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Melancholia In May

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Sun is now on the top again
swallowing the rest of our memories,
protecting the remains of the day,
keeping all the moments,
keeping them all the way....down.
Hey, forget your pride
there is nothing left to say
nothing stronger, nothing deeper than 
melancholia in May.
Don't collapse, stand up to your sense, your life,
store them somewhere else,
keeping them away, breaking them apart,
...

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Also by Dragan Bozilov:

Move On | Echoes | Visitor | Dream About Absolute Freedom | Trace | Raining In The South | Blue | Tattoos, Bricks & Bridges |

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Another Line Of Work

 

This poetry thing

is not working out

I work at it everyday

but so far

have only earned $4.50

for all my time and trouble

needless to say this is below

minimum wage

and beneath my dignity

so I will be resigning my position

and seeking another line of work

perhaps writing Obituaries

unlike poetry

death is certain.

 

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Also by d.knape:

Getting All A's | Cat Purrs | No Lingering Death | Brexit---Members Only | I Cannot Imagine | Inner Space | Tomorrow Never Comes | Somebody | The Critic | Going Bald | Pavement | Identity Problem | Red Light Cameras | Divorce | Please Come See Me | Feeling The Heat | Don't Bother | Hold Your Tongue | The Leaving |

Virgin Boys

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VIRGIN BOYS

Amongst others we are virgins
Their quest is to devour virgins
They claim to be the saint
Yet we are truly innocent

We don't activate like slay kings
Who will never wear you rings
They will wear you lice 
But virgin boys don't lie

Always in their horny mood
Yet we plan a honey moon
All they need is score goal
But we love and never let go

©Kporho Vwede Daniel

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Also by Kporho Vwede Daniel:

Christmas | Government magic | RESOLUTION |

Sincerely Hug You in Love

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every time I look at your portrait
breezy rustling miss present
every time I interpret your smile
warm desires flow

your black hair is smooth
touch your beautiful cheeks
clear your eyes excite to guide
mean your heart is behind a smile

soft poignant singing
your poetic strings are sad
tough looks you save sad
exposure to life test was exhausted

thrilled with your past
my amazeme...

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Also by Suko Waspodo:

Silent Song (In The Morning) | Frame Two Hearts | Kept in Silence | To Be Meaningful | Lonely Without You | Longing for Blue Morning | Run Aground | Morning Greetings | The Beauty of The Past | Miss Peace | Our Longing Poetry | Regret | My Wish | Living in Harmony | Your Will Can Happen | Should I Write A Love Poem? | Morning Romantic Hope | If Only |

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Angelica's Journal

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Angelica Journal's

Once Upon A Beloved

So quiet!
So quiet within me
So still within a waking dream,
where belief meets forgotten painful memories.
The hurt inside this pain is tormenting and the memories that once invaded the heart of me is once more.
I can feel my walls crumpling down around me as my life begins to shift into a new era of reality.
An era of utter solitude forced not b...

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II

 

You are

A second in the stream of eternity 

A gentle touch of God’s fingers

A footprint 

A stamp

A whisper

 

I won’t try to measure you

Mold you

Color you

I won’t trap you in a box

 

You live in freedom

Someone

Or no one

You come and you go

 

You are under, above

Somewhere beyond

To know you

I’ll close my eyes and listen

 

We d...

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Also by Marcin:

I |

railway table

The Stylishness

 

Coming back he felt like a man sitting

on a train going home from seeing the blue angel.

Besides a person who was on secondment

from the army so often he was a now a colonel and

 knew the railway system in Germany.

He had been on a bender for days and, the room

where he woke up was dingy and needed, and all

he needed was a cold bottle

of beer not for...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

to be the best | yesterday is tomorrow | titleless | Brexit 2 | the cow | how it is so insane | happy for some | thoughts | thoughts | loving thought | beware of colours | wakeful | the love | the poverty of self loathing | odd is the poet | the vagabond | useless wars | long for the sea | a time called noel | India | wordsmith | 2019 | religion versus culture | reflection on wednesday |

I do not get it

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I do not get it when they say,

We will not make it one day,

I do not get it, when they laugh,

On us and on our scars

 

I do not get it when they do not believe us,

How crazily can this world suck?

I cannot express the pain in words,

Let’s run because we seem cursed

 

Let’s run away from the chains of pain,

Let’s run away where we can dance in rain,

Let’s run as ...

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Also by Shuchi Batra:

Fly Away |

#life #destiny #fateboysbreakupcheatingdestinyexperiencefreegirllaughlovelove endingmodern liferelationshipsscars

Temple Builder. I Do Object

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Temple Builder. I Do Object

 

I read something the other day

To which I do object

I found it out of order

'Cause me it did affect

 

The Temple Builder did suggest

The Rhymers Club did not

Write poems which were meaningful

But play and tommy rot

 

I would suggest the Builder

Go look at what we wrote

It was a mix of serious/fun

Unlike the Builder's quote

...

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Also by Don Matthews:

Befuddled | UK's Best Days | Losing Personal Interaction | Skittish not British | Wretch-ed and Fetch-ed | Our Sheep Are Clever. We Teach Them the ABC | I Just Don't Give a Fuck | Please Pass the Truffles | Rhymer Club's Collapsed, Kaputt | We're in for a Stinker | Has Anyone Seen My Brother? | Venturing Into Controversial Poetry | Over-Eating. Brian Wins the Challenge | Sudden. Unexpected (2) | Sudden. Unexpectd | Tomorrow Will Be 41 | In Time For Your Brekkie |

FAMILY TIME

FAMILY TIME

 

A time of laughter,

Priced more than gold,

We all need to enjoy this before we get old.

 

Smiles after smiles,

From cheek to cheek,

Let this moment be something you always seek.

 

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Also by Tyler Lozano:

FREEDOM | CONFIDENCE | UNTITLED | AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME | CLARITY | VALUES | THE WARRIOR & THE POET | LITTLE THINGS | SOCIAL FEEDIA | AS A KID | EAST COAST SOUTHERNERS | FAITH | RELEASE | APATHEIA | ALONE TIME | A LOVE | SELF DESTRUCTION | SOMETIMES | SAD FACE EMOJI | (WARNING EXPLICIT) SEXY, YET SWEET | QUESTIONS? | (WARNING EXPLICIT) INTIMACY | WHERE I COME FROM | LEADERSHIP | CHERISH | TODAY | BREAKING THE NORM | ANXIETY | WEATHER | FALLING | NO MORE | TRAPPED | WARMTH | MISSING YOU | FAMILY OVER EVERYTHING | PERCEPTION | PERSPECTIVE | I AM |

Too Young

They tell me I’m too young. 

Too young to know

about the horrors of the world.

Too young 

to make decisions of my own. 

Too young 

to be thinking at the level I am. 

Too young 

to hear about politics. 

Too young 

to be worrying about the things I worry about. 

They tell me I have an old soul. 

They tell me I think like a 32 year old. 

They tell me to stop wor...

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No woman is an island

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I can hardly speak but I will try.

My brain falls silent, still;

It is the dying of the day

When a ferment  of tenses

Lead me up many cul de sacs. 

Lingering a moonlight-figure

Mirrors the sparkling frost,

He's gone but never lost.

Suspicious of the silence within,

Outside all is wild, the colour of blood

Soaks the sky.

On a barge meandering down the river

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Also by John E Marks:

Ye Madcaps Of England | All that love can do | If Revisited | Pseudobulbar affect. | The swan's last waltz | Right to remain Silent | Prayer Flags | A ladder to the stars | A nightmare in three acts. | Only the rivers run free | Death of a Gambler | Your brother's keeper | Synaesthesia | In search of.... | Vignette | Our revels now are ended | Feed your head | scene of crime | propaganda | consequences | H.M.M | Come back and haunt me | Early morning walk | Mensch | Body on a beach |

Sent To Me In A Dream

 

A collection of poems is made to be loved.
I know each one will be loved, by many.
I pass by unmoved until the moment
I feel myself gliding fast across ice,
each breath an exhilerating potion.
What do others find in the odes they memorise?
Assume there's love somewhere hereabouts.
Baffling like the flocks I love that love the sky,
the shoals that love the seas.
I should turn again to...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

The Everlasting Voices | Poems Of Yeats |

Piggy in the middle

Trump to the left of me

Brexit to the right

IRELAND

Eire I am, stuck in the middle with Eu...

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Also by Lysa d:

Guilty pleasures | Midnight madness | R. kelly | BREATHLESS | Little boys bum | Just for fun | Poor me ' poor you ' poor us | Lotto | Devils domain | Twin flame | My group | Waiting | Lucid dreams | Rat race | Flowing effortlessly | Together we make a difference |

Disorientated (2)

 

Yesterday a policeman shit on my head

when I went to complain to a pigeon

about my gypsy being stolen by two cars.

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Also by David Gabriel Caplan:

My neighbour had a fluffy cat. | Disorientated (1) | Banged Up | Haiku X 2 | Pubbing & Clubbing (late 60s / early 70s) | Morning Glory | The Protectors | Waiting for peace |

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My Feet

My Feet

 

They have padded in various places

from shady joints to tropical beaches

Across countless pages they have trodden

in shoes, sandals, boots and in naked sedition

They have carried burdens and suffered corns

roamed the countryside and endured brittle thorns

I clip the nails and moisturise their soles

for God alone knows these extreme toes

My feet are a divine ...

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Also by keith jeffries:

The Last Moments | Brexit | Wisdom | The Lantern | Winter´s Doldrums | Unseated | Expressions | The Cloud of Fear |

Self-Doubt

A poet will pick up his pen

At the whim of his muse now and then

So he writes it all out

Then in tortured self-doubt

Rips it up and starts over again

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Ice Cream | Time To Diet | Winter’s The Pits | Cold |

About Us

Passion consumed 
eventually fades.

Passion capped 
pursues us 

beyond the grave.

This revelation 
helps me understand,

our encounter was 
never about us.

It was about our muses
intertwined in the 

world of words.

We were denied 
the lasting passion
we searched for

so we could write 
our soul songs

for seekers 
to see

the ectasy 
and despair

that accompan...

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Also by Vautaw:

Enoughness | I'm Sorry | Forever | True Love | Write Anyway | Amused | My Dopamine | Soul Scars | Writer's Block | The Bleeding Edge | Naked Souls | New Year Addiction |

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Pseudo Aristocrats

Pseudo Aristocrats

 

A disrobed choir of discordant voices

with silver spoons rammed down their gullets

An elite of frumpy frocks

apeing one another in full length mirrors

Polished and posh, priggish and fake

a privileged grooming from a redundant stable

Manes dyed yellow and painted faces

a ship with no compass but a fools rudder

They sail, glide with impunity to rid...

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Also by Temple of Indomitable Poetry:

Shadow behind the curtain | Perchance To Dream. | Ghost | Out of his reach | Harlequin | Parliament | The battle within | "The White Trees" by Big Sal | ASPIRING POETS WANTED! |

TIME TRAVEL

To all you UK readers under fifty five; come... take a trip with me

Back to Christmas 1962  - and the New Year of '63.

On Boxing Day the first flakes fell but few folk were concerned,

But wiser minds stocked grates with logs - not to be "twice burned".

There was a lull and smug smiles came - and just as quickly went,

As Mother Nature took a breath and then gave it full vent!

The ...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE | THE BEST AND THE WORST - a re-post from a while ago | TREASURE HUNT | CONCORDE- Wordsworth would understand! | HOLIDAYS | PLACES IN THE MIND |

Moments!!!

I just wonder how it would be

When after months many

We are going to eachother see

 

Will i cry on seeing you

Will i run right into your arms

Will i laugh and dance

 

The moment of our divine unite

Should be the best ever lived

A precious hour permanently fixed

 

I don't wish to feel shy like before

And miss on the moments of love

So this time it's gonna b...

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Also by Dolly L.:

O Dear life!! | Feelings!! | I Love You!! | Please!! | Missing you!! | O my lovely friend!! | Hold me in your arms!! | Kiss my pain away!! |

THE PAST CALLS

The past came calling,
Oh!  What a pity.
For love that once intoxicated,
Was left behind to die. 

The heart bled and the lips quivered, 
Lost were you in the midst of time, 
The night had your name on love's lips,
And the day your face to see.

The gentle hold and palm's softness, 
A baritone voice and soothing words,
The loving eyes that says it all,
Were all lost in the midst of ti...

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"wonder woman"

I am empowered by the wisdom divine

To handle troubles and shattering pain

In all circumstances I stand to defend

Heart, soul and mind from fatal attacks

 

My power has increased over the years

I feel stronger and have no fears

The demons have no power over me

They have been banished and forbidden

 

The world seems new and so do I

Born anew with a new heart and sou...

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Also by Ghazala Lari:

Reality of life. | Goodbye**** | Darling Death***** | Sad reality!!! (Old age) | The gentle toes (hip hop style) | The art of relationship**** | Love showers# | Back with a bang***** | Happy!!! | the red eyed monster | Divine healing | Winter rain!! | Untitled | Forgive | AnDeHu | Que Sera!! | Why? | Now is the time!!! | Sometimes you need a little push!! | Time!!! | Just a little more!!! | Deadlock |

Painful love

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A lot guys hit on you. You post of a lot of pictures. you like attention. Who’s that. where are you. I don’t like that. You’re making me mad. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. I only did it because you made me upset. It’s only because I love you.

 

Babe? 

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Also by Dana Lee:

Acid rain |

Perchance To Dream

Perchance to Dream.

Part 1

You think the world is solid, then watch it simply melt

Down a drain in the gutter, that’s just how it felt

So I followed diving in, though in a slot in the grid

There saw a woman standing, from my gaze she simply slid

Looking up, looking down, looking this way, looking that

I saw a cat with green whiskers, sitting on a mat

 

It’s edges quickly...

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Also by poemagraphic:

Ashes in a jar | Another day on the job | Costa Lot | To late she cried | The Up Side | In a Flap | Out of his reach | Lost and Found Pt 2 | Lost and Found Pt 1 (Graphic content) | FREEZING TIME | The Ballard of Jack and Jill | Slamming | Cocooned | Unplugged | Truth |

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Idle Hands.

I don't think you understand the the severity of my depression.
If you did you'd know it justifies my smoking sessions.
I don't do it to get "lit" or to have a good fucking time,
I do it cause I can't sleep unless I'm really fucking high.
My brain it eats at me and won't let me breathe.
The destruction and misery that's inside of me.
It keeps me awake and when they ask I just fake
a smile u...

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Also by Nick:

harakiri. | Baby. | New Year, New Demons. |

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Dad's song

A song won’t save my daddy

yet I hold his hand and sing

A prayer isn’t saving my daddy

Though we pray endlessly in our hearts

 

My dad composed his life around us

A silent song of love

Dad conducted a sweet melody

For my mum my sisters and brother too

We danced merrily to his tune

Too happy to care that the bliss may end soon

 

Now we gather around dad like a vo...

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Also by Matt Townsend:

Our David | Let her be |

Profligates

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Snow blind to cowards and a dead canary as tomes time the

towers at the end of everything like real coffin lids,

 

Stones grind the flowers in an ossuary as gnomes find the

hours aren’t necessary to appeal to the goddesses,

 

Banging to the autotune as you

hump a slut a week huh?

 

Breaking through the monotone like we’re

crumbling up the weed bruh,

 

Devils ask...

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Also by Big Sal:

Alone in Wander | Fight for the Night | The Bog - feat. Poemagraphic | Happy Thoughts | Controversy Courts Opinion | The Dandy and the Grindstone | Keloid Scars | The Color of a Wing | Mrs. Slocum, Would You Be Mine? |

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Switch On And Tune In

When it's all about to go sideways,

Theres a moment, for those in the know,

A moment that those in the know can see,

That sideways is how it'll go.

 

Like suddenly holding your breath,

And everything starts moving slow,

Then everyone hangs on that moment,

Afraid of letting it go.

 

There's a peace in those solitarily seconds,

You can feel the ebb and the flow,

T...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

My Best Girl | The Dachshund That Loved Christmas | Walking Through The Fog | The Raging Fire | Why I Voted Leave | Come In, Come Home | I Know My Killers Name | The Fading Day | The Best Of Us | The Shot | The River | Little Lies | Butterfly | The Warmth Of The Sun | You Are My Stars | What Fires They Are That Burn So Bright | That First Day | There Is a Box | A Summers Day | Don't Try To Be Happy | The Garden | The Border Of The Years | The Officers Prayer | A Breeze On My Cheek | The Dying Light of The Sun | Debate Me | I Stand | Folded Notes | The Beach |

WEEKLY WALKABOUTSVERSE, E.G., 93 OF 230: ONE-POT COOKING

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Poem 93 of 230: ONE-POT COOKING 

While living as a bachelor,
I’ve cooked in just one pot -
Cast-iron with a wooden handle,
It can hold quite a lot:

In a locally-grown rapeseed oil,
Sweat onions a while;
Adding a powdered-veggie-soup stock,
Plus greens, to the pile;

Then, with this vegan-mix nearly done,
Add canned lentils or beans.
Served with some toast plus tomato sauce,
To an end, i...

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Last Image

I’ve learnt to draw you deftly

With no subject before me;

The day you left as lightning,

I drained down my eye sockets

Of empty remainders; still retained

Mild wet blinks at every flash and a blip,

Pieces of you restore bit by bit.

Now it’s mildewed with a screen of you

On front, long stored.

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Also by Ruby:

5:00 am | Half-hearted | Growing Up | In The Melting Hours | Ode To The Aurora | Insignia | Transition |

Anthem of Life

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All heartbeats together under just one sound… 

Their prayer's voices in unison became every woman’s cry…

While abandoned footsteps on wet sand 

awaited the arrival of the evening tide

to emancipate themselves from the strings of man…

A lotus flower rose from the dirt, exterminated man’s decay…

And softly whispered to the wind of an approaching day…

 

A new dawn has just beg...

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Also by Xoanxo:

Isolation |

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For the rest of the world

No longer will I say

You did this to me.

 

For the rest of the world,

 

I will be strong.
I will be kind.
I will be present.

I will be compassionate.
I will be understanding.
I will be empathetic.

I will be courageous.
I will be intuitive.
I will be brave.

I will be everything
That you couldn't be
For me -

 

You did NOT

 

Ruin me

For the rest of the w...

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Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:

Until | Blue | January 42nd | Six | Lima Charlie | First Aid | This Time Around | Wasn't It | Conversations with Myself |

Elliot {Le Spectacle}

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Elliot likes to show 

his learning 

In French, Latin 

and Greek 

And with references 

hiding aplenty 

There's  work in his words 

so to speak 

 

Words and foto Tommy Carroll  

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Robbie Burns warned - | Everything is in context or not | Higg's Boson | Come and see | Expressive Allowence |

January Blues

All through January

I searched through the house

For something to fit me

But couldn't find a blouse

 

As I got dressed

I went all numb

Couldn't find anything

To cover my bum

 

A pair of stretch leggins

My husbands' shirt

Was all I could find

To cover my girth

 

The wine and chocolates

Went down with ease

I never refused

Just said yes please

...

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I'm Only Happy When I Sleep

Have you ever put a gun to your head?
Just to countdown for the bullets not to go through
It got lodged into the gun
I had a moment of bliss yesterday
Now the depression is back
I hate these deadly chemicals that can kill
Drowning my brain they are

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Two Spoons Bitter Truth | Lighthouse | I | I'm content With This | Words of The Waiting Man 26 | Just Another Terrible Day In The Government Shutdown | I'm Scaring Myself Again | Cafe of Blues Coffee Bean Love | A Tub of Ice Cream And A Lifetime of Tears | The Iron Giant | Hold Hands (Firefly Poem) | Technically Off The Beaded Path |

My Mum's Lover

A house,

a staircase

it was an accident

you hit me

with your words

it's my home I say

but you don’t care

you have come in

again

soon you will leave

but not me, her

I find my bedroom

solace and silence

the smallness of me

you have come again

I do not want you

you are not mine, hers

you smother me,

press me into bedsheets

you smell of bull swe...

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Lost in a Durham Landscape 

Lost in a Durham Landscape

 

I kicked my heels in the living room

while Aoife was in the kitchen

mulling wine

 

a painting above the mantelpiece

(where a mirror ought to be)

drew my eye

 

a watchman is walking through a gate

pushing a rusted bike

 

behind him tumble-down allotments

ahead a row of cottages

 

it’s late

the sky has darkled

a hazer...

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Also by Rick:

Ugly Until | Boot Hill |

Un-sentenced

Each word separated from the other

removed from the greater part which gave it meaning,

the vowels waterboarded,

exclamations electrocuted.

 

The CAPITALS made to sit in corners

while comma's had their toe-nails pulled.

Question marks eradicated, 

full stops turned informer.

 

Phonic's disembodied to a hum

their transitions obliterated.

All died in lonesome sile...

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Also by Wolfgar:

Reflections on the reading of a will | Récit | Healed | In the gentle fold of petals | On New Year Morning |

How Dare They

How many times must we be Abused . They will never defeat our will. The Will  of the people will never let you . Our Forefathers fought for our Freedom . And we would never betray them . We should betray all cruelty to Children because they are our future . And not let other Countries abuse our trust . By saying we are not worthy . The Working Class are the backbone of Our Country . And Politician...

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Secrecy | Against Each Other | Be Noticed |

RTA A149 NORFOLK

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He's not in the first flush of youth,

there's too much snow on the roof,

in fact most people are saying

he's far too long in the tooth

to still be behind the wheel.

Time to use your bus pass Phil.

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Also by Brian Maryon:

Last Night's Brexit Vote | This Way Up | Dogshit Hypocrite | In The Book | This Fling I'm Having | The Primary School Teacher | First of the New Year |

Travelling light

I started in heaven but then I saw him and started to fall. I just kept falling for him. Deeper and deeper. He was my addiction. He changed me for which I though was the better but then left me. It was only then that I realised his bitter departure left me broken, battered and falling apart. 

Fire burned all around me but the one in my heart had died. In its place lay the ash from my charred he...

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Found

I lose Myself almost as much as I lose my keys.

Sometimes, I think I have a grasp on her,
And then she slips through my fingers, and dances away again.

I try and shove her into my body- 
Into my heart, my soul, my mind-
But she melts through my feet, and slithers away.

She follows other people around, too.
As if she wants to be a part of anyone but me. 
She tries to filter into other...

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Also by Claire Ivie:

Lighter than Air | The Only Sunshine I Need | Ink and Paper |

Government Of The Heat

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The jungle life 
Kill or be killed
At alert always or be blamed for it
Move alone and become a gunner
Government of the heat

Little freedom in your territory 
But doesn't last long
Those with flat foots will assail 
Give them everything still won't be ok
Always insatiable they are

Followed you everywhere 
Know your every move 
Their job is to protect 
Now devour and claim 
O...

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Also by Kporho Raphael Oyeke:

The Appreciation | Foolishness |

A Fine Line between Living and Death

You do not exist anymore 

Scientifically speaking, 

You are absolutely nothing 

Unconscious, intangible, not there. 

 

You exist in my mind, 

Poetically speaking, 

You live on through that funny anecdote

That recipe, that legacy, our memory.  

 

You are my tragic backstory, 

Therapeutically speaking, 

The key to solving why I am the way I am 

What you made me...

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Also by April Emmeline:

Wonderings | Being |

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the quiet room

there is a room in minnesota that is so quiet

you can hear your blood trickle through your veins

no one can stand it, but I wish I was there

to hear my body shut down

     here is a liver

     here is a lung

     here is the panicked thrum of a heart that is dying

     here is the piss and fuzz of the brain

     realising it is alone

 

what does hope sound like?

is...

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Pandiculation

Pandiculation!

O Coveted Pandiculation

I just wonder, we have forgotten to pandiculate

Our mind needs to stimulate

Gone were the days when we woke up in the morning

No time for stretching body accompanied with yawning

Today we are in rat race

No scope to take rest

Busy life with so many tasks at a time

 

Running in a race where no victory and defeat to face

Those c...

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Also by Bindu Trigunayak:

One Life is not enough! | Shut those Doors.. | I was Wrong! |

Sick of

Sick of your packaged life,

hatred ,cry and laughter.

We are selling same musty emotions,

in different colourful wrapper.

 

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INSPIRATION

I saw her standing there

and suddenly thought;

what a wonderful title for a song;

but of course i'm not the Beatles,

so using the idea would have been so very wrong.

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Also by ray pool:

IT'S ONLY RIGHT | SPARROWS CAN'T SING | SELL EBRITY | NANNY'S HOT WATER BOTTLE | CHIC LIT | THE INN AT THE END OF A LIFE |

Battlegrounds of the Heart

And all at once

We revisted the site

Where the wounded lie

 

We examined their injuries

Doing our best to determine

If they were fatal

 

It requires a detached rationale

It laughs in the face of pure emotion

For life is smarter than you think

 

Forever your opponent

Even when pretending

To be a friend

 

For life brought me you

Star crossed

And ...

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A meteor

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Once you were a megastar

glittering high up in the firmanent,

mesmerized by the brilliance of popularity,

glowing celebrity and meteoric success.

But with time, fickle stargazers turned to

other brighter supernovas, and you

unwillingly became a falling star,

returning to your earthly origins.

Drink, drugs, debts, arrests, humiliation,

rancour and hardship, because thinki...

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Also by jennifer Malden:

Murray | The Wanderers (Bombus Lucorum) |

On love and self-efficacy

I used to believe that when it comes to love and hate, right and wrong, good and evil; the notions were night and day.

And though I still believe that there are very clear distinctions between each pair of opposing ideas, I have begun to question such simple binaries.

Our progenitors committed acts of violence and hatred that we still commit today.

For that reason, I pray evil isn’t conge...

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Also by Clarke:

曲折 | Still |

A New Riddle of Cosmology

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An explosion beyond comprehension sent all

The ingredients of the cosmos careening through the void.

Light, matter, and energy diffused chaotically,

Taking billions of years (as we now know them)

To fall into some kind of order, to establish

Some vaguely predictable interactions of

Cosmic proportion. Somehow, trillions of

Particles began to cooperate to form

Molecules of ca...

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Also by Randy Horton:

Perception |

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"Poetic Rules! Are you really serious?

Rules a plenty and all so we can maintain order of our art of thought
Express yourself through a template that someone else just published
Middle class lives, aspired and achieved and desired and lived
I will give you 50 lines today and 50 lines tomorrow and 50 more on your fucking birthday

No more romance without some cash and an agreement now 
Negotiate in the car or bar or online, but no...

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Also by AM Cash:

Feedback Mode (Why are the nails pointing outwards from that coffin?) |

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SHE

she walks with her head down

she does not speak

her jaws are clenched 

and her fingers pick at skin 

a knot seems to always be lodged into her throat 

the she is alone

No one sees it

No one sees her for who she is for

She has chained herself up to a tower of rotten flesh

that smells and leaks of fluid

but she will not let go

the tower that once brought her confiden...

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my love

It would be an honour 

For you to read me your poems 

In fact all of your words 

Are like poems to me 

So tell me some more 

And ive heard your stories 

But tell me again 

Tell me some more 

I wait I listen 

You are the voice in the wilderness 

That kept me whole 

You saw the light in me 

That I couldnt find. 

For that my love 

I am grateful 

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AQUARIUM

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AQUARIUM

 

I dreamt of an aquarium

fixed into my back,

a miniature box

with tetras and an angel fish,

its glass sunk deep

instead of memories;

I had to ask each day

if they were still alive,

framed there

in that wall of flesh.

It was necessary

to watch out for these

delicate creatures, cradle

this transparent cube of life

while treading carefully

...

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My Brexit Poem

Preamble: I know some folk are not going to like this, but it's my right to be angry and I don't care who knows it.

Live version on Youtube: https://youtu.be/ckq0X_z6I6M

 

On the 30th of March 2019

I shall wake up significantly older

And no longer European.

 

What a great birthday present history has prepared for me -

After 4 decades on this planet, “we’re revoking your Eu...

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The Perfect Death

The Perfect Death

I visited the place 
Where I was once stuck
And had time to take in 
The scenery for once

It was overwhelming 
In its lushness
Almost sensual
Overpowering memories

As I walked familiar ways 
Reminded by the music 
We used to play I dreamed 
We were back in those places

Sweetness almost nausea
Overcame me
I laid down under a tree 
A sweet whiff of methane c...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Mondays | Captives | Indeflation | Situational Insanity | Wait Staff | Tennisexuals | Romance y Death |

Burst

Today i will cry,

warm tears of despair and loss 

they will never fall

because once again

I was paused and muted 

my voice quiet but thoughts so loud

In the end, they exploded

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Also by Chloé:

Mental | Winter | Blinded |

AN ACTOR'S LAMENT

AN ACTOR’S LAMENT                                                                    

Shall I audition for this Shakespeare play?

There is no part in it I really want.

Break wind and blow the lead away –

he was utter rubbish in Charlie’s Aunt!

Though I often think I was born too late –

by,say, half a thousand, six hundred years –

I possess a marked tendency to prate

and my ...

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Also by Peter Taylor:

WALKING AT SUNRISE |

Misleading

If you dont love me
I know someone who will
You want to lead me on
But I wont follow

Your love is silent 
Your absence is loud
Where you lead
I wont follow

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Talking me through

Where are you dad when I need you to talk me through,

You use to always tell me exactly what I should do.

I wish I could talk to you and just hear your voice,

But Instead I look for a sign of your presence, I don’t have any other choice.

You always knew exactly what I needed to hear,

Always had the perfect responses to take away my fear.

I’d give anything right now to have you by...

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Also by Leslie stout:

Broken | Forever my favorite part | I’ll always wish for you❤️ | Until the end | Is it true? | Life | Time | Perfect Ending | Strong | Escape | Miss you Dad | Daddy.. | A little Glimpse of you | My Children | Just Me | Another life |

Round and Round

A mirror faced figure leading me astray.
Psychologically it is wearing my mind away.
It leaves me a flower, a knife turns into a key.
In my house I find there's more than one me.

Am I dreaming, does this robed person exist?
Would I even care if there's a knife to twist?
Loneliness can play evil tricks with the mind.
Reasons to live, sometimes I struggle to find.

Items change places not...

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Silly dove

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Pecking and struggling,
movements so frantic.
One piece too taxing,
the other not worth it. 

So hard work you pick
devoting all your strength 
to the oh so desired bit
as it avoids your attempts.

Until finally,
exhaustion and discontent
are what you're left with.

Stupid thing.
Instead of practicing yourself in modesty,
choosing the more compatible.

Disappontedly, you spread y...

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Also by marzipan666:

kill me. |

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the trip

On the trip with you
The sharp rain hits us, heavily
Heavenly, we walk side by side
Then we miss the train

"You are like the wind", I say
with a lack full of pain
in my soul
and the little bird dancing and singing inside of my body.

We catch another one,
enter the wagon, sit down next to each other, wet, exhausted and silently
Your blowing wind is sweet and soft

But it's hard to be ther...

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Also by Pyrola:

Small fishes in shoals |

Loss

I watch her walk the path to light, my head hung in sorrow. 

For love’s promise, it’s lie and truth, a word that now rings hollow

 

The agony of pain and fear, a cocktail of self-despair

A struggle for the face of sanity, my soul finally lay bare. 

 

The tale I speak for others ears, is not my hearts desire

A bold lie, a show of strength, a crown of barbed wire

 

An exis...

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Black Starlit Dream

In the frost sharp moonless night

the stars light the air

with a quiet and mystic brilliance

much closer than of yore

as a still quiet

blankets

the world below

 

Through the cold crystal dark night

a ghost drifts the grass

silent echo of a whispered flight

tree high above my eye

its soft locus

stalking

the land below

 

Through an ice star argent glea...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Juvenal 2 (: Europe 0) | Harvest Memories | Grandad's Christmas Reverie |

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Dry January

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I came to in a sickbed on January the 1st,

bowels on fire, tongue and tonsils stinking,

jackhammers splitting my skull. It was the worst

hangover on record in all history of drinking.

 

That agony was nothing to my suffering now

for in a fit of penance,  a superfluity

of over reaction, I swore a solemn vow

that the year will kick off with a dry January.

 

Dry January!...

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THE RUNAWAY TRAIN

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(It's all kicking off tonight. Can't wait)

 

The runaway train went over the cliff and she blew

Woo-oo-woo

The runaway train went over the cliff and she blew

Woo-oo-woo

The driver never considered “What if?”

You’d think that she’d been at a spliff

And she blew blew blew blew blew.

 

The runaway train went over the edge and she blew

Woo-oo-woo

The runaway train s...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE BATTLE OF TOWTON | TOM PUDDING | ST SAMPSON'S OVER 60's CLUB | SILENT MAN |

Lamb to the slaughter

I have been swimming against the tides for so many years,
To begin with I had a lot of fears,
I nearly drowned many times,
The pain I suffered was immense,
The reason for it was that I wouldn't sit on the fence,
Just like I wouldn't be a sheep,
But I didn't give in and committed no sin,
With only hope to spur me on,
At any point I could have gone,
I thought quite soon that I would drown,
...

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Also by Pip Thomas:

Eternal mind | I feel so free | Medication to ruin a perfect mind | It's your birth right to be happy | The sands of time | Basket case | Two way conversation |

The Big Red, White and Blue Dick

Guns, knives and hand grenades,
Bombs and shells we'll blow them away,
Underground bunkers are no match for us,
United States of America "In God we trust",
Blood, guts and body parts,
Shoot to kill and aim for their hearts,
Chemical warfare is also a treat,
We'll gas them out and leave 'em in defeat,
Put your hands up and surrender now,
We'll shoot you in the face unless you put your gun ...

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Also by Jared Harris:

Sobriety Shit | Lyrical Lecture | Everyday Ritual | Ode To The Lazy And Ignorant Who Scoff At The Truth | Retribution | Poker With Lucifer | What Does It All Mean? | Mind Control On Sheeple | Finally Free | Involuntary Glamorization In Obsessive Dreams | I Should Of Thought About That Before I Got High |

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Goodbye's hurt

I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried
Or cover the entire earth with blankets of failed tries.
Countless times what I thought was truth became a lie.
Everything is falling apart, and I'm sick of asking why.
It gets so bad, to the point where I just want to die,
But all of this is nothing compared to the pain of goodbye.
What's the point of believing if you could never fly?
I'm a...

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Also by Xander:

The Prison | A poet's sleepless night |

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Where are poets!

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Where are poets! 

Monday,14th January 2019

 

Where the olden days have gone? 

where enough was done

by the noted poets

and let the world know about the power

 

what has happened today? 

we find the blockades on the way 

sometimes, the finger is raised 

and not allowed the goal to be chased 

 

the self-styled godfathers have emerged

they try to put the newc...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

His language | Our basic concern | Friendship hand | Closeness to God | Mark of questionjadia | Be good | Keep yourself clear | The days starts | Life and danger | No more thoughts | Receive with grace | The only sourcde | Lies- an integral part | Find a solution | No hate with hate | No shelter but surrender | Love and sacredness | We all sobbed | No hatred, please | Love hides pain | I am nothing | Beautiful relation | You are beautiful | With humanity | Misses a beat | True being | Worth and real | Lovely mom | For the betterment | A beautiful gift | The year 2019 |

Jadia4708au

Among the Gods

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There the drifts crackled in protest where he stood,


and the sun glared His radiance from His just throne,


just as the Glacier God, for that was what He was,


basked in the polished light of polar transcendence.


And below lurked the Hidden One of the abyss,


whose only and needed weapon was mystery.


And then the mighty Wind, fierce and true at his back,


forcing him...

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Another Dip into Paradise

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Manor house countryside views

weekend club exclusive membership

 

Security measures private grounds

secluded from prying eyes

 

Oxford Professor Sidney Oddball

Master Keeper bondage dungeon

 

Physical Instructor Fiona Feelgood

Sauna Mistress, temperature hotspot

 

Kinky submissive Nicola Toylover

Pink tickler playmaker fantasy

 

Cambridge Lecturer Herbe...

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Weekend Special Everytime

Our Chains Are Invisible But No Less Real

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Our Chains Are Invisible But No Less Real

It's 1978 and I'm 19.
I wear no iron collar
and am not beaten or harmed
to get me to rise from rest,
Instead there's a wind-up,
stand-up travel alarm.

It's just as effective.
I'm compelled
by want of money,
Sense of duty,
examples of others,
By my own self-perpetuating
compulsion.

My own clothes
are removed
on the factory floor,
...

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Also by Chris Bainbridge:

Hansel | Celtic Warrior Princess |

...Electricity...

This pain in the darkness…

It came to sudden eve to blaspheme the torment of branch through the quintessential. 

It took through the walls the solidity of ghost stories mending soul with ethereal strings and fire.

The amplitude of dust from centuries ferments in my body as life.

And, the blood seeps from the willow trees within pen as ink.

Playing into fruition heart chords drizzled...

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Also by Mimi:

...This Evening And So Forth... |

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Light

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Follow your first mind 

I know it’s hard for you to shine 

But there is going to be a turn you won’t understand 

There will be life and you will dance 

Sing to the birds and watch them fly 

Don’t wait for the perfect time 

That little light will glide and bring you the eye 

The eye to see and the eye of fire 

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Also by Destiny:

Selfless | Your world | Beautiful | Smile | Ahead | free | Time | New day |

Young

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Its hard to be happy

Hard to be me

Finding out who I am is impossible to the pressure of smarts and immortality

"we live forever" a lie told by us TO US

The bullshit we pull just to feel less depressed and lost within

How do you feel?

Being told your gonna die?

Does it hurt?

We are young

Not yet strong in…

Relationships

Friendships

Caring

Or Money

We are ...

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CONFUSION OF MIND

When things are at their lowest point

And life seems harder day by day

When you’re in need of encouragement 

And someone to help you see a way

You don’t expect it to be made worse

Then wonder “hang on am I cursed?”

For trying my best for those I love

Then hating myself for crying out

The Urban Poet 2019

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Also by Fred Varden:

Where do you belong? | On a Knife Edge |

The dichotomy of love

You opened my eyes 

then shut them again

the sun shone

then came the rain

the joyous rapture

and the ceaseless pain

unbridled laughter

that today sounds insane

once a transport of delight

now a trip down memory lane.

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

The laden sky | Another's eyes | The Snowman |

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Strangers Leave Scars

We were strangers by the pool
there was summer on your skin
I lay low, opened my whole body
in the hope that you would find me

Then taking it the distance
from the shore raised to the sky
there were many sailors scheming
on the bending of your knee

There’s a bridge in your dreams
as it recedes behind a fog
you wonder what it means...

Even naked your body was a silk gown
as you sc...

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The Queen of Mundane!

I don't like the ways of my arid tongue

I don't like the stiff ways of my pen

I've been trying to sing what's already been sung

And I'm starting to lose my zen.

 

It feels like my head is made of bricks

Mould is working its way inside,

I'm in permanent stupor and all fresh out of tricks,

mouth agape and eyes open wide!

 

I hold my reading books upside-down

I write ...

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Also by Mae Foreman:

Mother Goose Puts Her Foot Down |

Poetico Ego Some

Wanted to write about the creative urge and how it relates to ego.  A bit philosophical, so Descartes' famous phrase I think therefore I am, Cogito Ergo Sum, came to mind for a title.... Not really polished yet, but see what you think...

Poetico Ego Some

 

I write therefore I am

What I want to be,

I read because I can

Have others listen to me.

I think I’ve found a rhyme,

An...

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Earning a Living

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For a short period in our marriage of over thirty seven years I earned about two-thirds of the income.
I didn’t set out to do this it just happened this way. I was a Specialist in the Army. My husband was a nursing student and he was being helped to pay school and living expenses through the Veterans Administration.

My husband never complained ...

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limpet

Must I await you 

Cleaved by emotion

Like a limpet 

to a rough sea wall

 

Do I await the tide 

Though it ebbs

To a distant shore

 

Surely as moon and motion 

Move the vastness of the sea

Surely my emotion 

will bring back the world to me

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

Sagacity | Chaffed |

Another hot night

It’s another hotshot night in the Steaming town

Of screaming wailing sirens

Crowned with singing and dancing

Pumping thumping music coloured lights

Among the daily dilly dally splashing of flower laden heights

bathing in the fountain

washed in freezing frothy folly filled pints

And shots with shouts

Of she’s just another

Among the glut of burning talent

Who strut the ...

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i still think of you

those sunsweet mornings

evenings romanticized by some unseen certainty

moonlit nights sipping seconds with undeniable ecstasy

 

tear from me this moment why don’t you

this time I had to love you was never mine

counting down, your dark eyes turn pale blue

 

this innate part of me, parts with bared teeth

clenched jaws, white knuckles and teary eyes

if I hold on

will ...

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The 2 CV

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for Bernadette

 

The first car we owned was a 2 CV

with no certifiable history.

The year we got together

we drove it to the end of its days.

With its tinny dinted roof

it had an air of slumped defeat

we rose above quite easily.

 

When summer broke all records

the windows that didn’t quite close

were an unexpected bonus.

Its mind-boggling gear stick

seemed ...

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When I am Rich

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When I am rich

 

When I am rich I will build a house

in Casals’ country of refuge from the fascist.

With a view of the snows on Le Canigou

And a garden fenced with cactusses, which fruits I shall pick to eat

With fennel in the wild garrigue and thyme and rosemary

And the blue Dyers Alkanet in the sand

And the South will blow sunshine to me from the sea.

 

So yearly th...

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Also by Alan Travis Braddock:

Beard | Mick Burke (Everest 1980) |

A passage from the book I'll never write

We had this connection like nobody else on this planet, whether there was one, ten or one hundred degrees of separation between us at any given time. It was as if our world was constantly contained within the constraints of a children's game only the two of us knew the rules to. I couldn't look across a room without his eyes instinctively meeting up with mine. Those same eyes never once looked at ...

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Also by SadGrrrlsClub:

subway tracks. | busses and trains. | secondhand smoke. | fr[end]s | maybe. | raised on it. | beautiful disaster. | (untitled) | feels. | eternal chase. | sorry. | ringleader | trophy wives. | acts of kindness. | in love with a need. | first love. | heart is where the home is. | bathbomb. | psychosocial media. |

growing uplovepassageshort storyteen drama

Myself

What triggers my spirit is always glass half-full
To string along the words to finish my own thoughts
Whatever is before or behind all these dots
Is the puzzle pieces, of inspiration pull

Flowers to the torment of ill-advised loud tunes
Crying to the mere thought of justified moments
That brother's aiming ways underlie the movements
Succumbing to pressure of the sobering loons

Direct t...

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Unsexy in my Sexual Prime

I am not a Harley Davidson,

but a moped.

I am the opposite of a fox 

I am a badger. 

I am not the cream at the top of the milk,

I am the last dribble you find when you’re making a cup of tea.

I am most unfortunately, unsexy in my sexual prime. 

Not adored, but ignored. 

But at least I've got a sense of humour!

 

 

 

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adorationbeautylovemetaphorsex

Lost, no Where to be Found.

Sitting in the passenger side seat zoning off into the passing cars

As I try to bring myself back into reality I find myself stuck in a trip

I think it's my brain but all the doctors assume it's in my head

Test after test, all negative

My mind begins to swirl out of control and I begin to believe them over myself

Is this who I am.

Will I be stuck in this endless loop of surreal m...

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Slingshot

it pulls back, tight,
a finger falls away
gone
flung through the air
till it hits
and falls
a heavy stone sunk at the bottom of my stomach
but you’ve left the slingshot on the bench outside
and I don’t know how to leave you on that bed
a cold hand still holds my heart
instead, you’ll stay
a heavy stone sunk in my stomach
I’ll never leave you behind
I swear
I’ll take you everywhere
b...

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carma

and just like the stars in the sky

she was so distant that all they could see was her past

for if they were closer

they'd know she's been gone for a while

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Also by cleo:

mad woman | mad |

Potential

Grey light.  Cold trunks.  Leaf litter in the damp

morning.  Chainsaw gloves smell of oil, petrol,

wood shavings and exhaust.  Gloves stiff with cold,

infused with toil and woodland management.

 

A deer crosses, silent stealth, picking soft

through the green-tinged, spring-poised coppice.  March is

in touching distance, harvest will cease while

flowers grow.  No one sees th...

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Also by Rich:

Behind the Front |

Ass Hill

There is a hill in Bermuda

Very high and steep

With a narrow road from top to bottom

That twists like a preying python.

'Ass Hill' they called it.

And I fully agreed:

You would be a total ass

To negotiate it if you didn't have to

At a mere creep

Praying for reliable brakes

And no traffic from the opposite direction.

 

I called it Ass Hill for years

Without c...

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