are, 

the lonely hearts of Blighty.

Hunched up in your waiting rooms.

Confused, broken and flighty.

 

I scream, 

you scream.

We all scream

for Dopamine!

 

Big Pharma they are all shouting, 

that we haven’t got enough.

They’ll dishing out chemical kisses,

and these tablets are the love.

 

I scream,

you scream.

We all scream...

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Also by Ralph Dartford:

December 26th (after Vasko Popa) |

Bound (long form Haiku)

Bind me with your chains,

You control the beast tonight,

You are all there is,

 

All that now remains,

And I'll let you feast tonight,

I am here to please,

 

Tight against my skin,

Pull your bindings oh so tight,

Don't let me get free,

 

Guide our pleasure in,

You are in control tonight,

That's how it should be,

 

Slap my guilty skin,

Bound by col...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

The Lionsheart | Start With An Apology | Mondays Demon | A Dark Seed | Hallows Harbinger | Broken |

Olive

We used to laugh, during faraway conversations, about travelling commonly-named streets, if only to feel closer to one another. From my Olive to your Olive, my Ridge to your Ridge, as if traversing one road is all it takes to close distances.

But in the margins of my life, I watch San Francisco sunsets become shrouded by shadows of thick Summer fog, blanketing the sky in an endless gray. Often ...

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Also by Emilia Callahan:

Untitled (variations on coffee series) |

Miller's Dale (after Adelstrop)

      

                                                         a day of dreams and hopes

                                                        a day of losing and finding

 

I overslept. I missed the coach.  

This was one match I had to watch, 

it was long odds that Leyton Orient

would ever grace Maine Road again.

Maybe we’d scrape a miracle win -

I bought a Manchester...

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Also by Rick:

Five Walls at the Hatton with Kate (significantly revised) |

consensus

Consensus

   Democracy as we understand it is right the business in a well-regulated society and high taxation, which Gives the state income to finance roads and Help the poor. A free for all capitalism is bad for all, It ruins a country and there as endemic corruption. A well paid organized and trained workforce is a must because without it, we face strife and revolution.

Many business peop...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

what happened | waiting for surgery | the acceptance | aq tired day | sic transit gloria | FORTITUDE | I remember | when old sailors go | auttumnal reflection | the Obama precidency | ghosts |

Acirema Tales

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We are biting the hand that feeds

lies

our own unmedicated self

takes control

all is lost

tamed with little shots

haldol on the rocks

you snore in locked padded rooms

naked

entombed

staring at the ceiling like sunspot patterns

Okinawa paper lanterns

all the pretty colors come back

acid flashback backcrack anti aircraft point blank execution

children locked...

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Also by Patrick Kennon:

Sleeping in the rain |

A rubbish job for Boris

Boris was looking for a new place to work

Long term unemployment was beginning to lurk.

But an opportunity arose in the town he did live,

Two good references to the council he did give.

 

He secured the job of litter warden at the park.

It was an early start,Boris was up with the lark.

"What training do I get,I don't want to do anything wrong?"

"None,"said his new boss"You'...

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Also by hugh:

We love Manchester | World mental health day,10th October | Blackpool insemination plan | A hair raising question | One! Two! Three! Four ! | Domestic abuse | Skinny dipping | A tree branches out | The Smellyphant |

RIVERTRIP

RIVERTRIP

The idea – to float quietly down the Danube, to

tip into the Black Sea and back again – was on its face

a good one, although quiet contemplation proved not to be

the dominant mood for the whole shebang, what with

so much out there, back there, over there, so many

holes hammering into the softer spots of my skull to produce

a yet more porous pot that just cannot serve...

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Who Will Be There ?

Who will be there, 

Asks the elderly lady,

The one with crevices in her skin

And the sad haunted eyes.

Who will be there when all these antique people have died ?

When age and time has taken every witness.

The Princes who visit,

They're heady on the atmosphere,

Standing by a grave,

In the fullness of the solemn gales,

Treading on the ground where it all happened, for ...

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Autumn Rain

And so it begins. Or ends

The seasons change and as

September dies lies forgotten

Like Summer, Autumn October

 

Rears. Not misty mellow fruitfullness

With rusty leaf colour bright splashing

Hedgerow and tree russet yellow brown,

Mists that turn to rain and wind and heavy

 

Rain splashing in the track ruts and puddles

Around the farm;  every field soggy with all the

...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Dark Lullaby | The Sterling Castle, 1703 |

autumnbogfarmfieldsmarshmistmoorlandrainseasonssheepwinter

the myth of rehabilitation (10/11/2019)

it is with a morose gratitude 
that I am to dispense justice 
like a drug
at the hurlish demands 
of screeching bicuspids 
unaware of the lurch :
the shuffle of their own cloven hooves 
at the trough of the damned 

"to death," 
you declare
eager to eat the softened bones 
of your own impunity 
"To life"
a toast raised as a scythe falls 
and another trauma is passed
like blood thru...

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Kill em all empathy

Out to Lunch

A drive away there's various places

full of fat people filling their faces

with things they don't need

not because of greed

but just because it's there

and they've nothing else to do

so they eat cake and drink tea

at least it's better than daytime TV

 

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Also by Brian Maryon:

Death of a Drummer | I Love Her |

barrage

 

the barrage flew

viperous words striking 

straight from the point - 

expected words lie stricken 

choking back all retort

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

hues | crucible | sun and moon | incessant |

WEEKLY WALKABOUTSVERSE, E.G., 99 OF 230: ONE RUGBY

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Poem 99 of 230: ONE RUGBY?

With sixth-tackle, knock-on and touchline hand-over -
No scrums, line-outs, rucks or mauls;
The rest (the best of both codes) would hardly alter -
And no splits, due to two calls.

(C) David Franks 2003 -
Walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com

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Happiness

In the distance,

I see you with blinding hope,

Not knowing if you are a mirage,

Or if I will ever reach you. 

Amongst the darkness, 

I keep walking towards you,

A flickering light calling my name,

The promise of a silver lining.

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Happinesshope

The Disagreement

We fight,

Like cats and dogs

In the rain. 

Our yells,

Drowning out 

The storm outside

A hundred,

Million tears,

Held back.

A billion, 

Thoughts unsaid

In fear. 

The world,  

Seems to end

and the storm

Rages on.

 

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Epiphany

Oh yes,

I had a dream.

 

A dream of

what death would be.

 

— the scariest thing.

 

Then I realized,

that would be the moment;

the most beautiful moment.

 

Given unto you,

what you’ve always

asked for.

 

— His voice.

 

So beautiful,

that your cries will be deafening

as you re-enter the world.

 

Reduced to what you once were,

ready...

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Also by Chaz Allen:

Emotion | Discovery | Deus | Destiny |

Miss Castle

The worst thing I can say
Is I hate walking by your house
I have to go by there to go anywhere
So ripped my heart out
You're the reason I'll never find love

I'm so sorry for blaming you
I clearly still love you
So it has to be you
So tell me to go fuck off
Like every word isn't already stuck in my head

I guess I'll let another person down
Realized I still wasn't over you
So Miss Ca...

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Nothing is what it seems

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Long distance truck driver, a strange encounter - - - now he fights for his life

She stands motionless waiting

a lone hitch hiker

 

Observed nervous awkward manner

Where are you going?

 

Hospital bed, inquisitive nurse asks

Where were you going?

 

Falling into deep trance

body paralyzed, room lights up

 

Mystic fiqure looming above

unsettled spirit beckoni...

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Halfway There |

Hell of a journey

lingering wound

hour by marching hour

time has all eventualities in its tread

 

a progression that brings down the walls of every life

 

linked, we are inescapable companions

our final destinations the same

an awaiting rewarding price

of nothing for the cost of having lived

 

the thoughts of such payments

sink into my mind like a stone

 

impossible to put aside consideration...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

all the reparations you will ever need | abandoned declination of a stately house and gardens | ' real ' out of mind experience | child's death in black and white | subterraneously shuffling | eviction | and it didn't get any better | of a snuffing out | Fox and THEY | prima in waiting |

Creaking chairs and crunching leaves

Leaves from the fall,
Drifting to the side of my heart.

Aching backs,
The rocking motion sends shivers,
Open up the world.

Hearts of gallor,
Crunching in the water,
A blue stream that moves toward winter.

To feel open and vulnerable,
To feel free,
The air breaths nicely in the brisk of morning.

I sit leisurely on a chair,
Rocking against the grain,
On this cold autumn night.

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Also by Adrian Metcalf:

Criss cross patches | Is it real? |

anxiety.

the cobra

                  w

                      r

                        a

                     p

                 s

                    its tail around my neck

its name is

                     anxiety.

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Also by Marina T:

Sinner |

anxietymental healthmental health issuespoetry and mental health

Willpower and Discipline

Willpower and discipline,
have long been two of the 
most despised words in the 
english language to me.

What character flaw prevents  
the willpower and discipline
necessary to be the person
I imagine myself capable of being?

A half-lived life is heartbreaking.
There is no acceptable excuse, 
not age or disability.

Even people with no limbs 
live empowered lives 
built on willp...

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Also by Vautaw:

Abandoned | Betrayed | Moments |

disabilitydisciplineempowermentfriendsheartbreaklifeloneliness. regretpoemspoetryreflectionrelationshipsweaknesswillpower

Problems

I've spent days and weeks angry at the world 
Cross that people are carrying on
While I am trapped in this never ending cycle of grief

I have been in a bubble
All consuming, encompassing 
Hard to escape

Until today
Until one blog post made me realise
Other people have problems too

Other families are having to deal with grief too
Some more devastating then I can even imagine

My p...

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Also by Ashleigh Davies:

Your House | Memory Box | Funeral | Emotions | Chair |

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