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UNCOMPASSIONATE LEAVE

Officer to squad sergeant - 'Ah Sgt Brown - have

just received a telegramme concerning recruit Smith's

mother who has recently passed away - please tell

the chap to take 2 weeks compassionate leave.'

'SIRRRRRRRR - SQUAD - SQUAD - SHUN - Smith

TAKE A FORTNIGHT'S COMPASSIONATE LEAVE

YER FATHER'S JUST KICKED THE BUCKET

 - NOW DOUBLE AWAY SMARTLY - EFT -

 - ITE - EFFFT - AND SW...

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Also by Philipos:

GUILDFORD BY DAY | (untitled) | ROO PLUS TWO | BREWING UP | MIST | ALL ABOUT NOW | THE NUT HATCH | THE NUT HATCH | COMINGS AND GOINGS | BOGGLE EYED | FROM THE BOOK OF CHAUVIN | INNER SELVES |

dancing in the kitchen

what happens when you find your slow dancing in the kitchen type love

 your surprises after work type love

 your electricity when your skin touches type love

 your best version of yourselves love

 your love in every kiss love

 your my family type love

 your perfectly imperfect love

 your ups and downs love

 and they leave? 

what happens then

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Also by marlie:

our love | pain | marlie |

after party

there's no one here but me, bottles all around, the music's faded it's a melancholy sound

party streamers on the floor, the room drenched in drugs and sadness

it's hazy and in reality, you aren't glad this...

EVER happened

at first, it all seemed fun and you were happy at the time

now they're disappointed, now you want more, now you're back down the mountain you took so long to clim...

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Also by Adalyn Winn:

fried | What it does | fix me | dazed | goodbyes | Drunk | outcast |

#addiction #afterparty #sickness #sad

Finding the Promised Land

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These open wounds.
For all to see.
Running deep down.
They break this precious crown.
I look to you.
Can we find a new path?
Some direction away from here.
Anywhere to lose this fear

Peace in our time ...?

Sunrises in the promised land.
Are what my dreams are filled with.
A light that reveals who we are.
Let’s go now .... it’s very far.
Please run and don’t look back. 
No time fo...

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Also by Robert holyland:

Looking at stars | Shouldn't be easy..... | Blackness | Barriers | Realisation | Everybody died 2050 | Not meant to be ? | Redemption | In a City. | Seventeen steps | Goodbyes. | Disease pleas |

a visit to the past

The visit to the past

I took the bus to the village

Only it didn’t stop there anymore, and no buses were going that way.

The only road to my house was a track.

For tractors and mules.

 In my absence wartime was hard

but I met a man who for money could

drive to the village for a few Euros.

My old dog sat outside it took some

moments before it recognized me

it was glad ...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

new beginning | the great grief | failed | assymatrical war | the foreign bird | the bloddy brexit | the war | unwanted guests | consensus | what happened | waiting for surgery | the acceptance | aq tired day | sic transit gloria | FORTITUDE | I remember | when old sailors go | auttumnal reflection | the Obama precidency | ghosts |

I need you ( a halloween ode to companionship)

(apologies to the similar-sounding John Hegley piece also titled "I need you")

I need you
Like Dracula needs a neck to suck
Like Hannibal lector needs victims to cook
Like Jason needs the 13th day
Like Micheal Myers needs teens to slay

I need you
like werewolves need a moon to howl
I want to be kept "rock hard"
forever in your medusa scowl

I need you
Like Vincent Price needs bats ...

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Scary Spooky Halloween

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The calendar on the wall howls October 31st

Darkness is falling and my journey home awaits

In my dingy dreary office a black cat hisses and snarls

The moon is full and I am ready to meet my fate

I stumble with a haunted look into the eerie night

The streets are teaming with ghosts and ghouls

Around every corner lurks a grotesque gruesome sight

Foaming at the mouth a rabid dog ...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

La Passion | Mind + Body + Soul | Astounding Autumn |

Soul connections

Amidst the small talk and the breezy one-liners
I recognised you.
The distractions of a social gathering not enough to veil what was familiar.
I saw - not your face, not your thoughts,
but that invisible part inside that gave you shape.
An inner kernel that was colourless - yet made you bright.
Some might call it a soul,
but I'm not one to label.

Still, the recognition made me nervous.
...

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Also by Kate G:

Postcards | Beyond the horizon | One of those days |

Last one tonight- Calm thoughts free verse

Slow down

Calm your thoughts

Slow

Calm

Breathe

Remember to breathe.

Remember:

The faster you go

The more frustrating is is

When you lose momentum

Don't lose focus

Just relax

Don't fight the current

Flow with it

Bend with it

Become it

Breathe.

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Also by Eric Berard:

Okay, here's some anxious thoughts in free verse | Untiedled? (untitled) hahaha | No titles from me, like ever hahaha | Untitled |

Somewhat Lost

I wonder if you can help me?
I have mislaid my train of thought
My mind wandered off without it
Now it’s lost without support

It arrived this morning brightly
At some ungodly hour
Then with some cheek, played hide and seek
‘til I stepped into the shower

I did my best to grasp it then
That was, of course, my hope
Yet my efforts yielded nothing
But fresh air and listless soap

I hunted for it in the study
For so...

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HAPPINESS

Don't let yesterday

swallow today.

 

Don't put off things till later

that are best done now.

 

Circle yourself with those

that bring out the best in you.

 

By Lynn Hahn

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Also by lynn hahn:

FLATULENCE |

LOVE SUPREME

That long-held sax note- divine 

Makes my soul jus drift away

The smoke, the booze, the horse,

The girls. Sum o'them, thin agen.

Man, the flash of the crack o'th drum

The thumpity, thumpity, thump.

He jus stand there in a haze

John's  soprano sax, Miles' trumpet

Blowin the blues. All the way To Missisip

All the way to me cryin in a ditch.

Those weary, weary blues. No ...

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Also by John E Marks:

Censorship is to art as lynching is to justice. | The eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month | BEGGARS | Bait | As blue as robins' eggs | ....early onset | FIRST SNOW | Another day | The speech of angels | In defence of free speech | HAIKUESQUE ON WOL | Mind the gap: Work-in-progress | Arriving where we started | THE DIMMING OF THE DAY | Late October | Enmeshed | Janissary | Mem û Zîn‎: brothers-in-arms | Fire fly | In the silence of the Kurds | Translating the rain | Season of mists | Yezedi - 2014-2019 | What have you done? | Slash and Burn - extinction rebellion | David | Love in a police state | Whining poetry | Fossil sonnet | Tuesday 4th August 1914 | A turbulence of dalliance |

WAITING STILL

She would have waited

though some didn't,

on a street corner

she would have been there

waiting in a rooftop restaurant,

or by a tall oak streaked with light,

 

on a station concourse

I would have found her

I tell myself,

I tell myself she may be waiting still. 

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Also by ray pool:

ROYAL VISIT | JACKO | LOOK I'M ONLY HUMAN | ROUNDELAY | A SOOTHSAYER PREDICTS BALL GAMES | MASOCHIST | FOR A DEAD PET | TOWER RAVEN | IN MARYLAND | THE DEATH OF WORDS | HOMILLY |

Happy Halloween from Amelia the young witch from Sabden

Amelia lived in Sabden and was a witch,

In school she was unpopular and was called a bitch.

This troubled her very much,

Her class mates were cruel and out of touch.

 

But belonging to a witch family was not so bad,

Her mum was a witch and so was her dad.

Her dad would drive safely in the back seat,

Her mum while at work could make her house neat.

 

There was always m...

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Also by hugh:

Cute newt | Be careful what you might meet! | A random act of kindness in Manchester | A call from the dead | The clocks go back on Sunday | A wife's concern | Losing his load | One good turn deserves another | Once upon a time there were three nuns | Honest house sale and maybe hope for a community. | House purchase a risky step | A rubbish job for Boris | We love Manchester | World mental health day,10th October | Blackpool insemination plan | A hair raising question | One! Two! Three! Four ! | Domestic abuse | Skinny dipping | A tree branches out | The Smellyphant |

After Cavafy

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Όσο μπορείς

 

Even if your life

is not the one you’d choose

try at least

as best you can

not to demean it

by courting the world

too frantically

with self-serving

moves and chat;

and try not

to cheapen it

by dragging it

here and there

and keeping nothing back

in the daily

exchange

of news and views

with those you think

have made it

unti...

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The Sea

Crushing

Souless

A black ocean falls upon me

I am consumed by the waves

Deeper I drown

The cold sends shocks through my body

A cattle prod for every inch of flesh

The pressure grows

Crushing my bones

The weight of 1000 suns reduces me to ash

I am nothing

 

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Also by David Karban:

Joyous Haustblot | A Poem About Hatred | Scars | Anarcho-Haiku | Cleveland Cold | We Had a Big Argument Because of Continuing Problems Related to My Mental Illness and I Did Not Have Time to Take a Shower, I Love You and I am Sorry | Capricorn |

descriptivedrowningoceanwater

In The Jungle

They seem so nice and friendly,

     So funny and chaotic,

But when the red mist takes them

     They quickly turn psychotic,

They rip each others eyes out,

     They claw and catch and bite,

When monkeys go bananas

     It's not a pleasant sight.

 

They pull disgusting faces,

     Displaying all their teeth,

Then jump down from the treetops

     And trample tho...

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Also by branwell kent:

In A Bedsit | Wanda And Rhonda | If I Were | A Love Poem | Oh Happy Days | Another Daydream | Madam, My Card |

She had a way with her

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Recollections:

Alexandra  shifted her weight

in time to the point

that she was making.

She sometime stood erect-

she was always

making a point.

 

Even with a potato peeler

there was an air

of menace-

she would mix it 

in with the mash.

 

Her threats had the promise

of unwanted mail.

Of brown envelopes.

The sort that fall when

any-news-is-not-go...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Ki pressed again | Ki |

War is Declared - - -with defeat in mind

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Solid defence line

columns fall into place

 

Thrusting forward charge

battle torn enemy scatters

 

Captured brutally discarded

crushed piled up high

 

While removing hundreds

mass reinforcements swiftly arrive.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

The Halloween Party | The Betting Slip | Nothing is what it seems | Halfway There |

brushed aside

Nothing to Lose

...

How will you ever know if you don’t try?

Let the chance slip through your fingers

Nothing to lose everything to gain

Still you hesitate and linger

A journey starts with the very first step

You’re anchored to the ground.

What is it that you fear?

The horizon’s very near

The hurdles you can leap

The hillside’s not so steep

Nothing to lose the toss of a coin

No...

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Falling

I am sitting, you are sitting, we are sitting staring at each other,

Never blinking once, waiting for response, we're eye to eye,

And crying,

Patent leather watchstrap, holds a clock to tell the time,

Though you'd never know it 'cos we'd never show it, neither of us even knows if the sun's gone down,

I look contented, 

You're well presented,

But we are falling,

Falling just...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Strong Enough? | A Revelation | Anything Less Wouldn't Do | Bound (long form Haiku) | The Lionsheart | Start With An Apology | Mondays Demon | A Dark Seed | Hallows Harbinger | Broken |

Grace

We adapt our daily lives to habit,

The line of least resistance for minimum stress:

Personal survival.

Sometimes, with a goal and a plan

But often not.

Perhaps one we don't believe in anymore

Or we don't actually remember.

Big goals get fractured into little goals

Day in and day out – gazillions!

Always others to be considered besides ME!

Especially children

And s...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Thought Shot | Conversation in Shades of Blue | Portrait of the Moon | Where Do Birds Go When They Die? | An Irish Prayer (author unknown) |

Alchemy of the Soul

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Alchemy of the soul
Ancient runes
Buried treasure

Beacons beatific
Cauldron of change
Collapse of self

Budding ideas
Dawn of belief
Hint of bliss

Gold achieved
Guilt relieved
Hope revived

Promise claimed
Life, once lame,
Rectified.

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Also by Past Participle:

Unannounced Joy | SADDness - A Villanelle |

I never feel anything in this world
Suicidal mused of how over whale I am
So take this meat suit off
Tell me how crumbly I am
Maybe then she would have stayed 
Just cute without the e so just to mention it
Fuck E he told me he was a straight G 
But that was a Lego without the L 

When he couldn't keep his word 
This is a reminder how his best friend 
Wants to fuck every girl he gets wit...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Alcoholic | Depression | Everything | Miss Castle |

First Love

I still think of you when I yearn for love

Your youthful smile and your glistening, droopy eyes flashes throughout my mind when I crave for love...

I'm not exactly sure why I never gave you a chance, when you made my heart dance like leaves in the wind

You're my ideal love but not ideal man, I guess I'm in love with the thought of you and not with you

 Although, anytime I think of love...

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late nightLove

The Favor

Thank you for 

the favor

of pushing me away. 

 

For helping me see 

the price of loving you 

is too high to pay. 

 

For saving me 

a life of heartbreak, 

torment, and dismay. 

 

For all the things

you wanted to, 

but didn’t say. 

 

For apathy 

as I go 

my own way. 

 

I hope to repay 

the favor 

someday. 

# # # 

https://youtu.b...

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Also by Vautaw:

Destiny Bound | My Pied Piper | Willpower and Discipline | Abandoned | Betrayed | Moments |

apathybreakuploverelationshipsself-respect

The Elephant in the Room

It's hard to imagine what it must have been like in there, in darkness with the stench of faeces and urine and death filling the oxygen depleted space, and the panic and despair from husbands and fathers, brothers, sisters, lovers.

 

Yet despite the sadness and anger we all felt, and the compassion we feel now for the families back home, who can honestly say that as tragic as it was they did...

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Also by Brian Maryon:

WILL WE BE DUP'ED? | The Train Not Standing at Platform One..... | Out to Lunch | Death of a Drummer | I Love Her |

THE £1 TEST

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A simple enough concept and one the impenetrable Mrs C uses with my complete support as an aid to purchasing.

So here’s how it works.

The lovely Mrs C (she might read this) stalks the rails of Age Concern or Scope or somesuch and holds up a garment for me to look at as though my thoughts are the slightest bit relevant.

“How much?” I occasionally ask.

“£6” she might reply.

“Will you ...

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Also by John Coopey:

WETHERSPOON'S | MAKING PLANS FOR NIGEL | REMOANERS | POETRY SLAM | I DREAMT YOU WERE LITTLE AGAIN | I LOOKED A TWAT | 4 * 100 metres | GRETA | SQUEEZING THIGHS | GREAT SHITS I HAVE HAD - CHAPTER ONE | MOVING UP THE QUEUE | ADULTS ONLY |

For the Better

For the Better

 

On my study wall hangs a portrait

of a man, his son and a family of refugees

Walking with their meagre possessions

Syrains in a foreign land; a people in despair

They are displaced souls the victims of civil war

this family is one of millions throughout the world

crossing borders, leaving family and friends behind

 

Can any good come from such a trage...

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Also by keith jeffries:

A Collage of Autumn | A Reason | One of Many | You´re Living in the Past | Nan´s Kitchen | Loathing | Bigger and Better Bombs | In Love | No Frontiers | History in Denial |

I meant to delete this too

You say you hate to fall asleep on the phone.

It doesn’t give you “closure”

 

I'm starting to know what you mean when this,

this feels like falling asleep on the phone.

 

Like when I think about you there’s still a poem.

And I want so desperately to not need you but 

sometimes I want to draw you into my notebook.

 

This feels like openness in its worse sense.

Like ...

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PARTNERS IN TIME

Humanity has three partners in "L"

Which it foolishly tries to boss,

When the trick is to treat each wisely and well:

Living - and Loving - and Loss.

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

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

WHY? - A BIG QUESTION FROM A SMALL ISLAND | IT CAN BE RIGHT IF YOU'RE LEFT | TRAVEL PLANS - ALSO RANS? | LOVE SLIP-SLIDIN' AWAY = theme for a song lyric | POOR OLD LONDON | IF YOU MUST | MIND THE GENERATION GAP | VISION | NATIONAL POETRY DAY | NO OTHER WAY |

The Controlled Demolition of the Handshake

The Controlled Demolition of the Handshake: A Brief Historical and Esoteric Essay on the Extinction of Trust Through Ancient Psychological Warfare Regarding the Ritual of Peace Commonly Referred to as The Handshake

The dying art of the Handshake has almost lost itself entirely to theatrics and the common person has lost a part of themselves along with it      The significance of the Handshake i...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

Psyop Blues | Little Bambie Snowdon Wants To Come Home But The Porridge Is Still Too Hot | I was Spiritually Molested On POF and It Made Me Think Of Proverbs 6:28 | Gnostic Transcryptions | Unconditional Love Will Kill Us All | Rev0luti0n |

Food and Drink

Sitting here, a nice cool beer

Sound of voices, many choices

Condiments laid out, salt and pepper

mayo, salad cream, taste seems better

Crazy size menu, fish, meat, curries and pies

Vegetarian, vegan and special diets

They’ll boil, braze, poach or fry it

If you want sides, they vary far and wide

Salads, chips, wedges and fries

A fish section, seafood, steaks and pizza’s

...

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Also by Fred 'Rick' Varden:

The Deepest Cut | Ode to a Toad |

...Take The Dive...

Dismantle again at the shore.

All the ruins and misogyny in your bones.

Tantrums come in waves in incomprehensible detailed notions; fragmenting for the selfless beauty.

Your agony embraces these hours.

The antiquity of soul lost in clocks drowns the withered…

 

Your body splashing over cold stones.

Fluorescent fish within depth dancing. Frantic to live...

 

Take the div...

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a Living Sacred Key

a Living Sacred Key

We search for a joyful light
and avoid the dark of night
that enables us to really see

light and dark are both the key
to having balance in this life
with joy, pain, love and strife.

Let us stop looking out there
when the answer lives here
within without and all about

the light and dark is me.
Breathe deep and know
I am a living sacred key.

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Also by Fred Nicholson:

Talking out loud. | imagine | Back yard buns | baggage carriers. | Sense | What's in it for me? | Spirit BackPack | the Visitor | "Hey Woman" | Crunches | You hear me? | Some times | Treasure Hunt | Color Matters | make believe love |

The date

Cheeky combination of a master with words
With a witty woman where intellect wonders
To succumb desire of succulent thunders
Yet maintaining hostage of sheltered hoods in herds

Chase away the demons, to find lovely housing
For a heart in warming and hands hardly roaming
But the inner man-child is hiding his foaming
As her beauty stuns him and her smile is rousing

Dare to say, connectio...

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Trickery

The words I love you
It is hard to define when used commonly through habit or expressional politeness
Even politeness sincerity
To me it feels different even purer sincerity
A gentle kiss on my soul
To access my soul
You hold a key..with this
You hold the hammer to break the glass
To take the emergency supply
From I
The trickery of the overused three words
One sentence
Deeply unexplore...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

Praiseworthy Anthony |

GROW WHOLE

GROW WHOLE

don't wanna hear
the words
only gonna
hurt
doesn't matter
what we say
died
the day
our son
went away
can't face
ouselves
let alone
anyone else
so what
happens now
does it matter
anyhow
only have
the past
can't go
back
living on
memories
too painful
for me
don't know how
we got here
caught up in
this nightmare
unable to
fully wake
like this we
can't st...

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Also by cindylee loucks:

PAPER DOLL | PAPER DOLL | WATERSPOUT | GOODBYE SON |

POEMS2 by cindy lee loucks

The political train is going off track

 

-->In the past

Martin Luther King Jr
Antonio Gramsci
Were waging a fight
For the observance of
Their likes' right,
Also like Frederik Engels
Crossing-floor or
Transcending class
There were some
Who were struggling
On the side of
The oppressed mass.

Making
Proletariat internationalism
Their intent
The likes of Che Guevara
Ho Chi Minh ,Castro
Proved freedom fighters
Beyond th...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Resilient Ethiopia | Poli(trik)ians |

evilphony politicianspolitical humor

The Bus Stop

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A woman at the bus stop wears a candy striped skirt. 
It billows around her a la Marilyn Munroe

and puts me in mind of pink candy floss and a fun fair.

Soft, silver silhouettes sway gently against the whiskery wood.

Sharp railing spikes look ready to pierce any shadows with their fierce arrow heads.

And then they are gone behind a cloud.

Ginger, lime and gold lollipops hang from th...

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Also by Jill Ashforth:

Autumn Smokers |

Bus stopleavesMarilyn Monroemodern buildingsold buildingsshadowstrees

Stars

Who needs stars when we have our own?

Has anyone ever realized we're shining back?

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Also by Masen:

"Love" | Why Men Love Sex | Corrupted |

Leaving

Raking autumn leaves 

the color of sea stars 

mottled on moist ground 

 

I watch them fall 

spinning slowly through blue sky 

as if the breeze was a tide 

ebbing and rising 

 

the rake feels like a paintbrush 

collecting color 

muddied by mixing 

into a fall palette 

 

a still life with fruit 

pears and apples still unblemished 

on branch attached 

...

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Also by Adam Rabinowitz:

Tired | The Sound of Dreams | The Visit | Small Change | Fall |

Sunday morning

Today

A man said to me

You might be

Surprised 

At how I look 

(I wasn’t)

You might think 

I’m

Built

For different 

Things

(I didn’t) 

You might think 

My way 

Is not the way

That it is 

(I wouldn’t)

 

Yet he seemed 

Happy

In his own 

Dressed up 

Way 

With his hair clip 

In place

And his bandana 

Threatening 

To hide

...

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NIGHTS AND DAYS

NIGHTS AND DAYS

Nights no longer spent together,

no more dusk to dawn events which

drew us down, hand in hand, to and

then along the promenades of sleep,

start to end, we alone, outside unseen;

no motor movements (I saw none),

save two hearts each gently experimenting,

pressing, caresssing two firm pulses

slow-waltzing together in perfect time

and pirouetting as their...

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Also by Peter Taylor:

RIVERTRIP |

The Thinker and The Drinker

He was always wishful thinking

Stymied only by his drinking

Oh the thoughts his mind did throttle

To be washed away by that next bottle

If only he could see the truth

Not hide behind one hundred proof

Let those thoughts be free and clear

Instead of drowning them with beer

A mind so brilliant and so pure

Yet serenity for him, obscure

Those wishful thoughts, they cause ...

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

He Plays Guitar | Leaves | I Fell Today | TRUTH |

POW ! POW ! POW !

Pow ! Pow ! Pow !

I fought my way out of a paper bag

Pow ! Pow ! Pow !

With the strength of thought I never had

Pow ! Pow ! Pow !

Depression has also took the  hit

Pow ! Pow ! Pow !

Never thought I'd get rid of it

Pow ! Pow ! Pow !

I fight my way through the day 

Pow ! Pow ! Pow !

With a smile and a winning way

Pow ! Pow ! Pow !

Not a single  punch or blow 

...

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Also by Philip Stevens:

Monday Morning sigh | The domestic critique' | The Jug | Staying in | Shouting ! |

Wholly Holy Holly

early morning, drunk again,

at a café-bar high-window

 

I watched Holly stumble from the door

of the local ‘ice-dream’ parlour,

sallow skin, sunken dark-rimmed eyes –

jagged cheek bones, unkempt hair,

ragged, staggering – far past caring

 

this, not the Holly I remember -

not the high-wire ballerina

who waltzed life as carefree,  

as I’d danced too, some years a...

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Also by Rick:

Newcastle, Ice Cream, Coffee, Culture and Katie | Miller's Dale (after Adelstrop) | Five Walls at the Hatton with Kate (significantly revised) |

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