Poetry Blogs (2019)

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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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SWAN KING - - - OR - - - - HENRY VIII- - - - YOUR CHOICE

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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 an kill

for that is his fame,

this watery kingdom is His

He has staked his Royal cl...

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Also by Dorothy Webb:

1947 | STORM COCK | BRUSH STROKES | -- -- -- SO CASUALLY DISMISSED |

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 |

Father's Day Poem

 

dad

is like an old worn out t-shirt

you get used to it

after a while

and don't mind the fact

that its got holes

and a frayed collar

it's lightweight

it feels good on

and is comfortable

accept your dad

for who he is

holes and all

after all

You are the reason

he's worn out.

 

 

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Also by d.knape:

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 |

Lips of phi!!

Bring the warmth

That is soothing

The hearts stolen

Glances frozen

 

A passionate kiss

That cools the fire

Burning within

Hormonal disbalances

 

Affectionate hug

Vibrations felt

Within loving hearts

Musical moves entwined

 

Deep longing

Imaginations weird

Caressing softness

Ecstasy pierce

 

Cozy hours

Holding powers

Memories new

...

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Also by Do.RoThY:

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!! |

the blue

The blue

 

I saw a fish

Very small

 It looked parrot

think about this,

but I remember the surgeon.

Blue

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 |

addicts lie

"boop boop beep beep boop bup bip beep" go the alerts and synaptic responses

too fast to process, too repetitive to want to

"spit that out, it's toxic" I warned

as he slurped up drama in great mouthfulls, as if she were kool-aid

he would slice open a vein and welcome drama directly if she asked him to

surreptitious texting continues beneath the table

eyes downcast, thumbs flying ...

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Also by Eiren Water:

outside | maybe mayhem |

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Not beauty alone

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Not beauty alone

Saturday,15th June 2019

 

Not outer beauty alone

but impressive light from within

that shows the reflection of light

now you are called Mr.Perfect right

 

Eyes may reflect

but never react

with the hostile show

but remain with raging glow

 

attitude may hide inner boiling

but availing

every opportunity to defuse the situation

and hold...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

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 |

Jadia4708au

Migration On A Bad Day

Met her in the driveway, blue band-aid

on her thumb because the rush came strong

and razor.

 

I saw the Redstart in the apple blooms,

ticking orange to black: the migration was on

and northing.

 

She had a shit day borne on a twitching

crease of lip, because she couldn't stand the gruel

anymore.

 

He clung to a fist of last autumn's fruit

I was too damned laz...

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Also by Devon Brock:

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 |

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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You Cheating Bitch!

 

I remember the day when we first met, the day I made you mine,

our eyes met across a crowded room and I fed you a funny line.

 

"What's a cute thing like you doing in a place like this?" I said,

you came home with me that day and spent the night with me in bed.

 

I considered you my best friend and gave you everything,

I gave you a home, looked after you and took you unde...

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Also by Wayne McLellan:

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

Dogshumour

Snaffling Brexit Discontents

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Snaffling Brexit Discontents

 

Our State is encouraging business

To travel to your U of K

And snaffle those not pleased with Brexit

(To work here in sunshine each day)

 

To escape those dark, long drawn-out winters

Where sun only shines 10 till 3

Escape Brexit chaos, the pollies

Come down, see our pastures, be free

 

Of course there are many sides to a story

...

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Also by Don Matthews:

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? |

Driftwords

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Driftwords

 

I spelt out my love in the sand,

Confessed my love to the land.

The summer sun shone hot on my love,

Seagulls strutted around my love,

Crying it out to the sea.

 

The whispering wind rolled over my love,

Bare bodied babes built castles to my love,

Dogs wet from wildness in the sea

Shook salty coats and sprayed brine on my love.

 

Couples walking ...

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Also by eve nortley:

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

The Pitch

 

We’re bringing back books

As edgy accessories

 

Imagine that you’re rich enough to

Have the time to read

 

You’re so wealthy you can afford to

Disconnect while you’re doing it

 

We’re going to open up

A series of “bookstores”

 

Designer boutiques

Everything under glass

 

The catch will be pricing-

The mark up will only be

 

500 percent as ...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

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

A tangle in mind

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When the sepsis struck speckled

Unintended consequences

Arose in my mind

In  the tangling of time:

the rhythm in my head

of a feeling of dread.

In time to pull me round

like a full washing line

of antibiotics

on a windy-day-by-the-sea

then slinking off 

with Mr Delirium, he's off with his head,

an alternate reality, frightened and nearly dead.

I turn and turn...

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Also by John E Marks:

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 |

Insomnia

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
B...

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Also by Fred Varden:

Who is this please? |

Chasing Light

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Speak louder so they can't hear the silence instead,
turmoils and echos around my rigorous head,
keeping all the truths that we want to destroy
but we ought to protect,
see... I am nothing but a builder
but tonight I dreamt I was
an architect.

Momentum holds and it wouldn't rest,
dissolved in same old liquid mess,
vibrating body around its perfect chest
somehow.. still trying to disconne...

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Oblivious

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 |

ON A SICILIAN BEACH

ON A SICILIAN BEACH

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:

INVOLVED IN SWITZERLAND | BEACHED |

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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Haiku X 10

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

 

(Soul)

A wandering soul,

Tortured by experience,

Finds peace in your arms.

 

(Compass)

A broken compass,

Knows not the way to true north,

But may yet find it.

 

(Tears)

Tears of happiness,

​​​​​​Taste exactly as salty,

​​​​​​As tears of sorrow.

 

​(Student)

​​​​​​...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Hiding In The Silence |

Pueblo


Pebbles in this river-


smooth as skin, every one!


Shall we check further downstream?


No need. These pebbles have been kissing.


Tuesday, kiss. Wednesday, kiss.


Have you no prophecy for next Friday?


Pueblo, these waters swell


with more tears than your own.


Cast your line further now.

 

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Before Too Long | Late Learner | Maia | Knucklebones |

Selfless selfie

We have it all wrong

 

Serial selfie abusers are among

The most selfless, the least egotistical

People we should strive to know

 

Really

 

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 |

Room

 

The air is hot in here

Heavy 

Filled with the smell of sin

The clock tick-tocks

in the dark

Measuring time

Registering every second of pain 

Old carpet, stained with blood 

Hiding dirty secrets,

those which doesn't want to be found

Broken bed,

nailed by the weight of all the screams

it heard

 

Windows closed… long time ago

 

Evil monster in the ...

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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

Isol...

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Also by Stuart Clark:

The Good Are Few |

Ode to the Bonzos

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Throughout the course of history, upon a manifest,

The great and good have etched their names that we might stand impressed

 

By feats of ingenuity, of bravery or skill;

With how they conquered continents or praised the daffodil.

 

We marvelled how they scaled the heights of mountains in the east,

Or daubed a canvas with gouache or sprinted like some beast.

 

And in the ...

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WEEKLY WALKABOUTSVERSE, E.G., 115 OF 230: SUNDAY CRICKET AND BERRIES

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Poem 115 of 230: SUNDAY CRICKET AND BERRIES - SUMMER 2000

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 -
Walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com

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what would we do without dads

( simplistic poem knocked together for my she-nipper to read in class-re tomorrow )

 

Fathers who cried with joy seeing us come into the world

Fathers who helped our new lives unfurl

Fathers who nursed us and taught us to potty

Fathers who wiped away green nose bubbles and dripping candles drippingly snotty

Fathers who trained us to bike ride and ran alongside

Fathers who hugg...

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Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:

who un-cares wins? | luck pusher | Doctor Grease Monkey | Trump card | Arousal's | Country boy down the 'smoke' |

Retirement

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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 |

Escape

I held courage by the hand 

And walked away 

The birds followed me 

Singing 

The sun followed me 

Shining 

I was finally free

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OLD BARN (A Haiku)

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Inside an old barn
Working fast and nervously
Meth lab explosion

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Also by Jason Zane:

DIVIDED | SNOB CITY | FUTURE SUNRISE |

LEADER OF THE PACK

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Isn’t that Boris there over there in the spotlight?  (Uh uh)

Didn’t you used to have a thing for him (Uh uh)

By the way, where’d you meet him

 

“I saw him on the telly with unruly hair

I thought him a cutie and a cuddly bear

I never saw him as Leader of the Pack".

 

You folks were always putting him down

(Down down down)

You said he’s just a daft harmless clown

(Yo...

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Also by John Coopey:

IT WAIN'T WESH | I MISS THE MAN THAT I USED TO BE |

Beautiful Tree

A willow tree hides

at the edge of the orchard,

Streams of withered leaves

veiling its stooping trunk.

 

Struggling to survive,

Its roots are sparse and fractured,

And its brittle branches snap - 

At the lightest gust.

 

All will for life,

Seemingly sucked

Into the soil.

 

But within the crumbling walls of bark,

Its rings of wisdom lie.

Tales of brut...

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Ghosting

So do you still remember me across the tumbled years

Far off thoughts from far away places

Memories fading the pictures of our love

Do you ever think of me the way I do you

Of knowing stares and smiles and eyes that glitter

With no need for words as the loving thoughts just flitter

Warmth from head to heart, from heart to soul, into the bone

Do our thoughts bounce and join acr...

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Beast in Pain

There is a feral beast trapped inside of me that suffers

She weeps and roars and pounds hard on her dungeon's door 

A smothering embrace; noone cares to accept the love She offers

Her pathos and tumult within have force enough to start a war

And though I have her well contained, claws trimmed and all;

while I have Her locked away, I even had Her put in chains!

I can still hear He...

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Also by Mae Foreman:

Starchild's Spell | Thank You Mother | Father Thank You | Meaning Lost | Us and Them |

LIFE

Life is a gratuity

An annual annuity

Not designed for perpetuity;

There's no incongruity

So avoid any vacuity...

Employ some acuity

And relish its fortuity! 

..................................................

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

ARAB SPRING | TRAVEL | THE LONGEST DAY | ISLAMOPHOBIA | SING-SONG |

Unable to live without Love

Being in love is giving someone else your heart to do with as they please

For better or worse

Allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable with another

You're over the moon...you're happy...nothing could bring you down...nothing and no one could hurt you

It's the ones that you hold the closest that can cut you the deepest

All things must come to an end...nothing is permanent

Any...

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Also by ByteSize:

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 |

2015

NOT ANY MORE

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She is no longer the love of his life   

She's not his soul mate

Not any more

They stay together because it's convenient

They keep up appearances

for the sake of their friends

their children and their grandchildren

 

They don't have really personal conversations

Not any more

They talk about stuff

ordinary stuff, like the weather

They're no longer intimate

The...

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Also by Brian Maryon:

Changing Colour | No Relation to Eleanor | The State Visit |

Blurred

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In evening light at still of day

Shadows are sweeping time away.

A man through his window sees it all,

The fading blue, the shadow fall.

At the upper edge of vision

Perfect pearl, divine precision.

As hidden jewel in tapestry,

Shines the orb through the trees.

Two thirds round, white edged, sharp and clean.

The last third blurs into the unseen.

Precise imper...

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Also by afishamongmany:

Meeting Greeting | Three Times | Startingblocks | Stairways |

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To Be Adored

One day...
I'd love to sign my name
autograph a volume
my words printed in glorious black ink
type-set, spell-checked and bar-coded
head-shot just inside the hard cover
The girl opposite will be saying she loves my work
the way it 'resonates with her own feelings'
she and her man read together at night
I'd be respected, met my potential
achieved something of note
So, when my child seeks...

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Also by Tom:

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

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Why me?

Why me?

This usually come to every mind

Everyone have to face what is being destined

Why me, comes to everyone’s mind

We generally feels that God is dealing us with disparity

Feels like there is no hope of prosperity

Put this Shit away from mind

Grass looks greener from the other side

God has sent us here for some purpose

Every creature has something divine

Every soul...

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This Pain They Call Love

This was the last straw she went to far this time 

                     Vindictive lies no matter the cost no matter the ryme 

She says that she loves but her love has gone cold 

                      These third demesional energies will get left in the old 

This spirit of mine is feirce and strong but also brittle 

                       And these head games you play are just A pet...

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Grey clouds

 

The numb thump of my heart beating against my rib cadge, 

Unknown pain of sadness always giving me rage.

Desperately grasping at the last memories that I had with you,

Tears roll down my face when I find thats an issue.

The blood in my veins is so hard to contain, 

The thoughts of death flood through to my brain.

Hard to fight past the devil inside of me, 

I promise my na...

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Eddie Condon's apprentice

It was the smell of leather that hit me first

Old crisp leather

Well used

Beginning to crack around the straps

One of the buckles slightly bent

He shuffled nervously from one foot to another

As he entered the flat

A friend of a friend

His polished black shoes

And well- worn overcoat hanging over his slender frame

Gave him the appearance of a door to door salesman

...

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Also by Martin Elder:

How many tonight |

Math Test

I so remember - twelve years old -

Running home with my Math paper

99% in bold red across the top.

Racing full tilt to show my mother

How well I had done.

Teacher had been full of smiles.

 

I burst through the door.

'Mummy! Mummy! Look what I did!

Ninety-nine percent!'

She was at the sink peeling potatoes.

She turned, wiping her hands in her apron.

'Well! And w...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

I Hope There Is A Heaven For That Pretty Pink Dress |

Yesterday Stays Only a Dream for Tomorrow

Dreams to come true

kept us moving forward

 

A lifetime of promises

crushed inside a changing world

 

A disillusioned today is beyond repair

tomorrow now becomes isolated

 

As we fail to remember

how it once was.

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Dreaming of tomorrow was only yesterday

Half a Life

If you can honestly
Say you believe 
I'll forget about you
And you'll forget about me

You have not yet 
Come to realize 
That apart, we are living
But half of a life. 

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Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:

The Abyss | All of May |

The Estuary

I am

barefoot

on a far tide line

sand rippled

spread

with estuary shells

with oystercatchers

soft where rills run down

or the sea pools

behind a half-sunk stone

or a mooring chain

I am

watching

moored yachts

swinging to the tide turn

above their sunken reflections

angled lines of cirrostratus

echoed below the horizon

in the mirror gloss sea

...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Uchtryd's Summer Place |

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Ravi Shankar stopped me wanking

 

https://wolfgarwords.com/

 

Ravi Shankar stopped me wanking

he ceased my endless monkey spanking,

he soothed my lust with his Sitar

my ears pricked up to sounds from far.

 

My Mothers happiness complete

my DNA saved from the sheets,

though father he was less than pleased

saw other cultures as disease.

 

And then through music back came lust

total immersi...

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Also by Wolfgar:

The management of savagery | Gently in the forest | Beyond the mirror |

HANGING GARDENS, HASLEMERE

HANGING GARDENS, HASLEMERE                                  

Those of Babylon, no record left,

if half as beautiful as those you’ve kept

they deserved inclusion in the glorious Seven,

the wonders of which we’ll never know

sufficient for clever comparison; but enough to

win much more than accolades in words and gaze

than I, a devotee, might quickly assign

to their beauty, to...

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Also by Peter Taylor:

SILENT GREETINGS | SHARING THE SUN |

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