Poetry Blogs (May 2019)

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Generation 1927

 Dedicated to the enduring memory of:

Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca,

1896 - 1936, gypsy, homosexual, poet, anti-fascist

murdered by fascist militia in Granada, Al-Andalus.  


Lorca’s blood wedding

full of vaginas bleeding

into the lemon-tree- soil of suffering spain

reminds me of nothing more than the toil, toil, toil

of life in Al-Andalus.


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Also by John E Marks:

Mary Cigarettes (1959 - 2019) | The sound of silence | SUNSHINE DAYDREAM | A benediction of bones | Forever young | An unwarranted intrusion | The epistemology of blue | Life on Mars | Aftermath | Pete | Coastal blues | Mensch | MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE | Savant Song | Space-time | Place of recovery | ANGELUS BELL | The meaning of the seas | Humid nightmare lute musik | The beautiful, sublime | Chasing the butterfly, catching the lion | A moment of vision | Our endless, numbered days | Mediterranean | The merry, merry month of May | Seeing things | A Litany for the Living | Sketches in a minor key | Diagnosis | KINVARA ROAD 1986 | Seppuku* | Mondays on the Moon | KEEPING THE FAITH | BITE YOUR TONGUE | A re-creation | Go tell the Riverman | Moses Maimonides 1135 - 1204 |

True Friends

True friends laugh
when you laugh
Cry when you hurt
Know your favourite colour
The cut of your skirt (or shirt)
They feel when your down
And know when it’s real
See all the signs when
you’ve had a rough deal
When you’re far apart
Their best wishes they send
You know it’s genuine ‘cos
It’s from a really true friend

The Urban Poet 2019


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Also by Rick Varden:

Boring little old Me | The Goal | On This Day | The 24/7 365 Cell | Set ‘em up Joe (tribute to Doris Day) | ODE TO ARCHIE | Eclectic Mix | Four Lines | Parenthood |

I'm sorry

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The value of forgiveness
is not forgotten.
nor does it wash away all hurt
from the memory within.

It is released from the vice
of resentment
but still it echoes with
the resonence of regret.

words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Plausible Deniability | Editorial | Plausible deniability | Wipers In D minor | Password Reset |

Keep our N.H.S. alive !

Doctors are being driven to despair,

As a crisis unfolds in health care.

The system is creaking at the seams,

Disillusioned doctors leaving early to pursue retirement dreams.


Surgeries closing at the rate of two a week,

440 G.P.s lost last year as their pressures peak.

As our growing and ageing population does soar,

If the G.P. service fails,the N.H.S. could be no more.


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Also by hugh:

A lucky escape on the X43 bus from Manchester to Burnley on the motorway near Bury |


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No matter where I tread

Or how high I lift my feet

Stinking piles block the way

Some are very deep.

I don't bother stepping over

No left, right, in-between

There'll be a new one in it's place

So hard to keep things clean.

Shoveling all day and night

Trying to make it through

These landmines of emotions

Left behind by you.

The plot I tilled and furrowed

I plan...

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

True Love | Tanka | Dream | Mr. Melancholy | Pride | Clickety Clique | Your Vagueness Is | Kentucky Derby 2019 | Procrastinator's Perplexity | Carnival |


Uncle Fred, recently dead

came back suddenly to life

at number 32 Tavistock Crescent

and made a mockery of the present

while trams went by with a metal sigh,


and our hands were joined as we held our breath.

The tiny voice began to issue

from somewhere near the aspidistra

while Mrs Mulvaney in a velvet dress

appeared to be in some distress,

and the trams went by w...

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Also by ray pool:







Bondi Bruce here

just been listening

to those Holy Mollies

Outside of Bruces beech

bar. Giving it plenty of oomph

they were, a hymn here or a

prayer over there, and the chants.

Even made me feel guilty just for

taking the good sea air in me lungs.

Streuth, they gave me some dodgy

glances when I started pulling out the

tabs on me tinnies. ...

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I'm an emergency exit that 
You can never truly go out with
So tell me what is so great about him
Is it that he's a bad boy and you're addicted
I wanted to get lost in your eyes spend the day with you

Then I realized I'm nothing but a heartache
That will drown in his own misery
Find someone that I could call a friend
Damn it I just wanted to get lost in your eyes

Admit it I'm too swee...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Rose | Hazelnut Cakes | Unholy | Jukebox Kid | Chemicals | Sulphur | The Monster of Ingolstadt | Grave of the Fireflies |

the bird who lost both wings

The bird who lost both wings 

There was a bird once from the blacklands
Of Khem.   that ibis metropolis  where one 
morning as the sun set sail
a bird made of  metal
rose from ashes of a light
 no one saw 
I and wonder swarmed the city
Like a single massive locust

Some thought it a gift from Thoth, winged
Others believed it was Seth himself
A trick of blood and meat like
The thirte...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

Our Fault Is Urge (sorry about my accent haha) | In defence Light | Frees tream: once | Picking At Stitches With Long Nails | Popadantsy | Take A Deep Breath And Count Backwards From Thirteen | The Good Guy In The Garden | forever a mirror |

just some of big mommas family and me

I always had trouble conversing with mother nature

but no wonder! it was always me going on and on

about my materialistic loving self without realising why she

has no need to speak, because, she does so in the way;


a gentle breeze whispers in my ear about its passing by.

Incoming waves, arching in sunlight repeat their collapsing's onshore

having delivered then retrieved the...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

weathering S.A.D. | my morbid phases ( deaths daily arse kicking of life ) | in awe of poets uniqueness | fair views and fair do's | Going back leads nowhere | Tube station blues | A love kill | praising the beloved | Venus personified | Escariot | beach tenant |

Leon Redbone


We don't know

who you are man

but man can you

play guitar

with fine finesse

and black mustache

a showman's

what you are

that snazzy hat

part of your act

the mystery of

black shades

we tap our feet

to your blues beat

hope the music

never fades

the usual

ain't what you do

it's all part of

an act


out of the blue

a fla...

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Also by d.knape:

Passing The Buck | Lifestyle | The MightySneaky River | Percolator | A Baby's Not A Baby | Mom & Pop | Over My Head | Grocery/Surgery | Windows | Let Heaven Wait | Current Conditions | People & Pets | Car Company | Ditz, The Dog | BENT | Who You Gonna Call? | A Sign Of God | How Many Kisses | How To Win A Poetry Contest | Non-Fat Poem | The Vacant Lot | Getting Out From Under | sorry | I CAN STILL DO MANLY THINGS | Who We Were | All Rights Reserved | Mother's Sewing Machine | Oh O |

Second hand shop visiting

Bronze African Zulu 

Large Nymph carved out of

what must have been a very big wood block.

Victorian Jewellery riddled with life stories

all displayed on a gargantuan farmhouse cleared Table

and your reflection and my reflection

in a circular ornate edged mirror

with the backdrop of a modern world behind us both

turning its technological nose up

at the archaic articles


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Let us drive

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Let us drive

Friday, May 31, 2019

7:35 AM


I stay clear

Will you be my friend dear?

Will you hold my hand today?

And remain friend forever


Should I take you?

And make feel through

The ocean of love

And sincerely believe


Mingle with me

And not struggle

give your hand and voice

I shall really promise


You can never go wrong

I dedicate...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

Some place in love | Strive hard and | My commitment | It shall never mend | Embarrassing situation | one smile please | No more friends | Our nature | The fire within | Brave woman poetess | So much of confidence | Firm resolution | Let it be not late | So much of confidence | All these errors | I am nothing here | Love is not | Keep smiling | Only preservation | Next to God | No parallel for freedom | Light is within | Their contribution here | Count no days | With decent behavior | Never hurt feelings | Got an answer | Break any wall | Let no one think here | How long to plead? | Unable to define | Only a woman on | Of new trust | On different track | Prefer to be quiet | So difficult | For the falsedhood | The falsehood | Deep impression | It is the reality | No sign | With then word | Life may go on | Smile only if | Nights look | What a way to feel? | Constant fear | the only love | Writng fraternity | Fast without food/water | Use words | Enormous strength | Each day and | Lovely desire and | Not survive either | Bring in | The poetry | Happy Ramadan and | Terrorist gamble | My own kingdom | Rose is rose | Only love and | Never to find her | Magical moment | Don't leave God | With the peace | So much of | The garden of | The divine tolerance power | Use the heart |



In the chaos of the time

When fruitless words have fallen

to aria of wind 

When the end dictates 

the beginning of a virgin earth

wiped anew with destruction 

In the residue of life

Where will the memories lie

of the child, of the youth 

and the wise old man


In the hand of death in the eyes that see

In the eyes of you and in the eyes of me

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Stone | Haiku/senryu | Didactic (tanka) | Haiku... | Gull |




The twists and turns of life bring confusion

                                                  to the soul

A perpetual quest for gratification is a

                                    ruinous odssey

Chasing after ideologies and false gods

                                a futile undertaking

National and political conflicts come


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Also by keith jeffries:

Time for Change | A Summer´s Morn | Hard to find... | The Parade had formed | I talk to myself |


why is it that

everyone says how

things will get better?

And at first you won't believe them.


but then as soon as

you get your hopes up

it all goes down.

And you cry, because you believed them.


again here comes the hole

that eats you whole

And then you say you won't believe anymore.


you are me.

and i am you.

we are both


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Also by Marina G:

Alien |

free verseliesPersonal

the night



and alone

i gaze into the darkness

of approaching




specks of light

begin to glimmer



i start to feel

their distant call



for a while

i sit

and stare

and wonder


all at once

a pain cuts through my head

i languish

cry an air of loneliness


why am i apart

why am i still here

why am ...

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Signs: following her recovery

Bad times have been sent packing

not by the husband

by a certain unseen someone

always close at hand.


With what excitement and joyous sounds

the migratory birds return

having unburdened themselves of a long flight


He pours the tea

they both make themselves comfortable

by the fire that says 'everything is okay now'


and in the morning they will step outsi...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Haiku: Life | The futile finality of Mr and Mrs Martyr | Clouds | Whale shark | Yemenese death menu | Little Monarch | Bloodiest flower |



flickering words
at night
like firefly's
just beyond
my grasp
would create
if i could
grab it
as liquid
through a sieve
to hide
in the corners
of my mind
inside me
a Pulitzer
an exceptional
a brilliant
of poems
and rhymes

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Also by cindylee loucks:


POEMS by cindy lee loucks

Beware of Alsations

With corks bobbing in our faces

and shorts flapping round our knees

we look like mental cases

or those with special needs


We've had a bonzer invite

to attend an Australian night

but we won't drink the amber nectar

cos it tastes like Australian shite

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Also by Brian Maryon:

The Secret Ballot | Conversation at Silverstone | Calam | POTW | Invitation to a wedding evening do | Godless Day AD 2129 | Total Reliance |


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As I walked

through the garden dew

'tween clipped box and shapely yew,

'tween hard hornbeam and

'tween friends

a perfect peace descends


As I walked

from the round green room

past dusky shade and roses' bloom,

past shapely hedge and

past huge urns

the garden quiet returns


As I walked

in the lakeside glory

to the enchanted terrace torri,

to the ...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Sub Rosa |


What is life?

Life is  a fabrication of palatable lies.

Swimming through consciousness,

Shoaling like fish, open mouthed,

We take in all that we can swallow.

Hallucinating a fragile reality

Clinging to shreds

Pulling at threads

Holding our heads

We long for dignity.

Pulled to the earth

From a home in the sky

Spinning between birth and death

Eyes tightly closed

We swallow l...

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Brotherly shove

You choked the life out of me when I was a young  child

Upset me for a life time as you screamed your heavy burden

You boxed me like a punch bag, beat me with a peace pipe

bullied my confidences to the brink of  its creativity 

But you only hurt yourself 





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A desperate being searching all about
For the little flaunting words 
Coming from a stranger around
Not minding or giving a second thought.

A victim she becomes of being used
But just to comfort her mind and soul
That there is someone who cares
In reality they don't and leave her bruised.

Crying and sobbing she goes from one to another
Just in hopes of finding the right one
Who'll be...

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Also by Leena:

Questions | Heatless Summer | Warfare Struggle | Captive |

Love neat

When they were making love

he whispered 'Ti amo da morire!'

and promptly did

causing her great embarrassment and mortification.

She would have preferred his love with tonic, not neat.

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Cynical | Two more limericks for 12th May | Four Limericks | Beyond the Blue |

On Being a Poet

Poets are renowned for navel gazing and being introspective. Here are three poems to prove the point. But hey, all navels need an occasional inspecting now and then. :)

The Unpublished Poet

He took a clipboard and a ballpoint pen.

He sat in the sun and then …..

He gazed at the sky, the inexplicable clouds,

Listened to trees sigh, untranslatable tones,

Thought of all that he...

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Also by afishamongmany:

Children | Here is the News | An Ode to The Puppiteers | An Amazonian Proverb | Home is ....? | Ding! Dong! |


Mersey Poets Perform Under Gaia

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Some 'Quality of Mersey' poets after performing their odes to our beautiful Earth/Gaia installation by Luke Jerram at Liverpool Anglican Cathedral last Monday. This event was part of the Mersey River Festival 2019.


Photo from left to right: Ruthie Adamson, Jenny Hesketh, Barry Woods, Lucy Pickavance, Michelle Wright and Ali Harwood.

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Before Life Begins

Come find me in the dark, before life begins

Where I stand tall and unafraid

Where I dwell frustrated yet elated

The darkness where I was born into

The darkness that I was meant for

The darkness where I come from

And where I am to emerge from...

The darkness you're keeping inside...


Come find me in the birthplace of raw ideas

Where we will spend ages shapeless, hove...

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Also by Mae Foreman:

Biblical Joke | It's True | Last Letter (Epigram #2) | Before I Go (Epigram #1) | The Penultimate Chapter | Maturity | Girl's Letter to Shakespeare | Will | Dread of the Dream | Note with Note |

Colour - Blue

I share your sadness

in my time of need,

but bask in your heat

in the azured heaven

of canicular days.

The cold is also tied to you

and I am frozen in your hue.

Mental calm and serenity flow

from your presence,

and we can feel reassured

in the body of your essence.

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Through Van Gogh's eyes | Dancing shadows | The drunk and the priest |


Soul Sister

Nothing comes sugar coated
Forget what I want to hear
All facts only
No punishment here

Her insights are a gift
Taking time to think of me
Disregaurding would be hurtful
Both to her and
To me

If I were to go down a dark path
If she were to sit and watch me fade to black
Would be a waste of a beautiful friendship
A heartache that couldn't be taken back

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Also by Brandi:

I loved you | A Letter |

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This Is Capitalism

We live in a society of sanitized brutality.

Austerity increasing exponential wealth disparity, despairing for community. 

Who has put a price on life to ration out a tiny slice,

and grip us in their vice, disguised as moral order righteousness? 

Pretenders to the throne, to throw us only scraps and bones. 


The corporations profit all by raised invoice and taxes slashed,

as ...

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anti-capitalistcapitalismconsumerisminequalitySpoken Word poetry

Trauma Department

Trauma Department

The doctors scream at the nurses
The nurses take it out on the patients
Blaming them for their illnesses

At night they join together 
For a performance 
Wherein everyone switches places

And lives with 
The outcomes 
Of the operation

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

I'm more expensive now | Moving Forward | Ghosts | interior exile | San Francisco, circa 1968 | Under the new contract | The re-election | Jogging | Not this | Charades | Staring at the son | Hyenas | his secret word | The Wait | Thursdays at the expensive cafe |


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The name she should have taken at birth had been long forgotten except by her mother, and she had been known since as Pen Alahn, Quiet Death.

She had not been expected to live long, cursed as she was by the gods with her limp.  She had not spoken until her third summer, interrupting the Elders at the Feast of Thanks, screaming simply, “They Come”.  The other women giggled and her father had sla...

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Also by John Coopey:


Fred Floppit Tries To Save His Reputation (and a pram)... A Repost


Fred Floppit tries to save his reputation (and a pram)



When the Shrapnel girls got Kalling

They put the world to rights

With philosophy and politics

And talking bloody shite


Around a pram, atop Cesspit hill

They whiled the hours away

With idle gossip, and chit-chat

To pass the time of day


Thora Shrapnel was holding court

With her sister, and h...

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Also by kJ Walker:

A Body In The Don |

My Two penn'orth


Today, let our pursuits be anything
but trivial.
Poetry can twist and shout, cajole and flay;
not ours.

This time let it be the small-minded
spirit of self-interest
that is homeless. Should it not be 
the most generous genius
settled at the heart of our craft?

The hour has come
the soul has waited long enough.
We breathe the air 
of Buddha, of Socrates:
Acting accordingly our...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

By Yourself | Powers Lost | WHAT? | Chiaroscuro | In Tune | A Dog In The Picture | Help Me Make Sense Of This | Fever | Just Put Your Lips Together And Blow | Brooklands Lakes |

My favourite things: one more time with real emotion

Caring crusaders and daring debaters

Emmeline, Greta, Ruth

Your voices sound loud with the bold toll of truth.

Uncowed and defiant. You refused to give in.

Life-changing campaigning is a wonderful thing.


Marathon runners: hard-trained and focused 

With miles in your strides

And pain hardly noticed.

Everyday heroes with strength in your limbs

Your drive and passion a...

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Also by Josie:

For the love of language |


Love of Religion

Love, the source of your existence,

seeded in the heart of humanity, from

distance to distance, it's persistent,

it has no condition, only that you'd listen

to the feelings of aww

that begs you to embrace the religion of love

as your decision.

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Also by DeVaughn:

Embrace The Mystery |

A Letter Of Resignation

Dear future generations, it is with the deepest regret that we write this letter,

Concerning all the tomorrows we borrowed, and should have served you so much better,

And while we'd debate whether it was too late to save all from being lost,

To contemplate a change so great, at the time, seemed too high a cost.


We realise now we cannot disavow our reticence or reservation,

And ...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Cobwebs | Clean | Passive by choice, Aggressive by nature. | A Thousand Miles | National Limerick Day | Little Birds | The Silent Grey | Fading | The Power Of Ten |

The moon

"you" are the distant moon
Bright and shiny
yet, so far...away

and I'm the tide,
your smallest change
cause turmoil in me

What I forgot, is that,
the moon is destined
to love the pretty stars
not the distant earth
which is so close, yet,
so far...

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Also by Miyurangi:

Courage | The little tea plucker | The wait |

lifesorrowunrequited love

What next?

Here I go, take a step onto the stage called life.

Finally awake for the first time. Fully present here and now. What a gift.

Hold onto your handlebars. 

I take this breath like dope.

Into my blood, down into the depths of my being.

Where being is seeing.

Like a probe searching for answers.

My feet carry my swiftly as I walk.

Rooted firmly in the earth, I am strong.


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Also by Zia:

Round and round |


Cuckoo Festival 2019: Children's Poetry Performance

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What a superb poetry performance at Cuckoo Festival this year.

Children from Lily Lane Primary School in Manchester and Marsden Junior School performed their poems on the theme of Migration: ‘Birds Have No Borders’, led by the sensational poet Louise Fazackerly. There was also a cuckoo trap competition; the entries and poems are currently on display in Marsden Library.

One of the Cuckoo Fest...

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An inevitable eventuality

Sorrow, in the heaviest form

had me counting memories

we had both shared Granddad

testing my capability to hold back tears

and stop my heart from breaking into pieces

hearing about you passing away in a retirement home


picturing your final scene,

the earth rising above you

as you slowly, slowly descended

submerging into the darkness

on your way to the light.

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Also by Jemima Jones:

Three is a crowd |

Where Did It Go


the sensation of feeling alive, 

like happy and living,

have been slowly leaving my soul.


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Spirited Upon Your Wings

Spirited upon your wings,

reveries bring boundless things;

with a pinch the sprightly fairy

blithely lures me while unwary,

guiding me with tuneful flute

round your orchards filled with fruit.


Vintages from caverns cool

brim in crystal goblets full -

sooth the spirit's civil strife,

nature's binding blood of life:

sun-soaked clusters bring the south -

rich wit...

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Also by Christopher Laverty:

Drink Not Too Deep | On Animals | The Pillar Of Tears | On the UK leaving the EU |

spirited upon your wings poem by chris laverty


Eighty years she lived;

through two world wars,

and the ‘Troubles’.

There wasn’t even standing room

in the church;

the overspill crowded outside the door.


Mother of six children,

and all their friends and in-laws.

My Granny,

and grandmother to all my cousins

and their friends,

and their friends’ friends.


A hub for transfer of all the news

when phone...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Laurence Olivier | Spellbound |


We’ve argued whether to leave or remain,

opinion reigning where fact is scarce or false,

creating division between fellow peoples.


Our society is complex; divided, too –

we have purposefully created an out and in,

with no real reason to pit one against other.


We’re people sharing a planet – that’s the point;

plastic is synthetic; politics is as well –

unlike plast...

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Also by Rich:

Cotton | Sparks |

Old Time Religion

old time religion


my Nottingham church

of the Pentecostal persuasion

decreed a season of prayer and fasting

for a miracle healing

to restore the paralysed legs

of one of the elders.


I forwent my tea-break Wagon Wheel

slotted ‘sort out dodgy legs’

into my ‘exclusive’ prayer list

between an Irish Sweepstakes winning ticket,

and a parking space near the entr...

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Also by Rick:

untitled #3 | untitled #2 | untitled #1 | Donegal Eden (revised) | a random revison from new book 'chatting with Saoirse' | Tulaigh Ua Thiomain (November 8 1987) (revision for next book) | A Tower in Silence (revised) |

Musically mine

The violin cries tears 

And sings of heartbreak songs 

Recounting the happy through its legatos 

The sad through its staccato 

The heartbreak through its ricochet 

and the final goodbye through its detaché.

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The Fallen Chain

The Chain it has fallen

Gone broke, and gone bust

Thousands lose jobs

Thousands bite dust


But still must pay bills

With no more income

Chain-maker's in mansion

No problem, ho hum


Millions, no problem

Stored in the bank

Splash round same lifestyle

Drink sauvignon blanc


A case of one biting

Off more than can chew

A la Roman Empire

This Chai...

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Also by Don Matthews:

Haiku - Give Don a Break | Haiku - Obsessions | My IPad Door to WOL | No-one Was A Winner | Haiku For Beginners | In Rehab Waiting Pelvic Knit | Haikus Not Easy | Nurse Caroline on Patient Don | Nursie Caroline | Orangutan | Shit! I've Lost My Privacy | Hospital | Do you? I do | Mute | My Ladder Doesn't Like Me |

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