Poetry Blogs (2019)

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I Once Lived in a Country Called Nicaragua

I once lived in a country called Nicaragua.

A land inhabited by delusional people blindly ignoring the truth,

rejecting the idea that we lived on unstable grounds. 

But the experts never lie and their warnings materialized themselves.


Tragedy struck like the hands of a clock.

Violence and anarchy were no longer distant stories written on newspapers, 

realities in foreign far...

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Also by Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo:

Thunderstorm | Expectations | Sanctuary | Ours |


With the power you claim,

you must know the peril

of our divided bloodline.


You spoke with a whisper

and tore me in two.

One’s wisdom only

extends, until they realize

they have none.


How shall a descendant

march toward the light?

Should he follow bulb or candle?


Your quarrel

has left us here to ponder.

To bare the weight

of bickering childre...

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Also by Chaz Allen:

Day 3 | Dark Matter | Courage | Climb | CHI | Celestial |


I share with you

that many have compared

my poetry to Dylan’s.

I feel the need however

to qualify that they were referring

to the former England rugby captain

Dylan Hartley.

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Also by John Coopey:


Mind bending

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Global news now!
See all about it right here!
Stories of the planet we look for...
Bizarre to see such pointless celebrity gossip instead.
These superstars are now the most important thing in life. 
What a bitter shame.
And yet....
To begin with you will feel no difference. 
Soon this commercial cancer will overtake us all.
To then believe in lies from surgical lips.
Blood supply is dead...

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Also by Harvey202020:

Horror | Frontiers | Sink | Fast Forward | New grass |

Solemn Anger

I stare at these 





I no longer cry

But instead stifle




Not because you are gone



But because I am beginning 

To forget 

     What it felt like


      To have you








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Also by Emma Cordova:

Tied | Human | Finders Keepers | Stickers | Confessions | Richard and Dolly | These Hands - Part III | Still counting | Que Sera Sera | Fixed Me |

Ode to Mr Jabberwoke - aka Jason Bliss

This speil was an instant response to member Jason Bliss's poem 'Lead Me Not'

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Learning to Fly

My 'DragonFlyDark' was at top speed,
her wings spread out wide and full
rarely given the chance to fly,
and rarely to ever so Low!

But I caught her sharp, up on the edge,
and pulled upon her reins...
"Woah there my great black beauty"
today ...

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Also by Tui Dragonfly:

Comatose Kitty |

Ramblings of an Ambulating Mind


There are too many lizards in the room

I had never seen a flying lizard dancing at someones tune

They are fighting and killing eachother like warriors of noon

On the floor, over the walls, on empty beds in every corner they seem to stay and stare

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Also by Do.RoThY:

Acceptance!!! | Pen!! | Desires (part II) | Happy birthday dear You!!! | Happy birthday!! | Exam fever!! | Frozen!! | Flight of fantasy!! | Castle of love!! | Memories for rest of my life!!! | Midnight!! | Crippled!! | Journey!! |

The guttering rain of home

Blood stains

Longer than churches

Stay standing.

Is it duty to devotion

Or devotion to duty that keeps

Me standing in this field of ripe poppies?

I don't know.

How can we translate this chaos

Into words?

The grammar of suffering

Is indecipherable.

Faith no longer floods my mind

My mind reminds me

That my veins are clogged with curdled liquor

And all is as ...

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Also by John E Marks:

Stormy Autumn Day | Time's fool | speech of angels | Who the hell can see forever? | Sister poem | An adamantine distress | For Al-Mu'tamid (Seville, 1040-95 Christian Era) | Lotus flower | Final solution | Victorian Gin Palace | Bobbins |

A St. Kitts and Nevis Independence Day Poem

It’s Independence Day and I have something to say,

We are proud of our history and proud of this special day!

Liamuiga (which means fertile land) was the original name,

From the Amerindians that were here before Columbus came.

“This land is called Saint Christopher,” he soon proclaimed,

“I claim this land for the Queen of Spain.”

Then the English came Led by Sir Thomas Warner,


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Οn the sleek surface of the pupil of this marble eye which pulls us down

heavy is the water trapped inside the mist

heavy the living and heavy the deceased

Heavy like Persephone's black, leaden veil and wedding gown.


This life isn't for the faint-hearted; for death isn't only for the brave.

heavy is the joy and the bliss,so fickle

heavy is the jingling silver bending sickle


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Also by Mae Foreman:

The Moon in Me- An Epigram | My Faith and Inspiration Found | The Wait | I Refuse | Wedding Wish |

The science of aging

Wrinkled clothes and wrinkled face

Sagging limbs and sagging mind


Sick friends bowled over

All strikes

No spares


Time pushes through the open door

The cosmic land of forgetfulness


Forgot the names

Forgot the dates

Forgot the words

Forget it


Losing all the wars

Gravitas to gravity

Wisdom to stupor

Elegance to deadpan


All dead end...

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Put Some Clothes On


youd better put some clothes on

this ain't Hollywood


all you people takin' selfies

with no clothes on


too many posts

and they aint fence


front side


showin' off your nekidness


just because them cows

can do it

don't mean you should


with a cow

you caint tell if they're in shape or not

it all kinda hangs


cows dont...

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Also by d.knape:

Goodbye Typewriter | Meatballs Tonight | Birds Of A Feather | IN fIELDS | Paying The Bills | BBQ | Unfriendly Skies | Hay | Bad Example | Buzz | Funny Face | No Comment | On A Roll | Busybodies | All These Aging Hippies | I Hear Freedom Singing | Our Fathers |

home from the cinema

Home from the cinema


We were going home from the movies

It began raining I had an umbrella and shielded

Her from most of the cloudburst, I got wet.


At her home, she said I had to take my suit off

I did but felt silly sitting on her sofa in my undies.


She came back from the bathroom wearing less than me,

We kissed and cuddled and ended up in her bedroom.



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Also by jan oskar hansen:

tears at night | the outdoors | several haiku | suicede | looking for serenity | sleepless | flowers | a notion | Jacob's ladder | blowing in the wind | as the wind blows | future | reality check | consensous | the collapse |


It’s a sad state of affairs, when only memories remain.

When the future looks bleak and the present brings pain.

When the ‘seven year itch’ makes your skin crawl.

When I look at what we've got now and it’s nothing at all.

It’s a sad state of affairs but our story is nothing new.

When relationship’s break down and words are few.

Looking back it and doesn’t seem that many years ago...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

The Attic Night | The Death of Meredith Hunter |

The Shooter

          THE SHOOTER.


Photography is getting the best shot.

In Vietnam, easy it was not.

Plenty of subjects to pick.

Shutter goes click….click….click.

Get in focus, depth of field.

Use the Camera, as a shield.

Life behind the Viewfinder.

Is your own, and much kinder.

SLR, see through lens.

Catches the image, makes more sense.


Dana Stone, Sean Flynn.


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Also by Mick Stewart:

Jungle Blues |

An Autumnal Rhapsody

An Autumnal Rhapsody


Clusters of sacrificial colurs

in a bleated cry from a dormant world

In unison the days of autumn do ebb

from the gaiety of a summer´s warmth

It is the finale, the last movement

of a rhapsody which droops in sorrow

Threadbare leaves in a myriad of colours

give the landscape a farewell hue

A floor of sadness is littered between weary trees

as ...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Down Memory Lane | An Ancient Language | A Moment in Time | The End | My Other.... | She Died Recently........ | Our Destiny | A Spiritual Home | Needless Burdens | The Final Blast | He Stepped Inside |

Snakes & Ladders

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Sometimes life is like playing a board game...

It gets so mundane

When each day

Seems the 


In this

Bored game

You play

Couldn't stay long

On the square

You were on

Kept sliding away

At the edge

Waits a


And he's ready

To take

You astray

But battle's 

Not finished

You can

Still win this

So in the game

You'll stay


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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Hourglass | Hope | Bumblebee | Friday 13th | Bridge Of Forgiveness | Older | Selfie Obsessed | The Magician | Climate Change | Her Dog's Voice | Mixed Messages | Bad Brexit Romance | Poetic Pianist | Woven song titles | Never serious, Never settled | Warrior of Spirit |

Gameswinning #life #motivation

What Have You Done With The Daylight?

What have you done with the daylight?
What have you done 
with all you’d waited for, so patiently
those long days of nothing
those long days of stumbling lost
between the armchair and the fridge
What have you done with the daylight?

What have you done with the daylight?
Since it came to you completely
painted so beautifully
smiling down and sunny
licking the edges of your everything

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Also by Tom:

Songs From The Womb | Fingerprints | The Upside Down Girl | My Prescription | Shedding Skin |

daylighthappinesslifemaking the most of life

Shit! the Board are after me

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Shit! the Board are after me


The buggars are on my tail, they are

They think my verse is low-gear

It's not nuff arty-farty like

It's not nuff Willy Shakespeare


Art thou listening oh Great Board?

(Yes you up in the sky)

Willy Shakespeare wrote for Globe

That paper's long gone by


You need to make an effort Board

Come off your great high tree


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Also by Don Matthews:

Appalling | But Am I Crazy ? | Winston Where Have They Taken It ? | WOL Muse Bus Tour and Thalia (thankyou Philipos) | Banning Plastics | Where Are You My Publisher? | Our Master is a Slave Driver | Joni Mitchell 1969 | Mugabe's Dead | Wanna, Gonna, Sorta, Wot ? | If | Poet in Training 2017 | I Just Don't Get It? 1 & 2 | Americans Don't Understand English | WOL's Kiddie Kindergarten (today's lesson the letter J) | Maybe |

Alcoholic’s Prayer


Heavenly Father


Please give me faith

That i can sober

live through a day


Please give me love that lingers

So i don’t have to drink up

the emptiness


Please give me courage

when pain and despair

push me towards the bottle 


Please give me strength

to unlock this chain


I want to show the dearest ones

how much i truly love them



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Also by Julia:

rose | Little Bird | Invitation |

autumn haiku


the birds nest -

fills with the hollowness 

of autumn

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friction | new dawn | catcher of my shadows | narcotic |

Love me just the same

If I lied

or made you cry

or didn’t try

would you still love me just the same


if you were alone

and never known

pick up the phone

and there you’ll see my name


a text

who knows what’s next?

always perplexed

every day is a new game


you say

we’re made to break

there’s no escape

I say I’ll take the blame


I dream

of you I scream


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Also by CharaOfNothing:

Cordelia | Haikus | Rose | After The Life |

Mule deer lights

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Headlamp illuminates glass, fear has passed like summer showers
Hours and hours of waiting for you, dandelions grew in pace
A face, name forgotten, incubating heartfelt goodbyes
Forever cries to the moment, forward movement, unconscious atonement
Blowing it, down and destroyed and dead, call it a solution
Solvents fluid, plastic, pollution, unscrewing the lid to the genie jar
Listed over to ...

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Also by Patrick Kennon:

Room for creamer | Spoken | TinSqr | Waterboard |

Identity Crisis 3 Haiku

hiding in plain sight

will you tell them or should I?

best it comes from you


© Graham Sherwood 09/2019



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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Identity Crisis 2 Haiku | Identity Crisis Haiku | Are you okay? |


Your gates are open – Emelie,

your towers are unmanned;

across the gleaming moat I see

you wave with welcome hand.


No horses, arrows, swords or shields

for victory I need;

while bloodless stays the streets and fields -

your eyes I try to read.


But just the sound of your soft voice -

and I'm in shackles bound;

a happy slave that knows no choice,

who chains...

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Also by Chris Laverty:

Thoughts on England while abroad | In Despondency |

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I apply a light to the bowl of my pipe

draw flame through the tobacco;

its secrets of pleasure are soon revealed

chasing the air in a pact.

We smoke together,


nothing can come between us

except time, never lasting forever.

On lonely days

I take to manicuring the briar

buffing it like an apple ripe

filling her bowl with new delight

then, once again I complete t...

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Also by ray pool:


Just for a moment...

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Just for a moment

We sit
On a cliff, on the north Somerset coast
We’re overlooking the Bristol Channel to South Wales
We eat, drink and talk
We try to work out where Cardiff, Swansea and Barry Island are
We wonder if those in Wales are doing the same
It’s easier at night, when their lights shine bright
The Sun is blazing down
Welcome but untypical for an English bank holiday
Kids are c...

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After the party and lots of rollicking

I felt uneasy .

And some droplets of cold perspiration came

on my forehead.

I felt someone following me.

I turned back hastily.

I found nothing except my frail shadow.

Suddenly it grew larger and larger.

I could not move.

I cried for help to drag me out.

I just heard a cackle and felt a suffocation.

I woke up and found my body...

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What more ? | Indelible | Some Scars,Some Joys | Seeking Help |

Little boy

Little boy going home crying 

What is home?

The house of tortue

Tools use to break down the little boy

The smell reeks of depression

The fear of not having true salvation 

Letting the spirits of the bottle run your whole nation

Using your hands more than your brain

Letting the little boy suffer all your pain

What truly do you have to gain?

Now you let the boy turn ins...

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Also by Ever Cruz:

Joker Smile | Hope | Number 2 |

Inseparable part

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Inseparable parts

Wednesday,18th September 2019


Pain and pleasure

go together

for all human beings

and try to bring some compromise


it can't be separated

and differently related

they have their own role

to coincide with the role



may cause you strain

and maintain

mental turmoil


go by what you have

and behave

sensibly for the t...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

Poetess-Brilliant with a divinelook | Poetess-Brilliant with divine look | Not ruled out | Real world | Long live-Indian Prime Minister | Life may give in | Cough out | Generous behavior | Not a blade of grass | Keep hope alive | Poetical sentiments | Lovely princess | Be good individual | Great relief | Never starve | Meet with rough weather | Know and love | War-no option | Help me | Waves shall | Pray for mercy | Bitter memory | Peace stays | Less you focus | My book | My little flower | Poetry- an expression | Love as I take | Come back | Mass destruction | Self-elevation and | Show them door and | Life doesn't end | Three cheers |



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She looks in the mirror;

What does she see?

Hair stained grey by the cruel hands of time;

A face lined with age, worn past its prime.


He looks at her;

What does he see?

A crown of silver upon the head of a queen;

The face of the loveliest girl he's ever seen...

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Also by Chrystel Roberts:

IRREPLACEABLE | Numero Uno | Tomorrow is far away | My bad! | BLUE | Out of my head! | Hope Springs Eternal | Call me Rhett! | Huh??? | why i like Poets |

What Happened?

A winter's evening, thick with fog,

My wife went out to walk the dog.


Ten minutes, maybe more went by,

And then arose a monstrous cry.


It split the still and silent air,

It raged and echoed everywhere,


It sounded like the sound of doom,

It made me start and pace the room,


A greater dread I've never known...

And then the dog came home alone.

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Also by branwell kent:

This Wouldn't Happen On The NHS | Lost Love | A Cautionary Tale | Hedgehogs On A Plane | Chacun A Son Gout | Ambition |

birth of memory's death

" not sure " he said.


It was his birthday

and I,

hoping he would not have forgotten

had put him to the test

another one he had failed.


He is beginning to see nothing

except, shadows

that hide his;





and ( my ) christening day past


those that Mum has in photograph albums


of their two of a ki...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

figure of fun | an ideal deal | is this the hope-ward road? | with hAvOc as a memory | inexplicable entities | unforgettable underdogs aka real human beings ( a just HAS TO BE for all on WOL ) | weak days | withdrawal |

Storm Crows


The silence of the muffled night is shattered by the scraping call of storm crows,

The "Plinking" heavy heat of sunlight plays a tune upon the fences of the park,

The violence of the storm in flight that clatters over gaping fields of corn rows,

Leaves the thinking man to ponder what is levied by the dragon in the dark, 

For from its jaws it spews forth fire to split and crack the...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

An Ideal World | The Cutter | Lead Me Not | I Bought A Kayak | A Stone For The Miller (Collaboration Feat Mae Foreman) | The Key Fumbled |

Dream Lover

In my dreams you're always there

So far away and yet so near

I see your face smiling bright

All day long I wish for night

When I can dream of you once more

And wake in the morning

Happy and sure



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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

I Missed the Bus | No More Hellos | Paying it Forward | Him | The Moors |


It's dark here and cold

but that's ok because i'm not hurting anyone anymore

I miss my family

but it's better to be here so I won't cause problems

i'm constantly messing up

i'm constantly causing problems

I miss my dog


there's nothing here

it's just me

just me

just me




sometimes I get sad

I wish I had someone to talk to

or something to...

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Also by temper:

desent |

Stupid Happy Writing

Writing makes me so silly happy

I can't help it

It just releases the right things

Making my brain 

Go baddabaddabing

I know this is stupid

But I couldn't help it

I just wrote a poem 

And it just made me feel so much better

I'm excited

There's a smile on my face

My arms are tingling

And my feet are relaxed

Something about the words

Coming out and edited


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Why You Can't Find a Master Class on Death

You can find volumes of information
On how to die, but the materials are
All prepared by interns and trainees.
The true masters on the art of dying
Have all lost interest in our struggles
With mortality and how to be shed of it.

Still, we want as much information as
Possible, so we can be prepared when
The time comes. We hang eagerly on
The words of those who nearly died,
Just so maybe...

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Also by Randy Horton:

Very Reasonable People Write The Apocalypse | Twisting the Hermenuetic Turn |

deathhappy deathnear deaththe art of dying

The Man

I see a man who has nothing

He wears a mask

I watch as he walks into an ocean of


Everyone he knows

Watching from afar

As I watch

I realize

That man is me


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Also by Daniel Amici:

Do I tell her |


She says that she needs a daddy 
But I'm more of a baller
She's calling for an SS emergency
But I've been calling for a SS Anne
I can't build no Castle 
I'm just a lonely bastard
so cut me off a little faster


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When the birds take back their language,

when the trees unloose

their tenderly hands from around you,

when the air doesn't breathe

and the seas are tearing,

when the flowers whisper:

No, you own nothing,

then remember:

You're visitor,

honoring the hospitality.

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Also by alexis karpouzos:


beautyfriendshipheartlifemetaphysicsmother naturepeacefulphilosophypoems on spiritualitypoetrystillnesswisdom

Sea Oats Already Know

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Beat, beat, beat

breathe in


My heart and lungs

they already know


Waves know just when

to bend


The crest crashes

when it feels high enough 


The seagull glides

by pulling on air


Sand crystals swirl

around half-buried twigs


Sea foam blows

down the body of the beach


Clouds rush

to reveal the warmth of September



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"You talk the talk.."*

"..do you walk the walk?"*

Principles are easy to talk about but hard to live by.

*all credit to Animal Mother and FULL METAL JACKET for the title and line in quotes.  If you think this applies only to men at war, heaven help us all for your duplicity.


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Do you see a world shining,

A sun rising?

The gashes in the walls?


Crumbling besides this great horizon,

Crumbling in my ears,

Gathering by the sea.


Pebbles are small,

You are real,

Upsetting falters in facades.



Don’t you see the walls?

Next to the horizon?


Overshadow me,

Besides me,


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Also by Adrian Metcalf:

Lonely by definition | Life is cruel |





At end of day, man on his knees,

Cried out to God “Lord, help me please!

My sins are dark, that much is plain –

How can you pardon me again?”


And, like God’s kiss upon his face,

He heard “I am the God of grace”



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The loudest silence I have ever heard,

and dark, so black I hardly see the night.

No moon, and just a smattering of stars

whose ghostly glimmer casts a shimmered shade

among the trees, where night-birds sound their cry.

A rustle in the ferns belies the breeze

that barely moves the leaves, and signals prey

that prey themselves, and so the chain endures.


For I, who spurn...

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Festival toilets

The weather is great

And the music is good

But I realy truly wish that I could

Hold it all in

But I need to pee

But those festival toilets are not for me

Because they smell so bad

And they look so grim

I feel like I'm going out on a limb.

It's too late I've breathed it in

The potty is filled up to the brim

Look at it it's overflowing

Maybe I should just get goin...

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Also by Andrew Mark Bedell:

Ordering drinks in a night club |

Naked Unconditional Love

The air was heavy with desire as his hand touched her naked breast

His mouth found her erect nipple and his tongue felt her areola 

He sucked hard and a burst of emotion shot through her body

She held him close, encouraging him to continue

She loved him more than anybody or anything on earth

When it was over he fell into a deep satisfied sleep

She slept too, knowing that he would...

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Also by Brian Maryon:

REMOVING STAINS | ALPHA MALE | Kemo Sabe | ...contains scenes of a sexual nature. | Girls Night Out |

Eternal dance

Dancing and Twirling in the luminous lights.. 
Souls drifted to reach dizzying heights.. 
Not known are the  naive ways of heart ..
Tugging, pulling the forbidden silken threads.. 
Fragile steps learn the beats of art..
Bold cruising, finally the inhibition sheds.. 
Eternity it takes to end the marvelous quest.. 
Dancing in unison, symphony at its soulful best.. 

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