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Funny, Funny

Funny! How funny, so very funny that it makes me sick!

that the sheep's death rattle should go down in history as vicious "roar"

that the Mame that's to blame keeps mum while her blood's being sucked by the tick

that the wrongdoer has a carte blanche to laugh and jump and skip and soar!

Isn't it funny? How funny, so funny, very funny, funny; don't you find? Oh, the deceit!

That the ...

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Also by Mae Foreman:

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

the nerds are onto something, kinda

I(T)'s a simulation. In nervous systems, seemingly. My I(T) in mine, yours in yours, theirs in theirs. We assume that for each other, so an I can talk to a you and a they as an us.

There may be no nervous systems and no being or nothingness beyond I(T). You may be entirely in I. Vice versa. Or maybe there’s a turtle’s shell or a Greek dude’s shadowy cave or a cosmic bubble bath of bubble baths ...

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Focus on life!!!

Even if we know 

The day our death arrives

Shouldn't we focus on life?


Will focussing on death

Help us evade it

Or would it arrive sooner?


Isn't it wise

To just focus on life

Making each day a beautiful one


Or should we be a fool

To sit and brood over death

Destroying our today's happiness


As a wise saying goes

Remembering death often


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Also by Do.RoThY:

(untitled) | Coming back to you again!!!! | Thank you!!! | Build me!!! | 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!! |


Itching skin
Crawling bugs
Needle's in
Shoot the drugs
Jerk and twitch
Itch and scratch
Moan and bitch
Lice eggs hatch
Rob and steal
For a fix
Dumpster meal
Turning tricks
Go to jail
Withdrawal begins
Organs fail
Addiction grins


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Also by Jason Zane:




beginning ends

when the end begins

we all know that

it could be worse

it could be better

it makes me despair for the worst

it makes me hope for the better

these opposites are interlaced with sorrow

interlaced with peace

why I don't know

I must find out

before the end begins

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


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(I seem to recollect he posted a couple of things on WOL a few years ago but I couldn't find them)


I knew Andrew.  But not well.

I’d not seen him for six or more years, since he’d moved away from the York area to deepest West Yorkshire.  But we kept in touch through Facebook.

Those who knew him will recall a character warm with wit and charm. He came from Essex, the son of a clergyma...

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Also by John Coopey:


Hive member. Natural drone


buzzing drowsily at eye level in the oven-like haze

of a summers day

somehow knowingly choosing particular flowers

that, more nectar promising

fragrantly stand out from

the multi-coloured floral crowd he hovers above.


He is making the very best, 

of, being ( no pun intended ) in the right place at the right time.

 This winged collector, this stripey fur j...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

3 ridiculous retorts! | straying into a wildlife reserve | midnight midwinter |

Me And My Mortality

We entered life together,

Seperated at conception,

He born directly into the world,

Waiting for me to follow,

Hiding in the tall branches and low fields,

In the speeding traffic and deep rivers,

In the aeroplanes engines and the sharks jaws,

In the dark chasms and the freak streak of lightning,

In the storms head and hopefully, one day, in the comfortable bed.

I know of ...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Crimson | Haiku X 10 | Hiding In The Silence |

Seeing Things

What is the scale of reality?

We all have our own truths

Our own views

How do you quantify actuality?


“A fantasy is a vision

It is solely in your vision

It is envisioned by you

A vision is a fantasy”


But saints had visions!

Politicians have visions!

Some people have double vision

Anyone that has sight has vision

Whether they have a sixth sense

Or no...

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Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:

My Point is Circular |

conversationhallucinationinsanitymental healthpostmodernpsychosisquestionsrealitysanitytruthvision



What vistas from my window call

their beauty leaves one so in awe


but missed are vistas unrecalled

when fast asleep I tend to fall


for in the car the motion sways

as on a boat upon the waves


I fall to sleep and drift away

keep vistas for another day.



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Also by d.knape:

Slow Walking | Expansion Announcement | 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 |

The power of giving

what is life without a fight
without rights
do we live to fight for our rights
when is it right to fight
to write about fighting for rights in this life
this short life
before you know it it's over
it's done
your day has gone
the only rights you got now are your last
last rights
they're flashing before you
visions of all that you seen and who saw you
your brothers your siste...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

2019 New moon 17th june | Transformation | 11.11 | Heartburn no more |




charm and
tears of a
hits the
the toad
no need
no lily
rabbit hole
character of
deep sea
not blinded
by night
a lizard
in dim light

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Also by cindylee loucks:


POEMS by cindy lee loucks

the death of love

The death of love



I knew of a couple

They were in love and happy

Saving money to buy a house.

She became pregnant and

Thought it was best to have an abortion

Without consulted her spouse she went and had one

And since a  woman’s body is her temple

She didn’t think of telling him.

When he knew he felt resentful he had hoped

They one day would have a  baby.


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Also by jan oskar hansen:

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

Sea Woman

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Sea Woman


I saw her first when beaching my boat,

Tired eyes see strange sights.


Sun glinting in golden locks

That rippled like a neap tide,

Rivulets of salt-soaked water

Running down sun-ripened skin,

Rope-calloused hands itching

To caress her bare back.


Then the heart-stop shock

As my eyes ran their downward course:

No lissom legs on my mysterious m...

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Also by eve nortley:

A Life On The Ocean Wave | Come down to the beach... | Driftwords | Awful Androgens | Dear Mr Burne Jones | Birmingham's Bhangra Babes | 21st Century Love | Curry and Kulfi | Gambling with grandad | Money | Sir Frances Drake |

This Ain't No Aussie Launchpad Don

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This Ain't No Aussie Launchpad Don


I'd like to see more humour on the site. To me it needs a re-balance.


Things seem so unbalanced

I'm drowning in despair

I need come up for humour

I need come up for air


But Don this ain't no launchpad

For Aussies seeking fun

We're British, Queen-like, serious

When all is said and done


I hear some of you say...

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Also by Don Matthews:

Infected | Bridget Everett - On the Edge | 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? |


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Mansur al-Hallaj was a Persian mystic, poet and teacher of Sufism. 

Born: 26 March 858 AD,  Fars, Persia

Died: 26 March 922 AD,  Baghdad, Mesopotamia


Goodbye my Sufi friend and lover

Nothing exists now to connect you to me

You are safe from the executioner's block.

Tayyar is honourable and full of good intent.

I will soon rise from the trap of this world.

I ask you to ...

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Also by John E Marks:

No man ever steps in the same river twice | 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 |

Unrequited Heartbreak

Happy for someone 

Heartbroken for yourself

Chest tight

Gasping for breath

Tears stuck to your eyes. 

How do you move on?

Let go?

It comes in waves,

     Crashing one minute

Peaceful the next

Keep trying to forget

You can’t.

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Also by Rye:

Secret Feelings |


It was soon after your beloved dog had passed away

that I saw you at the animal sanctuary

looking in each kennel.


I could all too easily imagine

you having your heart and soul

benevolently wide open


like two angels showing you the way to redemption

showing you how to light the new way

back to your old canine loving happinesses.





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Also by Jemima Jones:

Returning to the embrace of echoes | Winters uncontested Minstrel | From Fly to fertilizer | Necessity of repetitions |

Atypical ascension

Roses in bloom as i scale the stairs from my tomb

I've been away a long time,but the sweet scent of morning dew brings me closer to you


Felt like the fall from heaven was endless

but our hands met when you picked me up, foreign land for both of us but you never lost your gentle touch


I wake up and send praise to the gods, the woman of my dreams persists into my arms 

she p...

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When did I sign up?

The stress the strain and endless pain

Is normal in a world where sun is rain

Where white is black

and you daren’t look back

or answer when they say “hey what’s up?”

When was it that for all this I signed up?


Don’t get me wrong I do the caring

not for money or gifts but for love and sharing,

and promises I made on that special day

but hey!  When did I sign up for th...

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Also by Fred Varden:

Insomnia | Who is this please? |

A million more did start



I wish I could walk a mile on my twisted wasted legs,

but they are on a cratered path

somewhere else instead.


I wish I could speak a truth with my mangled severed tongue,

but it festers in a blood soaked pit

where silence was begun.


I wish I could show you vision through my blinded plucked out eyes,

but they were stamped on with deri...

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Also by Wolfgar:

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


I recently signed up for some intelligent fun

But oh my...

I was not prepared for what I would find.

WOL seemed a wholesome place

But lately some 'gents' have tarnished this space!

With challenges of edgyness, some subjects have 'come up'

And what's with Bridgette Everette and that "d*** in her mouth"?

So my grandmother used Lux and my mother liked Camay

I never really like...

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

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

Life and Hard Candy

Hard candy in a cheek cave

worn and wearing lasts longer

than chewed delights meant

to mouthbind the eater

in rapture and dumb thirst

for more evermore.


Hard candy in a cheek cave

provokes spit and hesistation

on a snap decision to bust it

down into a nerve still hard

and whole in each grain



Hard candy in a cheek cave

makes me suck darkly...

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Also by Devon Brock:

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

The end of interest

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I'm simple this way

this way leaning


Watching your want

this way fading.


You're always his way

his way gleaning.


I'm holding this loss

this way leaving.



When you leave

the conversation

before you've left

the company-


when I've left

your busy thoughts

after I've left

your sympathy-


with your touch

and cooling...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

testing... 1 2 3 | The Complainer |

Mind in a Cage

Gazing from my window

In the tenderness of Spring

I feel like a seed in soil

Gathering vitality from the dark Earth

Pulsing upward for Sunlight.

And I know I am blessed with re-growth

My whole self open to new vistas.


And then a 'vista' surges up – unwanted.

An intrusion on the lyric moment.

But my thought has triggered it

And I must consider it.

And then, I '...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

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

Days of Dementia

Some days I look at the mantelpiece

Where the dust gets thicker and the cobwebs grow

I’m not sure what to do about it, you know.


Every day seems like the same day

And even though it’s sunny outside

Sometimes the clouds get in the way.


I watch the TV but I don’t always take it in

And the flickering colours and sounds

Are something I don’t want around.



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dementialifeold age



You shine in the moonlight 

Like a sparkling beacon of promise 

Worth every drop of sweat and tears

Worth everything 


The prize

A reward for years of miserable life

A well-deserved meal after a famine 

The most divine taste of glory 


It’s been so long

I watch you glittering in the dark

Listen to your enchanting song 

Dream of you, day and night



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Also by Julia G:

Love me | Room |

Inner Voices

"You aren't good enough"

"You're going to fail"

"You are useless"

"You are nothing"

"You're all alone"

Can't stand the murmurs

Hateful voices

Inside my head

Twisting the words of others into cruilty

Only the hurtful messages make their way through

Struggling to find the light

Hands only grasp at emptiness

Darkness creaps in

My voice is fading

Only their wo...

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Also by ByteSize:

Doubt | 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 |


The Brink of Time

Long ago and far away

Are the worlds of yesterday.

We stand upon the brink of time

Where shadows rule and blind leads blind.

Nations quake, the seas they rage,

What help now our yesterdays.


Cosy dreams and pageant's show

Since far away and long ago

Have brought us to the brink of time

Where clown and prince play pantomime.

We cheer, we boo, we clap our hands,


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Also by afishamongmany:

Blurred | Meeting Greeting | Three Times | Startingblocks | Stairways |

brink of timecosy dreamsherojudgement daypantomimevillain

New to heart

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New to heart

Tuesday,18 th June 2019


It is a beautiful way

full of romantic feeling and says

something new to heart

in the form of human art


you remember or not

I am not caught

between dilemma and the real feel

it is no deal


I am out to find

the love of any kind

that has a love for an individual

with true heart and feel


feel pride and h...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

present failure | With colorful flowers | New to heart | Lines are drawn | 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 |



I shall write crap

about tickle and slap,

no detail spared

anatomically shared.


Bad taste no longer embarrassing

a close second to online harassing

the obvious answer

to pull the punters.


That's the way to go

to stimulate the poetry flow

and fuck inspiration up the arse

using the simple device of a cock

such endless pleasure to unlock.


It's no ...

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Also by ray pool:


Blackbird Mother

My wings are brown, not black and shiny.
I'm always peeping out through leaves.
I try and keep above the fear trilling below,
I know they are ingesting bitter roots.
And yet I swallow their song all the same.
The empty smoke of hope that arises,
as I am the Blackbird mother sitting,
gathering material and protecting you,
refined in pointless expectation.
I am a gust of failure that ruins,

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Live much longer don't smoke! A message to teenagers.

Smoking is  glamourous ,sexy and mature,

Advertisers create this perception to lure,

Teens to smoke and feel cool,

To fit in with their friends at school.


Smoking creates rebellion in the family hive,

Best to quit this mistake and stay alive.

Ask your teen what made him start,

To damage the lungs,circulation and heart.

Smoking and vaping are not allowed,

Darkness lu...

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Yorkshire's 10 Commandments

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This poem started off as "Yorkshire Rules" based on a Yorkshire tee shirt design, it was later adapted, incorporating Garrowby Hill, both generating much amusement, then I decided Pen-y-gent would be better  plus a few more amendments.


To answer God’s call Moses went, reyt to t’top o' Pen-y-Ghent

Not filled wi’ dread when he heard God spake an he said

“Moses, Yorkshire is my beloved ...

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Death Party

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Death Party

I watched my death party
And smiled
Because I knew what nobody can expect
When they leave into the darkness
Between the layers of time itself.

Some people shed tears of lost
While others smiled with no cost,
Many cry on their own
While I felt death
Like a wound
From a black rose.

I await to greet others
Within seconds
Not years –
Like time spent growing up with my ...

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A phrase which suggests to me an outcome,

Born of reason; not the season for legal treatise but could

Call time on each resting pair of marching boots plus owner,

Dulled, still, at dawn following deadly all day military drill, the

Excess dust now gone and marcher done – he forever

Full of phrases, though no And Because, each one more

Grouchy, generally, than the on...

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Also by Peter Taylor:


7-Up: Cleanliness Is Next To Impossible

Who else, save that one person

in need of relaxation

would stoop to taking a bath?

From the very first instant

said bather isn't cleaner

but more and more wallowing

in their own scum-laden filth.

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Also by Richie Muster:

The Whole Hog | Leave Or Remain, It's All The Same | If Poems Were Paintings (A Scabrous Fantasy, Written After Watching J. Koons at Work On BBC4) |


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Finding it impossible to get a doctor's appointment

I began the practise of self-diagnosis

which revealed that I was actually more ill than I thought


I had athlete's foot, housemaid's knee and tennis elbow

My prostate was enlarged and pressed against my bladder

causing me to pee more...could it get any badder? (groan)

Yes it could. I had cancer of everything

and both type...

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Also by Brian Maryon:

NOT ANY MORE | Changing Colour | No Relation to Eleanor | The State Visit |

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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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

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

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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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

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 |

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 |


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