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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 


He wasn’t a

Big man 

In the grand scheme 

Of things 

But he filled up

My whole



In the week 

I don’t suppose 

I saw him

Too often 

He left 

When it was dark

He came home 


It was dark


But my world 

Was anything 



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


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Also by Paul Sayer:

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 
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 |

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 |


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 |


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 |


Summer in winter

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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,


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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

Gang related - an uncles anguish - Fictional Story

wake up from a buzz from my phone.

Its my nephew he leaves me a voice note

"Uncle I'm coming to your home" 

He sounded worried,

So I try call him back, but im met with the tone.

I'm hearings knocks at my door.

"Open the door uncle, I'm feeling cold"

I open it and in he rushes in.

I'm confused, look at the clock its 4am

"What the hell is this"

He's bruised up and bleeding from his nose,


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Also by Zhar2020:

If I wrote a note to God | Pain | Vengeance | God bless the dead | The Wolf and Moon |

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.

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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 |

aphorisms athena bridal

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


If you live life ordinarily you can only be one thing


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


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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 |


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:



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 |


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


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 |


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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:



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:


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 |

appearancesfamilyjudgementself harm


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:


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 |


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 |



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 |


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 |


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:




A miracle?

Prevented, unplanned, unknown.



4 years later.

3 years old, I can’t imagine,


what it would be like.


is what,

I thought it was.


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.


I would not be who,

I am,


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Also by abeacon:

Creased |



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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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 |

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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Also by Cait Abbott:

Unsent Love Letters | A New Fear | For CJM | Call Me Alice | Melancholy Nostalgia | Recovery | Soldiers In My Mind | Nurture | Silent Prayers; Delicately Heard |

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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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Diary Of A House Cat |



would be
if everyone knew
who i was
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
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

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Also by cindylee loucks:


POEMS by cindy lee loucks

Rules! What Rules?

If you have been shafted by the gods

What can you do?

Logic is useless, prevarication pointless, lying impossible.

Whatever is 'IS', and you deal with it.


I think there is more to 'LIFE' than the physical.

I accept 'SCIENCE: to observe, to test, to conclude, to know, to alter'.

Our senses are programmed according to 'rules'

As is our entire physical body.

Including our...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Let Us Praise Rainbows | Bermuda Islands' Visitor | From My Window There Is A Tree | Denouement | MAKING LOVE |

Fame And Friendship/By Austin Dobson/Translation Into Amharic/ዝናና ጓደኝነትአውስቲን ዶብሶን/ ትርጉም ዓለም ኃይል ገ/ክርሰቶሰ - Poem by Alem Hailu Gabre Kristos


Fame is a food that dead men eat, —
I have no stomach for such meat.
In little light and narrow room,
They eat it in the silent tomb,
With no kind voice of comrade near
To bid the feaster be of cheer.

But Friendship is a nobler thing, —
Of Friendship it is good to sing.
For truly, when a man shall end,
He lives in memory of his friend,
Who doth his better part recall
And of his fau...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

The Eagle/By Alfred, Lord Tennyson/translation into Amharic By Alem Hailu/(ንስሩ/በሎርድ ቴኒሶን፡ ትርጉም በዓለም ኃይሉ ገ/ክርስቶስ) |

Theme For Ernie

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Many nights like this

I sat beside a darkened window

cradling thoughts of what

delivered you here.

Nights when snow fell

and Coltrane's mute tenor

signalled in the gloom,

A Golden Record, 

spiraling the consolations

of a beleaguered earth

into the silent cosmos.

I would wonder what

beacon you followed,

in your small white suit, 

buttoned to the chin,


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Also by Tom Harding:

The African Queen | The Wrestler | The Hard Problem | The Secret of his Success | Thoughts This Morning | Now | Late Night Movie | Bad Influences |

Midnight Morning.

Wrapped up tight, covered up all warm
Then i tapped the light when i stretched my arm
The sap inside done kick me down, feelin blue
Cause' she's not around
Tears start to fall and all that is heard
Is the sound of the TV and the birds
Chirppin' loud like they do when its noon
And you do what you do as i lay so blue
It's midnight morning without a snooze
Im dead awake and on is news

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I wish I could see the future, 
And then see it plain and clear. 
And hope it is full of love and joy 
And not misery or fear.

I wish I could see the future, 
And hope it is happy and care free. 
Not at all with cruel oppression, 
But with peace and harmony.

I wish I could see the future, 
And hope the world becomes respected, 
But since all these may just be a dreams, 
It may be ha...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

At Christmas Time | Opinions | Shopping | Disco |

HopeStuart VannerThe FutureVision

Robbie and Dean

Dean Martin, you say?

Well, yes I see why

With the silk in his voice

And the glint in his eye


A boxer, a crooner

With satire and skits

A boozer, no loser

Wine, westerns and wit


But it's Williams for me

I admire the sheer range

The highs and the lows

The awesome, the strange


The pain and the ego

The bad-boy style grin

A writer, a fighter


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Also by David Lindsay:

Sisyphus | The Other Side |

Poetic vision

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Reading between 

The blurred lines

Defining sublimes 

Of reality

Noticing all

That others

Can't see

This how

Poets bring


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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Pizza | When I remembered | Muse | Retrograde | Poements | Snow White Updated | Smile | Shadow Of Temptation |


Coming home from Saturn

Saturn doesn’t make things easy. It demands structure, discipline, and order. It governs old age along with the lessons it teaches us and it pays attention on how we manage our limitations. Above all, this ringed planet values growth and hard work.

It took me a while to recognize my own pain, but when I did, I have finally understood how to heal, and if I can be completely honest, it is not as ...

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Also by Aly:

Supernova |

Wish You Were Here

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Wish you were here,
to break down all the differences,
to shake down all the borders,
to melt down all the distance,
to connect all the figures
in the right place.
What else could, what else could confront us?
In the same way we breath,
in the same way we cry,
wish you were here,
tonight when the whole world is empty
and there is no one left to die.

Wish you were here,
to create all t...

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Swam in the light that shone

Drowned in thoughts that could not stay afloat 

Gasped for much needed calm 

Sank into the surrounding darkness

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You can't seal up death

despite the rituals,

it abides in tobacco 

pouches and old armchairs

and abandoned shoes

worn once to tread

the winding alleys 

of this town.


In sleek black cars

and creaking wardrobes

with their mothball smells,

in distant excursions

recalled on paper scraps

that fall by chance

from picture frames.



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Also by john short:


What is the Matter?

The source

Matter of course

Tight relation

Holds solid truth 

Source of vibration


all manifistation

Mind's eye carries its reverberation

Atom formation

Instantanious light creation

The relation is of matter and of course is solid truth

So let it flow 

expand and grow

no matter your thinking be acute or obtuse

Stand in the harmonic node and your s...

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Also by New Shoes:

And So We Eat Again |

The sky is the limit

I see where I came from

Where I went

Living happy and proud

All the things around


Nice shoes 

Nice house

Nice cars

My mind


The days pass me now

The thoughts surround

One more day

Or evening perhaps


Just to wrap my head around

The things I found dear

One more minute in the moment

Is all I wish


It all came crashing down

Burned to...

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On Love

Love isn't as romantic as they paint it to be. 

It was not a magical premonition knowing who I'd marry someday. 

It was getting to know you and deciding that on my own terms. 


It was not blazing fire and passion.

It was a gentle touch,

An easy way of  coming into my life.

Like sunshine in the morning, 

slowly illuminating everything on its path. 

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Empty Mirror.

Is sobriety killing my creativity?
Or is it better off this way?
It's hard to find some comfort in this
When all I know is pain

I couldn't go on much longer
With the way I was feeling inside
But who am I now that I'm sober?
Loss of identity will reside

Let me feel the lines of your hands
From your finger tips on down
I don't know how to fix me
But your skin is safe and sound

My addicti...

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Also by Nick:

Suicidal OCD. |

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The orchid in the starry night

The main part of the poem

Herculean welcome: Hallo. You huge, hilarious human! Have honorary heart of hyacinth with humming birds!

Herculean welcome: Hallo. Am I a gorgeous orchid without any sonorous oblivion and dreamy rumination about the Horologium?

Standing, waiting I see, hear, taste, touch feeling of this night outside from Pavel´s window sill near an ewer and three cacti so dear l...

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Also by PawelekMarkiewicz:

Poem about Prometheus | Three kinds of insects |

starry night


From the center of our solar system
The sun casts light out to every corner of the universe.

We celebrate the light,
  and remark on its changes
In our calendars and almanacs
  as eclipses, equinoxes, and solstices
In our paintings and literature
  as epiphanies. 

To the sun credit is commonly given
for all life on earth,

_______________________________________________             ...

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Chasing the squirrel

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Kissed by Sun

The chosen one

Wonder fills her eyes


Chasing the squirrel 

With bushy black tail

Never out of her tries 


On way back

Tracing the track

Outstretched her palm


See mumma see

A squirrel baby

Tara rara rumpumpum


Open mouth 

Without a doubt

I saw the invisible thing 


A child’s play

My heart slay

High and low I sing

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Also by TROY:

Song of Death | Prayer |

p o r t r a i t

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I scour the canvas

and open tins

and unscrew tops

and play Brahms.


Dip and watch the colours argue.



And then the thrill

at a stroke.

Maybe a blemish?


Vodka helps recall

the very image

of her mouth,


And I persue its loss

and perchance

her likeness emerges.


Tommy Carroll  words and image.

I agree with my sadness ...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

The Pieces | loves passport check | r e f u g e | The Woman at My Table | Dragging the luggage | Advice to the Elderly on Bonfire Night |

Personal Struggle

There's a simple logic to seeing the worst  in others

It's like a happy-proof vest for a sad  person undercover

The bad we see in others is a reflection of how we feel

And that explains a lot of things a great deal

The same way a thief hates to be stolen from  and a liar hates to be deceived

Is the same way some persons fail  to see in others the good they can't see in themselves


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Happy Heaven Club

Up in heaven there is a club.

Full of people that I love.

I have named it “Happy” because you’ll see,

Everyone is as jolly as can be.

There are no illnesses or unhappy thoughts,

No broken bones or negative reports.

Just laughter and merriment all around,

If only we could see this from the ground.

I’d like to visit and see my friends,

Go to the place where sadness ends.


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Also by Ashleigh Davies:

My Horse |


Visions of the future,
Dreams of reality,
Our plane of existence,
Relies on duality,
The controllers of this world,
A separate ruling class,
I see through their bullshit,
The language of the looking glass,
Symbols and language,
Are the key to understanding,
The lies and deceptions,
And the trauma-based programming,
Rhetoric and satire,
The weapons of the wizard,
Words truly are magic...

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I am that pain you hide that fact that resides in the river of your thoughts

That sly feeling you get when you throw on that coat ready look in the mirror and smirk

The same embodiment when you look at that girl and she lifts up that skirt 

Or when you see that one guy who has been eyeing you ordering that same drink slipping his desire into it when you turn your head

Have you forgotte...

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Amidst & Beyond

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In the midst of a mist

Time to cease and desist

For to continue on would prove

Going forward is futile

But back would be imbecile

The wise choice is not to move

Wait the mist out

Then without doubt

The path will be plain to see

Clear as a vision

To make the decision

To follow that path

To be free




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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

Time |

Santa Clarita

“Sixteen seconds of terror; just another school shooting in America.”


the news report receives less airtime

than the duration of the shooting itself




peaceful, Sunday-morning sunrise 

filters through cracks in the blinds

of our patio window, bent fractals of light

illuminated across the terrors of this world 

I chose to bring you into, unfolding 

on the ...

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Also by Emilia Callahan:

Untitled (edge of sanity) |

Berlin Irony

9th November 2019



A wall of shame

cut through a city and a people

a bleak new division:

we and the world turned away



A wall fell

remade a city, a people, a history

a bright new union:

we and the world rejoiced



Now we fashion

our uniquely British wall

a tragedy of repeated history:

the world wonders, shrugs




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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Vita hominum flos est |

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Thoughts of a Confederate Pallbearer

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You outflanked me a thousand times

But I outlived you

General Sherman. 

And after all the meaningless debates on generalship

I find it far more noble

to be able to draw another breath. 

So I will dance a little jig

as I carry your coffin


to your resting place. 


You won't outflank me this time.

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Also by Michael Triandafils:

Hazy Hazy Me | Everything is Funny | Proud of the Weight | Songs For Your Quarters |

Always Greener

I've only ever seen shadows,

Basked against the wall,

Like darts in a grey home.


That should send shivers down your spine,

Maybe not,

Though you should know that a saddled man can't ride.


In fact,

I find it interesting,

That god was the meaning of it all,

Before the beginning of time.


I wonder if time was just ours,


Or something else.



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Also by Alita Moore:

A strange feeling |

The Girl I Used To Be

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The girl I used to be

Now follows me

Wherever I go

Down the street

Into the store



I can’t escape her

She judges me

Tortures me

With my own memories

My nightmares

Will I ever be free?


She doesn’t make a sound

But her presence is enough

The thoughts

The emotions

The broken

I can feel it all


Cascading off her figure


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We Will All Get There in the End

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Turn left

proceed for three hundred yards

then turn right,

turn up the heat

straight ahead no turning back.


Arriving at

the cemetery

satellite navigation

robotic voice

states automatically

you have - - -

reached your

final destination.


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Also by Nigel Astell:

Signs that Light up the Star Lit Sky | When Evil Comes Calling |

Saying goodbye to the Rocket Man

Cruel companion

Tuck me in O sky.
Blanket me with the weight
of your stars and moons and suns.
Peace was with me,
'til it wasn't.
Under your watch
she left and stood beside me,
an untrustworthy companion
who cruelly mocked
our separation.
no amount of gravity seemed enough
to keep me grounded.

These inner swirling thoughts,
circle back to how it was,
how things are now,
how th...

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Also by Kate G:

Chloe | Watermark | United Nations | Grey mountain | Man's best friend |


Each day gets darker than the last few decades of days.

Each day's gloom makes me turn like in a grave 

And so does the thought of a moment in another day.

Each day brings me closer to a grave 

I can literally feel the drag.

A sick man lives on.


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Also by DIY:

Fear |

lifeman. strugglepain. disappointmentsick

To the woman in our lives

They are strange; they are not like us,

the can’t do stuff without a fuss.

We men, we just want to get it done

they will spice it up and have some fun.


Not sure why God decided to make,

them woman, the fairer of the two.

Perhaps we will never understand His take

but it is working well, that is true.


We men we don’t get it, nor will we ever understand,

what they...

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Also by Dewald:

Who am I | The Place in my Soul | It is that time of day... |

...A Soul Awaits...

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Why are you a parasol carnage of hearts?...Fire to hearth; wavering.

Why do you flicker so loudly?

Evey pronunciation proclaims vowels and blood, and elusive feats of things unanchored.


Can I tell you that within my sewer I hear ocean sounds?

Loud whispers. Evening portals…Long distances made short.

I take for granted what I feel from neighborly beasts.

Eating goldfish benea...

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Also by Mimi:

... I Feel Them... | ...Petunia... |


Gina my cousin

She was the type who would never die

Had always been there,

All grown up when I was still a child.

Laughing, teasing, bringing me toys and sweeties,

Flirting with my daddy

Taking his arm as he walked her to the station.


She would burst in every Saturday

Her voice like sunflowers and daffodils,

Smelling like oranges and strawberries,

The way they do...

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Also by Hannah Collins:

The Forever Soldier |

Crooked Café

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I used to hate this part of town
After London
it felt like stepping back in time
as if all our momentum to the capital 
had been lost
these shops with their hand-painted signs
I didn’t recognise the names
they’re not triplicated on every high street

And now I sit
in the Crooked Café
the waitress always tries to remember my ‘usual’
but I love that she never quite gets it right
gives u...

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Also by Tom Alexander:

Born To Muse | Why Poems? |


Alone again

I stay awake alone again

i hear the cars pass by my window

the stars to be my only friend

i relate to the lonely porch black widow

she spins her web in solitude , not a creature to be stirred

and I forever voice my pain , though there's no words left to be heard

i find my peace amongst the night

it holds me near and true

but when I stare amongst the stars

all I can think...

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Also by Aimee:

Change | If I wrote you a song | Grief | Drifting | Myself | Together in my thoughts | Falling In November | Ink On Paper | Ink On Paper |


Do you beg me mindful

as I behold your callous?


Should it be

that your lips become quaint

in shadow of your action?

Or will you remain encumbered

by the air and lie dormant?


Do not want nor follow.


The mammal consumed

by the engulfing rage

the creator has provided,

gleaming at the emissary.


Should you come to know thy will; 

have it polish...

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Also by Chaz Allen:

Image of A Ghost | Identity | I'm Sure | Hell | Growth | Gatekeeper | Future | Faith | Epitome |

Edinburgh Late Afternoon

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Orange beacons lead the way

toward a fiery sky that glows like the last embers in a hearth.

The charcoal shadows of evening draw near

and I hurry home in my 'teddy bear' coat.

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Also by Jill Ashforth:

Bath Time |



A frame, a shadow, 

Of what it could of been, 

Cowering in the corner of a cage 

For others' amusement; 

The eyes and demeanour 

Of a broken bear. 

It pained me to see - 

So I penned these words.

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Is emptiness a feeling?

Or is it the emotions

your smile is concealing?

Your head full of commotions.


What is it you believe in?

Universe – religion – self,

I can see it in your eyes –

it’s clear that you need some help!


They control you with your fears,

if only you could lull their

faint whispering in your ears.

Constant internal warfare.


They sa...

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The Ocean Inside The Shell

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The salty sea spray sprinkles my skin,

like summer showers

That begin 

Then end 


I stand in front of a crust forming at the edge of the beach


Splintered, softened wood 



Shiny when wet

Their colours

Like common jewels

Topaz, ruby, emerald, turquoise, coral pink, terracotta

All there for the picking

All at my feet

This Novemb...

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Ronnie detests getting wet

so he doesn't go out in the rain

He's afraid there's a chance he'll dissolve

and trickle away down the drain


So he hunkers down in his house

guaranteed to stay warm and dry

and won't put one foot outside

if he spots just one cloud in the sky


But unable to use his car

whilst awaiting a fanbelt today

he ventured out in the rain


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Also by Brian Maryon:

The Queen's Empty Pockets | A CIVILIAN'S PERSPECTIVE | The End | Baaaastard !!!! | The Uxbridge Road |

I am hope.

what used to hurt me

still does

what used to scare me

still does

what used to make me curl up on the floor

shaking to my very core

still does


I am constantly afraid that one day

I will come face to face with my mistakes

a tableau of painful regrets and aches

the times I said I couldn’t when I could

the times I said I wouldn’t when I would


the past stil...

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Also by Lily Petkova:

the things you left |

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In gilted gold halls

Between wealth wrought walls

Came the last of the self-pronounced worthy

Their dresses and suits 

Swayed to silver flutes

Music divine and unearthly

And the satirists would depict

Just how all were tricked

And subjugated without mercy


Each position maintained 

And anger reigned

In a rife and rapacious rancour

Each being to steeped to se...

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Also by Joshua Van-Cook:

The causality casualty | River amidst a forest fire | Polarity | Limerick | Sidelined Life |

What am I to do? 

Anything at all? 

Is it any of my business? 

I've been gone so long. 

But I see it dying. 

I can't just let it die. 

But if it's what all others want

Then who am I to try? 

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November Collage poem: Grim but Good

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From spaceships of harmony

Into the fires of Hell

Mouldy undertaking no more


A trodden mind, angry in the Nut Bar

I need more than seven words, please


Neil Young – grim and grizzled –

Summoned by starship –

Says he can’t go because of his terrible I.B.S.


Drinking tears to dry up the well, pointless

Advertising tissues then.


She wasn’t always fifty ...

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The Bittern

The bittern booms - 

in desolation 

Accent of wind - 

cuts through the reed

The flatland listens - 

to isolation 

In solo passage - 

upon the wind

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Late Halloween poem |


When I built my road
I had all the help in the world
But it was up to me to lay the bricks
And it was that part, that sticks.
I'd pick a stone up in my hand to lay it,
Felt like all I did was betray
Myself and my own destiny,
I'd lay it where They told me.
Then one day I guess I had some sort of grand epiphany
The bricks laid down so gently when I focused on me
And a path began to form,

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Also by Josie Harris:

Letter to the Guys That Try To Date Me | Corporation Screw You | Victim |

breaking point

there was a time

when there was time

for now I'm distant

covered with grime


even without feelings

my heart speaks in mimes

shifting to reason

chanting with rhymes


hoping to reach me

trying to climb

a thousand years slime

I crafted around me

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World War

Remember remember,

the eleventh of November.

Where all the soldiers had a hard fall

and poppies stood tall.

Sacrifices were made

and soldiers began to fade.

Families were all unhappy,

whilst they cried tearfully.

Remember remember,

the eleventh of November.



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I See The Nature |

World War

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