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Three Machiavellian neighbours


they begin their wicked cackling get together

each, helping to stir

the cauldron of local gossip

relishing especially

the misfortune of others in it

to which they add

their own vitriolic potions

of malice. 

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Declination's and daydream's | Goodnight's and goodbye's | Vacating the urn | Liquid annoyance | My go-for-it(!) Grandmother | Demand and delivered! |

THE PRIMROSE - a re-post for Spring

Peeping from beneath the tree,

The lemon primrose spoke to me.

Winter's done, I heard it say,

Warmer days are on the way.


Mother Nature waits on me

(The "First Rose" is my name you see) 

While other flowers stay in bed

I welcome spring and show my head.


Then, with the golden daffodil,

I gild the countryside until

In turn, the other blooms appear,

Assured ...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:


Still more

Love that rules

Sunday,31st March 2019


Love mushrooms

and blossoms

from the pure heart

it is humanitarian art


not wish alone

and not from the devastating cyclone

it is from the inner call

after breaking the wall


love that rules

and hate that lulls

we are full of love

and sincerely believe


expect nothing

share your feelings

spread ...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

Love that rules | Rude behavior | In confusion | Lips invite | Good awaited day | Build a dream | Love vibrations | Love gesture | Live only once | Live only once | Fully in | Not a sin | We are peace lovers | Miss foreever | Not in haste | Own judge | With one shot | Feel real | Great opportunity | Where are you? | Goodbye and | Giant tree | Weary of life | Listen to the | The real faith | World poetry day | No denying fact | Give love to | Zoom in love | We are | We are messenger | Holi-the festival of lights | I am C. E. O. | Sink with | Sentry on guard | Withdraw | Bow my head | Poetry is a rare gift | No, you are out | Why do I write? | Listen to your own | Love and gesture | Only way as | Enough to be | Your words | Independence struggle | Feel right | Heart falls | Illusion since long | You damned it | Peace | Fire withtin | Let love grow | Chose honestly | Fully content | I praise | Life, not worth | Life not worth | Omni presence | With new beginning | Such is the definition | Peace-self first | No miser | Tolerance power and | O! lovely flower | Not powerless | To other world | I bow down to the motherland | Yes dear | Vaccum | Silence-own color | life in confusion | Cause in relation | The time may fill | Counsel at | Forget an animosity | Golden rays on earth | Being human here | Feel good | An appeal | The silence | Smile at lovers | No violence to |


Fragments 13

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Painting is by Aleksandra Waliszewska.


I see slippery floors and hear crashing insanity.

A feral cat girl scratching in a cage. 

She put her twicthing tail between her legs. And it felt like another's.

Plaugerists of non movements. Counterfeiters of human quantities.

Dark life support room. Surgical silver reflecting the gleam o...

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Also by Daniel King:

Fragments 12 | Down and In | Fragment 11 | Poetry for my lover Limos | fragment 9 | Fragments 8 | Fragments 7 | Fragments 6 | Fragments 5 | Fragments 4 | Fragments 3 | RED POETRY | Fragments 2 | Fragments 1 | Fragments |


My brain fell for you in trying to save my existence.

I asked, you answered, and never did you wonder who I was.

I fell for you so damn hard, a wave of depression takes over, affecting my vision.

Now I'm starting to make irrational decisions.

How stupid and silly it is to be in love with someone I have never met.

A fantasy I put together, a distorted version of you I strung together...

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you'll be
one day
what will your life
say about you
don't wanna be
boxes of clothes
dusty memories
hope to be
more than debris
watched two
come to
their end
all they left
was facebook
sad friends
helped husbands
clothes and
thought to myself
must be more than that
want to be more
than a box to Goodwill
want to be more

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Also by cindylee loucks:


Philosophical Poem

Nosy Nellie

"Ooo, can I see?" she asked with a grin

I had no choice but to let her in

I had opened the door a bit too wide

And she was able to peek inside.

What she saw was really nothing

But, she just had to make it something.

Her nosiness was quite well known

In the neighborhood and around the town.

Always snooping in a friendly way

"I've just come for a visit!" she would say


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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

Writers Block | I, Capricorn | The Darkness of the Night | 'untitled' | Drowning (In Depression That is Not Mine) |


Public Domain


A poem was supposed to

be in the public domain

but the domain

did not want it and refused it

out of hand

even other poems

refused to have

anything to do with it

it was ostracized

could not even make a

an anthology

so the poem sat forlorn

on a shelf in the corner

and never got married

or had children

just a hermit poem

with no human contact


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Also by d.knape:

Wink & A Pass | Lost Socks | Taking A Walk | Semi-Colon | Ferlinghetti Street | Writes Of Spring | MoonLight | Green Pastures | Some Assembly Required | Mouse In the House | Song Effects | Cars | Once We Were Gods | Shoes | Sooner Or Later | Point Of No Return | WD-40 | Horseback | Frosted Flakes Are Never Falling | When The Cows Come Home | Football Is King | Endangered Poets | Adobes | Stop Signs | Blood Pressure | Rumors Of My Demise | Wounded Heart | New Book |

Fleeting Emotions

Happiness is a fleeting emotion

and that’s how it should remain

for if we were eternally happy

how could we ever feel pain?


Sadness is a fleeting emotion

and that is how it should remain

for if we were eternally sad

joy would be hard to attain


Jealousy is a fleeting emotion

and that is how it should remain

for if we were eternally jealous

where would trus...

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Early Morning Tenderness | Four thoughts | Word wanderer | Lexical longings | Hangman |


An Unknown Garden


Long I laboured

through the seasons

through the years


on the plot:


as digging blistered my palms

and the soil grew fertile

as digging pained my back

and plants grew strong -

grew verdant

beside the deep dug pond

with its little stream

where I placed fish


an unplanned golden feast for a heron

and an otter


And as e...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Broken | Cosmology 101 | Stranded High | Aubade |


Someone To Watch Over Me

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The future is dark,
our days are numbered,
there will be a last time for everything
given all things are finite
and the news the universe 
is expanding eleven percent faster than expected
as if wishing to hasten it's own demise.
Look at everyone on this dark afternoon,
hunched over these little round tables
like mourners at a funeral 
for our collective future,
the barmaid staring on th...

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The Angel

Her eyes would never see the rainbow and the light.. 
But by her, my soul was to be ignited and benight ...
Her tiny hands that day clasped unsteadily with my own.. 
Touching mystically my core in ways I have never known.. 
An orphan who embraced the world as if it belonged to her.. 
What vision dare not achieve, her touch unveiled and  gifted life to her.
Teaching her sounds and syllables, ...

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Also by mona s:

Frozen time | Nostalgia | The unsaid | Paradise | My reflection | One day | Rainbow | Escape | Ocean | The haunted | Handcuff | Paralysed - A monorhyme | Right to write | Like me.. | Enchanting | Someday | Soul mates | Depression | The tracks | The far away | The farewell | Restless soul |

#poem #angel

the molester

The molester 

On a podcast, I heard Cardinal Pell so poised,

the boys’ were telling lies,

he wouldn`t dream of doing this to anyone,

but time moves on he was not believed;

whether he had ruined anyone’s life is debatable.

We had gone on a walking trip it lasted two days,

we slept on a hay-loft and the young

Priest (not Catholic) took my hand on his erect penis

 and made ...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

illness and miracle | how old is old | at last she left | the past was a dream | Edith lived here | Good? | democracy installed | a little poem | sighting | Caballus | identity | winners and losers | the great war and India | surrogate | the oldies blog | the burning | re-remembered | chicken and fado | the long walk | in the beginning | page fifteen | meteorology | flying things | ploughing | we, conjurers | forenoon show | senryu |

Polite Kind

I hope you find I said to him
What you no longer search for
Some peace of mind,
An end to war
I hope that you find,
All this and more,
Along your road so bare.

He smiled and said
I hope you'll be
As honest with others
As you are with me. 
I'll hope you'll fight
For what is wrong
And come into the light.

For I am perhaps a dreamer,
My head held in the clouds,
But his disease is ...

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Also by Josie Harris:

What Beauty Wrought | Why I'm Angry | The Things We Don't Talk About |

I promise I will try my hardest not to scream

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I can't trust the lightning in my mind

It's a little crazy and tries to unwind

Anything that makes sense that keeps me safe

It cares but it rather not play

Why can't I be fine 


Why can't I be happy? 

No no no

It's the pathways

The networks

They'd die without the pain

Dry up with stability

They need the adventure of the risk

That what you fear will be right...

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Also by Collin Pulmano:

And Peace | The Land of the P's |

Crazyretail is killing me

The Anti Shanty

Take yer shanties and shove em.

Take yer white foam flying.

Take yer fair winds blowing.

Take yer furrows following fucking freely.

And shove em.


Yer songs about masts and sails

and rolling, rollicking singing and fun in gail’s.

Phoney fallacious frigging fantasy folklore.

Unreal figures dancing and prancing.

Shove em. 


The truth is filth and fury


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Also by Phil Kay:

Son | (untitled) | Tears | The bookshop | Absurd | Dublin 2000 | Your seven | Soul (less) | Chemo Pharmacopeia | Surfing the sky | Dance | Cancer | Days | Freedom of the mind. | Spring | The Anti Shanty 2016 | Vancouver 24 hour of love 1980 | Scream me a proverb | My Son my sun | Slice of heaven Sydney 1987 | Spring | Survival | New York 1979 | Mr Fate | Duality | Cancer | Heart on fire | Recruitment Office 1979 | Grandad 1930 | Shame |

Always Blue

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In the good garden of England 
the sky is always blue, except
as rain begins to thunder down
and lightening must see you through
the good old garden of England 
byways from orchard to meadow lead
each pretty one to their tryst, please- 
no fence rear up where love should grow

And the heart of the garden of England
quite unable to say just how it feels
the mind of the old garden of...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

There And Then | Cosmic Cause | Tricycle | Chestnut balanced On The Highest Peak |

A mother’s mask

My mum is so beautiful, the flowers are angered. 

A picture of health, the doctors cowered. 

Her voice so tuneful, birds shy away. 

Her soul so perfect, to their dismay. 


But look closer.

Her mask is coming away.  

She can no longer hide it; from the world, her lover and from her daughter  


My mum is so tired, but refuses to sleep just yet  

So ill but won’t get h...

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Also by Laney:

Senses | Expectations |

Video Games

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She played

Lana Del Rey

as she turned

to watch me pack.


It played as we

looked away from

each other's



I knew it was

her pretence,

a playing hurt,

a joint loss.


Her humming


was knowing that

I knew the words,


That I knew its

finger was pointing away

pointing away from us,

from us both.


My si...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Excuse my hand (II) | "excuse my hand..." | Knock - Knock | Wipers in D minor | Mum | The Votive Offering | I never sleep when... |

Wednesday, March 6, 2019 9:55 PM

You don't give a flying fuck–

It's admirable.



It is.


But this time,

You are wrapped in weakness,

enveloped in the unknown.


But this time,

You have no control,

and your sly jargon

is no match for your

raw exterior.


Its hands once were supple

and smelled of sweet lavender.

They are now brittle and cracking.

It will feel foreign...

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No Return

Humans have a place in Earth’s systems,

we’re designed to play a role in Earth’s cycles.


Original populations had everything to hand,

anything a human could ever want can be found on this planet.


Eden has been traded for technology,

integration with nature for science.


What’s driving this exodus?

What’s distancing us from Eden?


Economic growth drives gov...

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Also by Rich:

Escaping Authority | Nab Me a Seat | Stone |

Slag Ag+(aq) (03/30/2019)

I'm at that age now
where the people I watched wed
are filling for divorce.

it bores a hole, similarly gauged 
to commune with gravity
clutching spaces, knuckles' wide 
between pauses:
breathless moments of wherewithal
sentiment and statement, emptied 
poorly lit podiums, stood up to greet a moonless night.
from deep within newly parched lips they ask :
"what do we do now?" 
Never a ...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

wishbone (today last year) | Crowbar 5 (03/08/2019) | Faux saga 1 (03/05/2019) |

melt down those wedding rings serpent sings

Battles and Wars

Recall, when you feel the option is "Force,"

 Whilst fists might win battles,

It takes brains to win wars.

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Old Man At The Bar | As You Walk The Road | Redemption | A Stone For The Miller | Hammers and Forges | Dive In | Vexillology | Take Your Place With Good Grace | Elected Inchworm | Sit Down My Friend | Fairytales | Poetic Dissection |




I Was barely 14 when I heard on the radio that

‘Johnny was in the basement, cooking up the medicine’.

The recipe for whatever this revolutionary potion was,

must exist somewhere, so I made it my business

to find out more. What exactly did the ingredients consist of ?

Various listening’s divulged snippets of information which,

over a per...

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Also by trevor homer:


spiritual writing

words you grant me

Let me breathe let me be calm..take away my dept and set me free

Let me be me

Let me fly And bring others to the air with me

Set us free Let me laugh Bring back my giggles So i can make others laugh too

Bring laughter Grant me health so I can heal I am a healer let me heal

Forgive and allow me to forgive others and encourage peace

We all need peace

I'm aw...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

spiritual writing |



She smiled and said hello 

Hello , her eyes said shinning , her voice peaceful 

Peaceful she was as she spoke 

She spoke of a better place 

A better place filled with harmony 

A harmony sans melody there 

She wanted to go there .She was ready to go 

To a place not on pictures we hung

She hung to dear life onto every word I spoke 

She spoke. I listened but did not he...

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High school memories(emulation of Langston Hughes, dreams deferred)

What happens to a high school memory?


Is it revisited down memory lane and treasured in our hearts forever

Or is it discarded like a trash bag filled with mold and maggots

Does it become a haunting nightmare filled with ghosts

Or a sweet dream full of bliss

Will it always be permanent and meaningful like a tattoo

Or temporary like life itself


Maybe it just weighs on ...

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Revolving door to nowhere




















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Also by Kealan Coady:

Orbitter | The Gift | To Be Read Sub-consciously | lockedopen | M W |

Letter For A Firefly 3

I've never tried much
But I think I'd like to try with you
Let's give an Applause to 
The cringey little monkeys on the street

I've never really loved anyone
Until I met a glowing fly in the darkness
I don't think I can live without you now

You're cooler than I thought you was
My chest is caving in my with my palms sweaty
I've never been this nervous to hold a hand
Goddamn your sweet...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Mommy | 13 | Queuing For Love | The Oath I Made | A Underlining Hatred | Choke | High (Lyrics) | A Lonely Memory | Southern Belle | The Black Annis | Pink Sundays | Relapsing, Pure Misery | Words of The Waiting Man 28 | Falling Into Pieces | Dreaming of Firefly | Memento Mori | The Old Ones | Unreleased Poem | A Letter To Firefly | Love Me Please? | This Is Decaying Alive  | Cafe of Blues Coffee (Roots) | Firefly | Dying In My Sleep |


She stood under the eaves of a shed,

door open, inviting him in.

"This was his world, everything has to go," she said.


"There's a light switch somewhere."

Then he peered about.

Everything exactly as it had been left.


Chests of tools, walls pegged for ready access.

A woodwork bench with vices.

Racks of chisels - the smell of linseed oil.


Cabinets with escut...

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Also by ray pool:


Panic Attack

1.It really was the shape of night, 

all mystery at first,

but there was the noise too,

sitting on my chest

until I broke out in sweat, 

and we were alone with the only

choice to cancel the weekend.


2. That was the first year. By the second

year, it was living in a cubicle at work. 

And by the third year, 

 I found a doctor holding my diagnosis

as I walked int...

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Also by Paris Tate:

After Listening to What Florence's Water Gave Her | Memory |

2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 1 The Run Up

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Image: Don Sitton legally blind for his entire life was a presenter at KPET Radio in Lamesa West Texas for 29 years, beginning in 1989. A familiar voice on the morning show he used to interview attendees at the Lamesa Forrest Fest. We met in 2011 when I first performed ther and struck up a friendship that lasted till he passed away on October 13 2018. I always looked forward to our intreviews I sh...

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The Wonder of Us

The paramount half of the wonder of "Us"

is that, larger than life, "U"

of you!

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Also by Mae Foreman:

Secret Truth | Love Song | Song | Love | The Life Dreamt | Wake me up at Dream O'Clock | Crossing Over to the Other Side |


to disappear from the suspicious leers of strangers

who say the word "ethnicity" like it's an obscenity

because the scars of the distant past offend us
and inflicted psychic wounds bind us to things
groping fingers can't grasp

like children born of ghosts...

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Also by elPintor:

russian girls | capture & release | manual | (untitled) | habitation | origins and distillations |

Kerala Visit

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kerala is peaceful and beautiful 
in all cases and places 
Keralite people are so cheerful 
I can read "welcome" on faces 


The Green Carpet of all guests 
and pure nature to enjoy 
generous people happily smiling 
at any time of any day 


Life in Kerala based on love 
and clear hearts for caring 
I love Kerala more than enough 
I'll come back sure for sharing 

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Also by Farag M. Afify:

FRIENDSHIP | Humankind | HELP!! | دكتور عصافير (VET) | You're Welcome |


A Walk in the Country

A Walk in the Country

Bramley End, a hamlet

nestling in a valley,

is not found on the map -

there is a ‘Brambly End’ -

maybe it’s a misprint.


I tramped the hard last miles

blistered, bleeding, limping.


Bramley End... Journey’s end;


a tree-trunk wayside rest,

church bells treble-bobbing,

a chapel, a village hall,

a ‘Welcome Stranger’ pub,

a hear...

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Also by Rick:

Maybe Frannie | Nostalgia | And so with a sigh | Somewhere in Dorset | I slept with a girl | Was Wonderful | Through a glass darkly | I sat with a girl |




Thank you Banksy for your work of art

as an artist who hits the nail on the head.

Depicting reality with a clear portrayal of

clueless Members of Parliament seen as chimps.

You illustrate well the demise of democracy

Ten years ago you created ´A Parliament of Chimps 

today we see it as a day of betrayal

´Laugh now, but one day no-one will be in charge

as an u...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Herbicide | Broken up | Absent | No more of this..... | The Box Dwellers | Inclement Weather |




So sang Sir Paul, a late Sixties landmark song,

lyrics and score penned in seconds I’m sure and

jaunty as they come, neither revealing nor concealing

the big issues of the day, but a ballad for our time, a devotion,

a short, sweet love song, a subliminal gong on the froth and sweat of

Britpop’s arriviste best, a testament to th...

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Also by Peter Taylor:



The black may come and go 
but it is us who own our souls 
and the light of the sky 
guides all under the blue 
by which the trees grow 
and the ocean flows 
it’s ok to be one alone 
it's ok to hold your own 
there is no endpoint 
in the paths we take 
to take away the empty place 
I lost myself but then how
I think I really didn't lose anything 
I wasn't meant 
and while all inside ...

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The fallacy of me

A fallickle man torn deeply at the seams, 

Clocks flowing backward, 

I am but the shadowed after-image of the yet foreseen. 


The desolate paths etched in green and blue, 

Make way for the emperor, 

That which is me. 


Shallow and hollow shells, 

I do not see life in them,  

For the depravity of man fell solely on my shoulder,

It seems. 


Gothic be the day...

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Also by Adrian Metcalf:

Filthy and Afraid | God |




My reality is my reflection 

Showing all my deepest imperfection 

My main focus becomes your Perception 

Am I living up to your acceptance 

Just to become your deflection 

Since you are not happy with me 

Because of who I am 

Or what you think I chose to be 

You don’t see me for me 

But instead you see you inside of me 

Which for some odd reason is w...

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Also by Dominc Read:

Living Free |


Summoned to their verminous den

you're infected with apprehension

(rather than leptospirosis).

Hoping they've ratted you out

they reveal tiny razorsharp teeth

anxious to gnaw rapidly away at

the rewards of much hard work.


They torment you with taxes

(thus inciting you to moonlight)

penalising you for putting by.

Gleefully imposing gigantic fines

for simply wri...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Noctis |

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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Yesterday's Friend today

I think of friends near and far over distance and away in time.

What separates us is still permeable, our friendship not lost nor thrown away Whilst we remain yet apart, our daily thoughts and hopes remain vibrant of joyful times yet spent.

Maybe on hold, maybe grown cold, possibly on mute or pause, but whatever the status, in our hearts I am sure for those who once cupped our souls with war...

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Poor old Treeza May

We’ll be oh so sad to see you go

To make way for that twat BoJo

But you’ve had your day

Cos step aside is what you’ll do

If your crappy deal don’t get through.

Too ri oo ri oo ri oo ri ay

Come on Arlene

As the DUP’s queen

You wear orange not green

And she’s on the rack;

Unless she will pay

More bribes you hold sway

So you’ll shaft Treeza M...

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Also by John Coopey:


Epitome of Beauty

Her heart is as pure as the first ray of the sun.
Her Soul has got the spirit of fire , always burning with enthusiasm and Passion.
Her Mind is like an ocean , sometimes ecstatically peaceful and the other full of emotional waves .
Her eyes is as beautiful as the Darjeeling sunrise, Full of dreams and hopes one can clearly see.
Her Smile is as beautiful as the spring season , full of joy and w...

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Also by Bhagwant Singh:

Dream Girl |

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The Art of Choosing

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Which is,
Which is not.
What should be,
What should not be.
How to be,
How not to be.
Who will be,
Who will not be.
Where to be,
Where not to be.
What is,
What is not.
To choose,
To choose not.

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Scott & Ranking Roger

Like thousands of others

I still have their singles

stored away in my loft

and though Time has turned off the men

he can't turn their music off


Two men from different worlds

who now occupy the same address

and as I look in my bathroom mirror

I know, at least for a day or so,

that the sun is gonna shine a little less

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Also by Brian Maryon:

Formula Milk | Dad Dance | Giving Up The Fight | Playing The Hand You've Been Dealt | Time to see the priest |

To purloin with finger snatch

To steal of riches

With fingers to be adorned 

Filching fingers grasp

With deceit of wily touch

Golden rings to be adored

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The Last Sirocco | Into life | Sleepless | It and I |


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Between the last customer

and morning light

in the parking lot of the Korean Gentleman's Club,

he picks lilacs for me.

Standing high against a warehouse wall,

these always bloom early, and 

he goes annually, covertly, in the still dark,

unsure of welcome by the

Korean Gentlemen.

He fills the car.


I imagine that damp, spring-scented ride home,

his fantasy of be...

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Also by Fernwood Press:

New White Urban Pioneer | Why I Want to Own a Platypus | Poem 64 of "Because of This" | Poem 64 of "Because of This" | There is a Later Train | It's a Miracle, I Tell You | Come Down from the Clouds |


Battle Cry

let the voiceless speak

buoyed by our battle cry

don't allow your

single voice

to silence them

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Also by Npaub Lis:

Summit | Flutter | Needling | (untitled) | self love | Crazy |

Dear Muse

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Hide away 
if you must. 

I don't understand 
what prompts you 
to surface anyway. 

I will do like I always do,
show up on the page,
stumble through what 
I was put on earth to do,
share my truth.

I know even though you 
fly away again and again 
to do whatever muses do, 

you will come back, 
when I least expect
and light up my soul
with your beautiful words, 
like you alwa...

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Also by Vautaw:

Love Lessons | Creators | Love, Me | Gilded Cage | Enlightenment | Dear Poet |

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Pretty Messy Things

The poetry is pretty perhaps,

And some may appreciate the aesthetics

While being put off by the messiness

Of the content, preferring a tidy theme.

And maybe you could clean it up

A bit to avoid making the prigs uncomfortable.

Say something about flowers by the seaside,

For example, and let us forget people have sex.

And let’s forget about messy conflict

In relationships,...

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Also by Randy Horton:

Not Drowning but Waving (apologies to Stevie Smith) | Call for Submissions: New Mills Festival Poetry Trail |


Pebbles and Boulders

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When she began walking

Her boulder was a pebble

And the mountain was a tiny hill

Now the boulder gets heavier everyday

The mountain becomes steeper

People run by as if she's not there

She trips over pebbles now

If she could just make it to the top

She would drop the boulder

Watching it crumble

And crush all the pebbles

They say she made it all up in her head


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Together We Can

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Though you broke our hearts

You thought in error, your terror

Would tear us apart

But it never, it brought us together

You sought to divide us, but instead unified us

With tears in our eyes, tight lips on grim faces

Love in our hearts, warmth in our embraces

We came together, and we stood side by side

We grieved together and together we cried

We shared the loss and we fe...

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Also by John McDonough:

Ode to Biggie Juice | Amazing but True | Was it a waste of an egg? | DIYing | The Bully | I Hate Cats! | A Woman Without Her Man | Knife Crimes | Ee By Gum | Rough Justice at Durnford Street High |

#love #peace #religion #terrorism


Let me be and let me go, let me see all there is to know. Let me dream beautiful dreams of you, and let me live a life that is true. Let my mind be pure of thought, and let this sorrow be forgot. Let all of those who I've brought pain, let them be free of the sad morning rain. Let the possibilities of the future weave what it will, and let love be placed in Hearts to fill. Let the sun shine foreve...

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Also by James Fiske:



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Pea pods filled with teeth

Gnashing nature and crumpled bones

Fleshy green with rot beneath

Shamble across the tombstones


Of grinning skeleton trees

Beneath glittering blood stars

Death’s haunting striptease

Reflect the nakedness of Mars


God of war, like the god of plague

Where the land consumes the dead

Matters little how they fell or begged

Disease or f...

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Also by Heart of Lead:

Not Much Left to Lose Now | Simple Cloth (collaboration with The Carbon Quill) | Of Gods and Pharaohs | His Eyes |


The way he holds the neck - there is a woman underneath his fingertips. He tocuhes her like the soil that was left to be discovered from ancient women - he slides on the skin soflty, like he is holding a souvenir - perhaps he is - oh, he loves, he loves how she rests and sways under his eyes , under all the layers of his own skin - and how he plays with her! There is a girl underneath his fingerti...

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Also by Mila F.:

sweet lovin' in morocco | 7.february 2019 | začetek / the beginning | 1 | 4.10.2018 |

The Waves that Break



An ice cliff wafer slips to the sea

it cracks with hellish thunder,

like natures dementia, knowledge melting away,

sliding ever under,


it flows to an ocean of forgotten things,

things unlearned, things unheeded,

receding before our human advance,  

yielding to us that which is needed.


While Adamah is Gaia's and ever shall be,


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Also by Wolfgar:

Sentenced to Peace (notes on Don McCullin) | Gods bless us all | Sad holiday | Jean's hands | Knife crime with a flourish | Fleabag |










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A Motherwell Romance

Wanting life easy but living it hard                     

Dons his sick kilt and has one for the road

Gone to repeat the story he’s been told   

In the bar where he hasn’t been barred.             


Scotland is playing, they’ll win or they’ll lose      

He orders a pint, the fifth of the night                

Loneliness fades and the world becomes right

An amber-flecked al...

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Also by Etchy Mary:

The First Night We Met | Cet accent | Not my soulmate | I tried to write you a love song | Love in a pickup |

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Jezabel, Confession from a Wonderland

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So you once asked me..... How can I look at you and think you perfect for me? How can I look past all your faults and mistakes? Without even asking questions on your imperfections. How you wish you could see yourself through my eyes so you can begin to enjoy living... 

Well, This is my answer

Jezabel, Confessions from a Wonderland. 

When I look at you my world begins to spin.
You keep me...

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Why did he give us hell

Chrisitians are scurge of the earth,

They should have all been drowned at birth,

How can they believe in a God that gave us hell,

And he made all the beautiful people feel unwell,

Alot of these people took their own lives,

Because on the earth they believed there could never be paradise,

All God's pain was put on me because he did not want me to be free,

But now he knows that ...

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Also by Pip Thomas:

Make every second count. | Gold fish bowl | The scousers | Innocent victim | Destiny is calling | Shrinking violets | Little prick |

Broken Promises

We voted to come out of Europe. By Law if you win the Vote. The Law should Be abided with . The Results should be Adhered to To . My Right Honorable lady  and Right Honorabal Gentlemen. 17.4 Million people Voted and Won The Vote . What does Parliament think about Steeling our Votes . We have our Rights we voted and WON THE VOTE . We did not elect them to think they know better than Any Who Voted ....

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Yorkshire People | At last They Are Believed | Politicians | Ashamed | Make Them Stop |


You're the other side of the world 

Yet I still think of you 

From time to time 

And what might have been 

If we'd only given each other a chance

I hope you are happy with her. 

And wish you no ill will 

But perhaps a wistful dream 

That you could of been mine 

You see I have another in my dreams 

And he haunts me 

With the knowledge that it didn't work out 


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Also by Nicola Byrnes:

poets |

Lie with poetry

If I could lie with poetry as if beside a lover,

Rhymes like arms to hold me, laden pages as a cover

between me and my reality, the truth I try to hide,

Too feeble for the malice of the world that waits outside.


If I could lie with poetry as if upon a lover,

Minds meeting as hearts beat to find the rhythm of the other,

Words caressing skin, or tasting sweet on lips so red,


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The Annual Talent Show (Down At The Feathers)



The Annual Talent Show (Down At The Feathers)


It was heaving that night in the Feathers

The landlord had played his old trick

He’d a ton of pork scratchings, that’d gone out-of-date

So needed to shift ‘em….. and quick


So he called it his annual talent show

Punters travelled from miles around

And he sold off his scratchings at threepence a bag

Or all you ...

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Also by kJ Walker:

Fred and Bullfrog Floppit (a re-post) | When The Aliens Landed In Grimstone Low | When Hesketh Boggins Caused A K'fuffle |

It’s sufficient

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It’s sufficient to briefly touch silence to feel days of glory,
the eternal word of friendship,
the chimes of freedom

It’s sufficient to lean between blue seas
to perceive the sweet semblance of calm,
the lost and aged dreams,
the future that you can imagine,
the language of love and peace

It’s sufficient to forgive and the good is understood

© Noris Roberts - March, 2019

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dream of freedomhope

Then where are you, if not here

Then where are you, if not here


Then where are you, if not here

My Love

In the everywhere of my heart

The start and ending of each day

Were the day ever to have but two kisses

Then let them be mine

My love

One, light upon my waking

Taking that sweetness into my morning

The last into my sleep

My Love

So that I might dream deep into your eyes

Then where ar...

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Also by Gus Jonsson:

Forgotten in the Attic |

God and war

Some questions will never have an answer,
Like the existence of an almighty caretaker.
Is the world a stage, each one a dancer.
Choreographed by the divine leader.
Be an atheist or a believer,
Is he the one in charge of all maneuver?
Does he keeps track of each sinner?
Life goes on, does he really watch over?
Many live ethically in the fear of a punisher.
Mankind has split, for there's mo...

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Also by Gagan Raj:

Smartphones |


Alone With My Loneliness

During the periods of stipulated flashbacks

Memories may not always be smooth or soothing

The pages of the wary calendars

Under the color of my melancholy ink

May not forget nor forgive the pain

Yet I would love to be alone again.


My heart will never burst into laughter

Nor will cry in rain

Flashbacks of the scenes may not survive

With all the clocks in my hand,


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love poetry

The Old Building

I passed by you the other day

You still stood there as before

Smiling , cajoling me about a “conversation".

that could have but never happened.


Your bright red bricks & rusty pipes

Have so many moments trapped in them.

Like turning the pages of a book

You cannot read them nor put them down.


A beautiful young girls impatient eyes

Trying to find the meaning of lo...

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She is Nature

She is the howling wind of a winter storm.
She is the crashing waves of the ocean shores.
She is the bright colors of the spring blooming flowers.
She is an entire army marching to defend that which they love
But she is also a window peirced by branch.
She is the sound a leaf makes as it falls to the ground
She is nature. 

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Sonetto Romantico

Orange grove fragrances dominate my senses

Seville’s humid heat almost overpowers

Landscape appears through tangerine lenses

Revealing meadow adorned with multiple flowers 


Alcazar de Sevilla with courtyard and towers

Is where we met, albeit by pure chance

In a single fleeting second, seeming like hours

We immediately recognised instant romance


Unadulterated passi...

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Also by Fred Varden:

Between a Rock, the Devil and the deep blue sea | Driving Miss Maisie | What’s more Important? | I fell in love with a Senior Citizen | BATTERY HEN | Questions and Answers |




Between all the artificials,

You will find one that is official.

Between all the flakes,

You will find one that does not peel.

Between all who are unstabled,

You will find someone that is firm.

Between all who are violators of trust,

You will find someone that is capable of holding your heart.

Between the shallow and the selfish,

You will grasp one pers...

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Also by Ty:


An Innate Confession

Fascinating oscillation by the ears,

This patience has been nurtured in year,

Pink glow to everything; cheers!

Reactions mix of delight & tears.


The first look was captivating & sojourn,

The trauma deepened as I did own…

The precious sweetness of her moan,

She is still very much unknown.


She travels in the air, her voice illuminates…

She dwells in the hearts, e...

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Also by ai ou:

That Yellow Attire | Beyond the World of Thachi | In Her Shoes |



To the boy

whom I love

more than anything:


You are so perfect to me

and for me.

I am completely in love

with the person you are.

I am completely in love

with with they way I catch your blue eyes gazing at me.

with our after-hours jam sessions in your Ford.

with your intelligence and your yearn to build yourself a future.

with your love for and admiration of yo...

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Also by K:

A Note To The One Who Broke Me | Thief | Daydreaming of What Could No Longer Be |

Red-winged Blackbird

The spring afternoon was lazy and warm

Full of late sunshine golden and beckoning.

Impulsively I slapped on my trainers

And took off with delight

For a stroll up the quiet road

Past the retirement home and the bulky farm

Where cows and horses grazed in succulent fields

Abutting marshlands further inland.


On my way back refreshed and relaxed

Striding comfortably


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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Attack From The Rear | Oratory | The Joke |




Smoke-stained wood and darts

and pints and stolid cast iron legs.

There’s safety in these, security -

the heavy regiment turns

to train its guns on the other sex.


A knowing landscape is his face,

vulgar as a scarlet cod-piece,

with sniggers of a rolling night -

agreed by these bad teeth

sneering at reputations and leering at hers

and, mocking unknowi...

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A poem about a dream

As I took a breath, this morning
I wondered what it'd be
To be a body without life
and a body without feel

What feels like such a trauma
is also a reason to live
Cuz this is how we learn to fly after a fall
and how we dare to dare

I've known a lot of stories
and eyes that would tell more tales
But not every soul would speak up
nor every silence would stay put

I longed to take a step fo...

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Longing to go out,  feel the sunshine,

To feel the warmth, striking every chord of happiness,

Feeling the breeze in hair removing the rust of past,

With the sounds around projecting a melody so sweet,

Getting infected with the smiles on faces,

This moment , I accept 


Anxious, confined within the walls,

Stepping out requiring a lifetime of courage,

Thousands of thoughts...

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Also by Dr Apala Singh:

Journey |


i hope you don't just happen to anyone


it's funny how we met

6 am. February 25th. oh god, i'll never forget.

out of all the places we should've met, an dating site did us

it isn't the typical hi and hellos nor the ASLs, but of all the people i've matched, you are the only one who sent me an encouragement i needed that time.

and guess what, we lasted for nearly a month.

all t...

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The Cracked Pot

As she cracks, water

Gushes from her open veins

To nourish new growth  

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Also by Hazel ettridge:

Who's Got Your Back? | Mountain | Walking Backwards and Getting There (3) | Still Walking Backwards (2) | Walking Backwards |

Looking back. Moving forward

It was the last night I called again for help
It was the last night you refused to do as they asked
It was the last night I sat with you holding your hand
It was the last night I asked you if you were ok
As we drove away you stared to fade
Your eyes closing shut and your breath became softer
Th ambulance man said "Anne open your eyes, wake up!"
With that you jumped and shouted back "MY EYES...

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Where Her Truth Alone Triumphs

She waits on a distant shore 
Day after plain day she looks to the horizon 
Stars in the sky ships far out to sea unseen 
Anywhere her eye cannot see her plain life 

Falling stars and comets delight 
While her solemn red heart seeks light 
In the dark of the night stars are brightest 
When seen together in loving quest 

She is lovely but invisible to her self 
Transparent feelings without...

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Goodbye my Everything

Someday I wish to be a memory

Something you think was so sweet

I know that at times it seemed I didn’t care

But you meant everything, I swear

I wanted to hold you, love you, and show you everything

But all I did was wait

I wanted to be there, see that you would be there with me

But it was just too late

I’m praying that love finds its way

To my heart, one day

I know th...

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Through my bleeding heart I cry

My eyes only seeing red

Silent tingles through my body I see you

I see my once happiness through your eyes

My body begins to overheat

But then you speak

Your words feeling as a bandage taping up my heart

I see clarity

In order for me to reach normal temp again

I must forgive

Being angry you consume a lot of pain

So tomorrow I will he...

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Broken heartslove

The dolphins seemed unfriendly

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No sooner had we landed when, at a loss,
we struck out for the islands. not by airplane –
wheels on the shallows – but in the drink, again
cast off into the Med, each a Pangloss –
ebulliance deranged – sailed for Paxos,
island of the  shotgun, Easter rain
whose white chalk gulleys and a firefly lane
lit us home through the olive alleys, moss.

O’Hara was right to remind us of Pan,
the gr...

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old mythsPantravel

I'm leaving

We were good for so long

 But when it all went down it really did

I hurt

I anger

I feel everything I would hope I wouldn't again

Anger all yoy want

Create all the negative you want

But don't miss me when I am gone

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Also by Cynthia Haz:

yeah I've got issues | self esteem | Little Girl |

When the Screaming Starts

Evil predator strikes

places of worship

killing assembled praying

easy targets slain

millions replace victims

each praying harder

condemning barbaric atrocities.


Guilty as charged

murderer stands unaffected

prayer book placed 

grey stone cell

anxious spirits inflict

inhuman silent screaming

life sentence passed.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

The Waiting Game | Chasing Dreams |

Not even a church is exempt from evil


She stares at the ocean.

The waves crashing and falling.


Crumbling, Like an avalanche.

Everything falling apart.


For you can’t ride the boat.

You are imobile.

People do everything for you.

A King they would murmur. 

Chasing you, begging for your attention.

Although you fear publicity.


But when that crocodile ran you up that tree

did you dare to b...

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The Town That Was Murdered

They shut the pits down long before
they closed the shipyard doors.
The steel that we were promised never came.

Then they said they’d dock our dole,
because we weren’t at home,
available for work that wasn’t there.

For twenty-seven days we marched,
just trying to be heard,
but government can only hear the rich.

Three hundred miles and all for nowt.
We might have bloody known.

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My father used to drink Heineken.

Naturally, when I was old enough to drink, I too drank Heineken.

He used to smoke cigarettes, though he hid this addiction well.

So, when I was old enough to understand that this caused his death,

I vowed to never pick one up.

He would always give to beggars and assist strangers in need,

Even when he knew that it might be to the detriment of his ...

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Concrete love

Why did I decide to fall 

face first on to a concrete heart,

Why do I let myself think that

for maybe just a moment someone might actually want me.


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Bereft of feeling.

I wanted to do a poem today to provoke a thought or thinking about the insanity of taking drugs. I have known many people succumb to Heroin and painkillers, alcohol and it all seems so futile I myself suffered with addiction through mental illness. Its a terrible thing and very dark. So here is my attempt at describing this disease.


Bereft of feeling

Stare into the abyss
eyes burning...

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Also by Daemon Cantrell:

Cadence | Brexit |

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What was the chance i did know you ?

What was the chance we did be friends ?

What was the serendipity of me been in awe of you 

But here i am expressing how it feels

From your smile that captivates the and got me tripping every moment 

You are a manifestation of astonishing beauty 

A dime + 99 equals you

Your eyes are irresistibly stunning 

With the body of a goddess


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