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When The Old Fool Remembers

The old fool folds a bony talon 
jealously around the timeless and universal
when the old fool remembers their value
though the blood of the age surges in the old fool's body
and the scars of the old fool's particular history 
are painfully ever present.
This, for better or worse, is what I do.
I do remember splinters, blisters and nettle stings
but I'm no Seamus Heaney.
I can't bring bac...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

 Hang In There | Every Sky Should Have One. | The Man Who Made The Titanic | wordswordswords | Hide | What Happens In Mid-Air | We Voted With Our Dancing Feet |

The old chair

 

I knew a man 

Once 

He wasn’t a

Big man 

In the grand scheme 

Of things 

But he filled up

My whole

World 

 

In the week 

I don’t suppose 

I saw him

Too often 

He left 

When it was dark

He came home 

When 

It was dark

 

But my world 

Was anything 

But 

Dark 

And I didn’t

Make the link

Back then

Or even 

Until n...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

Fireworks |

Dinner Tonight

The American appears to cough
While mouthing an obvious lie

Relying on a charm 
He’s stolen from another guy 

Laying out a vision
Suspiciously familiar

As the other actors at the table
Poke at a cold dinner

While the Canadian seems to choke
On her hemp salad

The Chinese envoy excuses himself
To send another message

The American proposes a toast 
To friendship and progress 

...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Problematic | forward reflection | Appointments vs. Disapointments | Bahbahbah | Our Media Family | We’re Evil | 60% | The cosmos grunts | Best Things | Geminis | my rationale |

Shadows on a broken vessel

Photo by Dmitry Ermakov on Unsplash

 

Fresh water suits my watery nature.
I squint at the ripples of redemption,
Watch the ducks glide beside me

Keeping me on the straight and narrow.

The call of strangers splatters across
The sky and I choke on what I know ,
And cannot even whisper out, or sigh.

Mountains and sky reflected in water.

The ordinary has become extraordinary
...

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Also by John E Marks:

A Byzantine Lamentation | 1971 | Haight-Ashbury, 1967 | An old soldier | A fugue in a minor key | A perennial translation | Had enough | End Times | A change of state | My body is a pebble | Eloquent Graffiti | Shadowing | Interlude | A London view | Near water | Breath | Even the olives are bleeding | a lay for a lady | The blues | Man and Dog | Above the vaulted sky | A splash of yellow across a sometime sky | Unreported crime | A loving heart is truest wisdom | After reading the poetry of Rabindranath Tagore | Blue | An adamantine distress | Nothing more | Trilobite | Stutterer | Semiotics | Bullet points | AN ACT of TREASON | For Anna Akhmatova | The rising of the north | Vanishing point | Morning Glory | ONLY CONNECT | OTTO'S LAMENT | The Twilight Realm | TIBET | Granddaughter | The Unwritten | Paralysis | In the sixties |

Twin Souls

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Twin Souls

Armani suits hung on their hangers

This is the tale of a doppelgänger

One lives in a penthouse, in exclusive Knightsbridge

Whilst the other dosses, under London bridge

 

A Bugatti Veyron under wraps

In an exclusive garage as it’s time elapse

Patel Philippe watch, on his wrist

The other struggles to just subsist

 

One Parties long in to the night

Unawa...

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Also by poemagraphic:

Purgation | God | The Alien Greys | Forever Lost | Esoteric doctrines | Not a clue | Grenfell Tower | Let's begin | PTSD | 11/11 11:00 Memorial | Faking it | Heros Roll | The Goon Show ii | The way we were | Come On! HONK | White Knuckle Ride | Don't cross the line |

DealersDrugsGun RunnersPower brokers.OligarchyThe Elite

My Only Bedside Companion

It breathes
It’s grown as I have
Reaches into my life force
rejects outer discourse
Planted land mines into my very foundation 
A phase quickly became ingrained in my DNA
I wear it on my face 


It stands between me and potential salvation 
Unclimbable 
Unbreakable 
I try to turn away yet I find myself
Engulfed in its dolorous seduction of my mind
Thrown into a room of thousands I will...

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Also by Ryan Gian Gaur:

Longing For Belonging |

Unbreakable??

It's funny.

Its amusing, how life can be.

Just when you thought you've been broken enough.

That you're unbreakable.

Its far from the reality.

 

As a man, I have been tested.

With my past, memories relentless.

Traumatic moments and experiences that remain.

You would think I would be numb to the infliction of pain.

 

But it shows indeed I still have a heart.

That i can take a loss and fe...

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Also by BrightSide92:

Gang related - an uncles anguish - Fictional Story | If I wrote a note to God | Pain | Vengeance | God bless the dead | The Wolf and Moon |

The destined hour!!

If i could move the little fingers of the clock

Turn them around to the loveliest hour

When i shall see you finally and hug you hard

I'm your teddy and you are my knight in shining armour

I love you so much and miss you every single hour

It's not been days, weeks or months rather been years

Since last we saw eachother and felt that love power

Had i known what was in store for ...

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I'd rather

I want a life of peace and love and comradely
I want a man I can love and who can love me
I want a man I can trust, because he could trust me
I want a man with values and integrity
Who wants to live right, without animosity
I want a man who isn't demanding, controlling or belittling me
I had a father who was a tyrant and didn't love me
Or his version of love was to discipline and punish me
...

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Also by Lynn 7m.:

An end to your means | Until | Voicemail | I'm sorry | I don't understand. Do you? | Give me one good reason | Played | I gave. You never. |

A Penny For...

 

My thoughts

about all they are worth

 

they do not necessarily

follow each other

 

sometimes they go off

on tangents

 

sometimes they get out

on a slip of tongue

 

some leave for good

those thoughts escape me

 

where do

those thoughts go

 

there must be a place

where you collect your thoughts

 

if you could find it

think how sm...

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Also by d.knape:

Black Friday | What I Am Thankful For | Apps & Mishaps | Interpretive Center | Gremlins | Sticking My Neck Out | Looking Back | Homeless Piano | Praying Mantis | You Left Before I Could Say Goodbye | I Caint Hear Too Good | Behold The Whale | Swishing Skirts | Leave Well Enough Alone | Fan Club | Attachment | Getting Ahead Of Yourself | Dear Valued Customer | Laughter 'Round The Table | Refrigerator Magnet | Through 7 Year Old Eyes | ANGER | Old As Rock | Every Post Has A Gull | Our Daily Bread | Deodorant | Do Not Die In The Fall | Widows | Bald Heads |

climatic modificatiom

Climatic modification

 

No one believes it has anything to do with then

Ok, a small island has disappeared

But that was far away it can’t happen here.

We drink plenty of water, the medical profession

Tells us it is good

Until there is no potable water left to drink.

Mind, we can drink water were the elephants

Have bathers, a bit muddy perhaps, providing there

Are elep...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

the creator | the creator | the war we started | Doctor Lunde | a walk by the sea | the newness | the kill chtildren too | American Racism | thoughts in the night | surgery | pride | roses are not blue | sadness | sea and people | one early morning | a rose poem | occupation | social housing | the demise | president Chirac | TV | the price to pay | an oddity | a dreaming joureny | the pace |

Interminable Questions and the Invariable Dimensions of Certain Coffees

I don’t like answering a lot of questions.

Like when I go to Starbucks and order a
flat white, and the cashier asks what size
I want, and I say there is only one size of
flat white, pointing at the menu, but the
cashier says, no sir, you can have whatever
size you want, and I say, yes, but any other
size is not a flat white, is it? It’s just some
milk with coffee in it, and the barista i...

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Also by Randy Horton:

Oblique Confessional Poems and Holiday Cheer | How to Start a Revolution | Back in the Middle Again | Paradoxical Epiphany | Ingress without Invitation | Where Authors Whine About The Poor Quality Of Their Readers |

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Reference in Rhyme

To whom it may concern

From this I hope you will learn

More about this candidate

Who up to now is never late

He always gets things done

Provided his team have won

He’s as honest as the day is new

and also makes a decent brew

This man has integrity in his bones

Never been known to whinge or moan

Nothing is ever too much trouble

He just lives in a hard work bubble

...

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Also by Rick Varden:

Alexa and Siri (A digital love story) Audio | Haiku Truth | Extra Terrestrial Poets (Audio) | I fell in love with an Alien (audio) | The Place of Dreams? | The Druid |

Ever Since

Ever since I remember, the forests have burned,

governments have suppressed, and the Markets have ruled,

and ever since I remember, there’s been a groundswell,

a movement – resistance in the face of inevitable doom,

and ever since I remember, nothing has changed, nothing has been done,

the Forests burn, the oceans warm, the ice melts,

and, ever since I remember, we edge past poin...

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Also by Rich:

Boundaries |

Madness

Don’t give in to the madness.

Save it for another day, 

long after you’ve left this life 

that’s full of opportunities.

Life is like the weather.

All you have to do is wait

for the rain to go away, 

the storm to pass,

and enjoy the sunshine

in between. 

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Also by Vautaw:

Go Fish | Good Days | Touchstone | Cactus Kisses | My Secret Life | What is Poetry? | Breaking | Beautiful People |

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Summer in winter

entry picture

Listening to the pattering of winter rain

then looking at the tiny glass jar,

savouring the moment of its opening.

Remembering on hot summer nights

caressing the pretty basil leaves

and the aromatic scent long remaining 

 

Then recalling the careful preparation,

the beautiful green leaf mound

perfuming the whole kitchen.

The sweet resiny taste of pine-nuts,

greenis...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Forbidden fruit (for my grandmother) | A deafening silence |

Teriyaki chicken made by the Teriyaki Boyz from the comfort of their 1980s Volkswagen

Please forgive, I got no desire,
I was warm but you put out the fire.
So don't hold back my tears.

Now you just try to avoid looking me in the face,
not even our thoughts can see eye to eye.
Please let's forget the lies we told ourselves.

I used to dream bout your golden hair,
than November came and we're not the same, anymore,
but I guess we're happy.

Put on your shoes,
let's go f...

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Also by LeGou:

Silent sounds of quiet quirky quiffs |

desiremeet againplan

Pot luck

Jim's grandad left him the contents of his house in his will,to be fair.

Jim on leaving home was desperately in need of the kitchenware.

Jim loved cooking and one evening invited his friends round,

I'm glad I visited him that day and luckily found,

In the kitchenware collection which Jim had got,

Amongst the pots and pans his grandad's chamber pot.

 

 

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Also by hugh:

The banned old Duke of York. | Parliamentary chaos | Weddings and funerals | Light fright | Tired of living in a tyre | Wife's jealousy eradicates future dog dominance | Death for the old but a future for the young | The frying pan test | Avoid building a Berlin wall between us and the homeless | The importance of teamwork | Sleeping rough in Westminster | Tom Sykes | The parliamentary "night shift,"left bereft ! |

What if I never . . .

What if I never . . .

What if I never
had worldly sight,
only heard before words
with each in-out breath,
and pulsed as living light

How can I ever
slam a door
be mean and cruel
sink or soar,
when love is all there is

What if I never
knew real love.
Just you and me and baby makes 3
and the peace symbol dove,
when love is all there is.

How will I ever
see an apple tree
or ...

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Also by Fred Nicholson:

no more. | In the super market | the A, B, C's skip a beat.* | Seeing all too clearly. |

Distant Recollection

It was all but a distant recollection.

You sat me down and said you wanted a real connection.

I believed you because I wanted to believe that your heart was true. 

I remember you reaching out to hold my hand.

I remember your arms reaching to embrace me.

I remember the feeling of warmth when I saw your smile.

It was then I knew you’d be worth my while. 

Suddenly it was no longe...

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For Steve Kelly

 

When the whistle blew at 6 minutes past 3.
'Hillsborough' stole my life from me.
My brother Michael was not coming home.
A long journey begun, that I begun alone.
Now 30 years have passed on the clock.
And nobody held accountable in the dock.
But my brothers' killing was against the law.
So that Justice I sought, I'm still looking for.
I have seen faces grow tired over the years.
Fac...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

Daddy's Whisper | The Gift | Dreams |

A Storm is Coming

My poem supporting the Labour Party.

A Storm is Coming

I’m looking at the big sky

Not just my favourite piece

Abundance of selfish thinking

Putting everyone in doubt

Of the true purpose of what it’s all about.

 

I’m not giving anything to anyone

Is the mantra taken up

What’s good for me is all I see

I disregard everyone else

A storm is coming, look after yoursel...

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tangential /tanˈdʒɛnʃ(ə)l/ sifting sands

Beauty felt as an impact of urgency that requires harmony and melody.

Euphoria can you be passive considerate and sensitive because helter-skelter is saddening me. 

Dreaming of all the miles of exile. Does size and proportion alter perceptions of time? Can one ask a poetic question? 

Searingly soft tears that brim the heart. 

A love with no past is easily passed.

Let me introduce to...

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Also by Daniel Reuben King:

I live in luxury at Cuntgrope Lane | A work of progress. Title: Pending | Love Is Nameless And Yet Named | Black eyed Robin of the midnight Walnut tree | THE WAR NEVER EXISTED LONG LIVE THE WAR |

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L'appel du vide (11/29/2019)

caught dead, laughing like smooth muscle 
as my memory clapped into the cobblestone
a blunderbuss of splintered moments of chaos 
to land in a mosaic at your feet.
From up here, so much more ordered than it had felt
now a lifetime away
framed in yellow tape
and quiet, pursed brows. 
i'll miss you 
;

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

bent stalks II (11/17/2019) | bent stalks I (11/16/2019) |

sean penn a rifle too big

Ordinary

If you live life ordinarily you can only be one thing

Ordinary 

But if you live life with a little struggle to be great 

You will eventually push through and be more than plain you will be

Amazing

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too many thoughts for this to make any sense

my pain consumes me. 

i miss my girl

i miss every little thing 

and looking forward to the big things. 

how could you love me 

the way the stars love the night 

and leave me without a fight. 

i miss us 

only we know what that truly means. 

i just want you to come back to me. 

to be you and to be with me 

to love again. 

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Also by marlie:

angry. | you and me | who are you now | missing her instead of me | too good | find yourself | you can heal me | haiku about you | the wait | come home | fuck you | above | roots | november 1st |

SNOT ON A VACANT FACE

What a beauty she might once have been

much older now and in her wheelchair being

pushed around by a carer or at least a younger

woman tending to her every personal need.

The older woman droops with a hazy look

upon her face just staring into an abyss of only

she knows what – letting the 9 inches of what

looks like shamrock coloured snot billow out

from underneath her lack ...

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Also by Philipos:

WINDS OF CHANGE | BLEEDING TIME | STATES | BIRD WATCHING | SPACED OUT | (untitled) | WINDSOCKS | LETTERS FROM THE SURGERY | SLEEPING ROUGH | RISKING A CROPPER | SLOTTING IT IN | I SEE NO SHIPS | (untitled) | (untitled) | SEA LEGS | SEA LEGS | WANDERING THOUGHTS | THE ALLERTON OAK |

Damned

Damned by the stars that shone down from the night sky,

Damned in their light on the night of his birth,

The devil's in the detail and the detailed question is, Why

Would such heavenly bodies cast aspersions on his worth?

Damned from the moment that he first opened his eyes,

Damned all to hell as he drew his first breath,

Damned quietly, implicitly, with deep duplicitous lies,

...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

The Bones Of Winter | Proportions | Refugee (A Dictionary Definition) | Stand And Be Counted | Unbreakable | Open | Tick Tock | Block | The Lost Shores | Be | Every Tear the Skies Have Cried | Hindsight | A Trail of Breadcrumbs | The Last Toast | The Oaken Pole | Aftermath | "Never Never." | Innocent Eyes |

Dance for me my divine love.

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I want to see you glide through your sacred path.

Like a dancer empowered with courage and belief in yourself.

Not influenced by the reluctance of those that dither at the edge, afraid of adventure.

You are never afraid of dying because you haven’t finished living yet.

Your song has only just begun.

You mould your destiny from day to day.

So go on, open those wings and let m...

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Also by Chakraj:

Tis the season to colour your soul |

Noise

I'm on the edge

Looking over the cliff side

The drop looks rather comforting

But that is no answer

I need to calm the noise

Please

Stop shouting at me

I can't be perfect

I'm no machine

I'm just a human

I'm trying my best

And I think I'm failing

Think I'm falling

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Also by Eric Berard:

Another Waltz Rhythm | Heart Seeds |

The Quiet Things That No One Ever Talks About

If home is where the heart
Then I haven't been home in a long time
So tell me I'm wrong 
I'll tell you this sad sappy story

Of this boy that loved a girl
That he wasted his whole fucking life
Only live to see 26 because his heart strings broken
So tell me that's not love
I'll tell you that you're full of shit

She gave a promise that she would marry him
She found a boy that could trea...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Things I Tell Myself | Punk Song |

THE OLDER I GET THE BETTER I WAS

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At 18 years old I could run the one lap

Of 400 metres in one minute flat;

These days I’ll tell you I flew like a bat

Quicker than Usain because

The older I get, the better I was.

 

My qualifications don’t do much for me

But I could have completed a Masters degree

Instead I accomplished 2 GCSE’s

But I could have been Einstein because

The older I get, the better I was.

...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE FOUR-DAY WORKING WEEK | TWO NATIONS | THE LOVERS | LITTLE BASTARDS |

STREET PHOTOGRAPHER

All those long hours

days, weeks caged into jobs with no prospects.

Odd one out

lost to the streets he walked

in snatched lunch hours

with a cheap camera, curious

capturing moments on little glassy eyed

strips of film snaking glistening

unwinding from the tank

hung out to dry, teardrops of history

in the making,

a hobby and more besides,

a way of life. 

 

...

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Also by ray pool:

ANGER MISMANAGEMENT | SLEEP WALKING | STRANGER THAN FICTION | NEEDING MAYBE A TITLE IN LATIN | ON THE QE2 1977 | SMALL WORLD | ON HALLOWE'EN |

The Enemy

All around us and within.

Ever with us, birthed by sin.

All embracing, cold finger tracing

A line we all must cross.

 

All around us and within,

To ignore it that is sin.

Ever with us, all consuming,

Looming, looming ever looming.

 

Do you laugh and deride it?

Do you fear but try to hide it?

Is it in your calculations,

Figured out, accounted for?

 

Is i...

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Also by afishamongmany:

Faces | What to say? What to do? | The Peoples Song | Meadow Reflecting - A Villanelle by Road Runner 3 |

deliveredlife and death

Inside a house

Dark outside,

you see inside.

I’m standing there,

without a care,

but looking out,

i’m full of doubts.

I’m projecting pride,

but have nearly died.

He makes my tea,

you see he loves me.

I appear to have done

nothing for it.

My inner voice,

gives me no choice,

where you can’t see,

I slice my extremity,

the blood runs down,

into the family’s dishes.

...

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Also by Emma-Jane Stradling:

Common souls |

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ANIMAL FARM 2019

If Brexiteers are Britain's lions

Then Remainers are her sheep;

Hoping against hope they won't get fleeced

As back to the Brussels farm they creep.

Self-deluding wool covering supplicant eyes

Over-eager certainly - but hardly over-wise.

Convenience their self-serving rock - 

But one thing should be feared

In their desperate desire to run with the flock

They are certain t...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

"ISM" = I See Me | NHS STRESS KILLS | ARE YOU HAPPY? A departing shot! | TWO PRESIDENTS | GOODBYE TO MARINA AND PEARL | SPOT THE DIFFERENCE | CRIME PAYS | LIKE A TEAR | TAKE COURAGE |

Unattainable you

I remember the beautiful way

you strolled down the beach

where the sun's shadow

danced so gleefully

because it knew the inner

solace and silence

that sang in your soul,

and it thrilled in your joy.

The waves bowed down

continuously in your presence,

conceding eternity to the

sunshine in your smile,

while I looked on in wonder,

listened to your soft breath,

...

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Sorry, I missed me | Noone else knows | To believe in something | Parched | The Human Effect |

unattainable

Everything Must Go

 

Everything Must Go

The blue bicycle that arrived,

gleaming from the shop,

now leans crooked against the broken shed,

its faded paint and musty seat

forgotten within the muddy yard;

a relic of disregard.

 

“Everything Must Go”,

or so the big sign said.

 

The wild-eyed yearling steers,

corralled in the dusty stockyard,

bellow with the steady beat

of the...

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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Sunrise Sea | Shakespeare's Flowers |

Swift

Swift

No swift route to find your way

But be a swift and don’t delay

Let the currents raise you to reach the sky

Enjoy the view as you speed on by

You’ve found your lift to hit the heights

No frantic flaps to just get by

Just glide the air and cross the sky

And chance a glance as you pass us by

With faith to carry you across the big blue

You’re on your way, but there’...

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Also by IanQ:

Death Of A Friend | The Final Kiss |

achievementfaithgoalsplay

when my pencil hits the paper

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when my pencil hits the paper

and my brain begins to race,

my hand cannot keep up

with the unruly pace.

 

my scribbles become springs

bouncing up and down the page

with an energy quite erratic,

full of angst, or joy, or rage.

 

I submit myself to thee,

oh Goddess of the pen!

I beg for illumination,

for the power to go within

 

to unearth the sticky...

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Also by trixtex:

I push away the ending of the day | Meditation on My Happy Place | Endless Now | Two Toads |

inspirationprocesswriting

Keep Office Sue onside

Quick learning
Fast talking
No time for nonsense
Swift breeze passes by
As you pass us by
Little talk
Other than 'Hi
No time for bye
Or look me in the eye
This makes you mysterious
This makes me curious
Inquisitive by nature
Brain already on it
Naturally faster than the speed you travel
But body still as still as it was when sleeping
Brain doesnt miss a trick
My brain has collected...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

NO RULES IN SPEAKING YOUR MIND OTHER THAN BE FREE | ELSIE ANN | INTERVENTION DEVINE | About the boy |

officeSue

Unborn

A miracle?

Prevented, unplanned, unknown.

...

2020.

4 years later.

3 years old, I can’t imagine,

life;

what it would be like.

Love,

is what,

I thought it was.

Learned,

you can love and let go.

For a reason, everything happens, they say.

Believed, I believe it.

A miracle.

A lesson.

You were a lesson.

Today,

I would not be who,

I am,

wit...

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Also by abeacon:

Creased |

acceptanceGriefgrowthlearninglessonlosslovemiracle

Love

Makes us write poems and sculpt marble though inner strength

Makes us knee bend

Makes us difficult to reply to that work email

Because the mind is not free, it is in jail

That jail is a rose prison, with red flowers and hitting thorns

And you received both the keys and the warns

But still, that’s where you want to be.

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Love

It's Christmas - Get Me Out Of Here

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In late November tinseltown is on the distant horizon
The clock is ticking and the countdown has begun
Yuletide bells are ringing loudly in my head
It seems to get earlier every year - am I the only one ?
Black Friday starts the frenzied stampede of buying
Amazon and ebay encourage us to freely spend
Don't get me started on the big budget tv campaigns
The onslaught continues in sight there ...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

Remember & Reflect | A Guy Named Fawkes |

for we oldies

at last the dying is upon me  

strange how what appeared corporeal

will of sudden vanish into air

becoming as though it never was

 

I spend my life a walking shadow

cocooned within a web of culture,  

antique literature, and old man faith

safe from criticisms, jealousies,

arguments and philosophies of

family, lovers and enemies

 

the webs of life will soon lift ...

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Also by Rick:

staunch | chance meeting with a retro muse | interview .... | thoughts of  Saoirse | Poetry readings - approach with caution - they can turn deadly | christmas where a girlfriend worked |

Whisper My Name

Was it a mistake?

Everytime your hands caressed my warm skin

The bruises on my thighs 

From something so tender turns something so blue 

The imprint of your lips on me 

Leaving lovebites in their wake

 

The gentle beginning 

Ending as I call your name 

Pain and power and pleasure 

Mixed with a childish innocence

 

What have we become?

We are not two people in...

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Wintry Skies

Crisp russet leaves begin to fall

amid the early autumn squall

no more we’ll hear that clamoured call

as swallow flies

 

Each night the sun makes haste to set

tonight will be the soonest yet

while bitter breezes blow their threat

as summer dies

 

And now we barely hear a sound

as sleepy hedgehogs go to ground

in secret refuges they’ve found

and close their ey...

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AMAZONIAN

AMAZONIAN

would be
famous
if everyone knew
who i was
don't
understand
should have records
of platinum
they don't know
my name
should have
fortune and fame
poured out
my soul
in tales
i've told
should be on
Rolling Stone
producing
pure gold
write like
nobody's business
but haven't made
any hit list
can rock
a line
do it all
the time
yet my star
still doesn't shine
n...

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