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We wake to the rumbling thunder of blood,
Pumping hearts, twisted hearts, this shadow and I
Squeeze into these thick silences of trees.
Soon the dark lights of Christmastide afflict us
Twilight memories drift, flux and flicker
In this breeze of Time,
Penumbra-beginning hologram-end, my friend,
Such pungent affirmations, slip into the past:
Generations of suffering: eyes lifted to...

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Also by John E Marks:

The Poetry Business | A Sufi Saint contemplates his imminent dissolution | Ignorance is strength. | The pure nectar of this moment | Those who are near, are far away | We Sumerians in Mesopotamia | free enterprise | kind of blue | Composed in sweat | Scene of crime incident | Tender is the Night | Decline and Fall | Heart of Gold | The Blossoming of the North | No woman is an island | CONSEQUENCES | Sonnet | Wild Butterfly | Snowdrops | SWAN LAKE | Messing about in boats | Forget-me-not | Meanderings | Jailed for Journalism | Fear in a handful of dust | During wind and rain | Time will say nothing | SNOW IN JULY | The bringer of plurabilities | No country for young men | A small truth | Under the Volcano | Icelight | PLACE OF RECOVERY | An Essential Melancholy | OCCULT RAT-FISH | ¡No Pasarán! | A vague trembling of stars | Skipping wheels of rhyme | J'adore | Lamentation | Genocide in the Christian East | A dark star | Heresy |

one poor cow one poor cow eater


motorway gridlocked

behind a cattle transporter.


Through a snout sized vent,

you sniff at the air of freedom 

head occasionally turning side on

so that one eye at a time can stare at guilty me


who knows as I can imagine you might do

in telling me with what I feel is such an accusatory 

death frightened stare

how I mouth-wateringly help to shorten you...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

I really do love you | mark up | coming absences of sun and you | please! please! don't snap! ( an anti-dementia appeal ) | thinking in frames | tender deluge | oiled and watered immortalizations | when meandering ended | no more the demanding sound of his snapping fingers | Rise of the adolescents | girls in the know | please don't laugh at this insanely inspired poem called -Seeing three pieces of plastic becoming involved in a love triangle with each other | accelerations | passing into obscurity of an iron horse rider | Earth Angels | Buying new waste |




Can’t you hear it!


That voice!

What voice?

The voice of silence!


Peaceful that, isn’t it?


Are you awake?

I’m creeping out for a jar.

Was it something I said?

I wish……..

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Also by Philipos:


Alice Springs 1999

Here. On the other side of the 

world, the truth is over exposed 

for history’s whim. A discoloration.


Here. The locals sneer at the English, 

restrict oxygen to the indigenous,

cannot understand the word, ‘generous’.


Here. Convenience forgets kindness, buries

a bone so it won’t grow. Flies cultivate on

hate. This ‘here’ is anywhere, but there.




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New Buds

The old man stepped out into the garden and stood in the sunshine. Warm, yes, but not too warm to work. He collected the battered barrow from the shed. In it a kneeler and a bucket containing gloves, a trowel and secateurs.

There had been five weeks without significant rain and at the end temperatures had been up in the mid to high thirties. Now, after some good downpours, the garden was just ...

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Also by afishamongmany:

In the Red | And There Was | That Gal Gladys | Travelers All Are We (villanelle) | No Star Was Seen | Drive-Through Movie | What I Have |


Don't Try This At Work.

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I don't know if you've noticed and I don't know if you care,
But I've taken all my clothes off and am standing here bare.
It took a lot of confidence, it took a lot of drink,
Perhaps you'd like to have a look and tell me what you think.


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Also by branwell kent:

Another Bad Week | Communication Problems | Money | Poem | What A Tragedy | Highbrow Nonsense | Keep It In The Family | My Family And Other Natural Disasters | Silly Sex Poem | Just My Luck | Please Please Please Please Please Please | Dawn Chorus | A Little Boy Dreams Of Revenge | The Tender Trap | Noises | Will You Marry Me? | Haiku Of My Favourite Words | An Obsession With Adverbs | Norfolk | Isn't It A Pity | Sylvia |

To the heavens

On this icy night

I look to the stars

With questions

And teary eyes


I surrender

To the heavens

And embrace 

The chill in my veins


Standing still





My soul

Filled with hope

I still believe

I will love again

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Also by Alta H Mabin (Ally):

Our rain | Collide | Dare to dream | A Sigh |



I wanna be one of the noisy boys

I wanna be one of the boys,

striding about with power tools

showing off my toys.


I wanna get kitted with engines fitted

that smell and cut and chop,

things with extensions of massive dimensions

the biggest in the shop.


I'll cut my way through night and day

creating havoc wherever I go,

be a very noisy neighbour

reaping tro...

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Also by ray pool:


Gratefulness is Happiness

Ever notice how the grateful are always happy? 

Even through a storm, 

they’re smile never dampens. 

The ungrateful, however, are never happy. 

While swimming in a sea of abundance,

they drown wanting.



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Also by DeVaughn:

Untitled | LOH | End Times | Individual Acceptance | Insight | Puzzle Pieces Of Life | Freedom's Burden |

On A Wing and A Prayer

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A very private piece I posted on my Public Blog, this morning.  Please come and tell me what you think.


   On A Wing and A Prayer


I came into this world on a wing and prayer.

Soon my innocence robbed, my spirit I don't know where.

Born by anger, confusion and sin.

I hid my pain, and my fear I kept within.


During my youth, my innocence a...

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Also by Belinda Sue Kiser:

A Memory Lost in Time | Time is My Fall | A Shadow of Myself | A Single Mom | A Little Wooden Angel |


Onto the next miscalculation


You lined them up 

By height and weight


On paper they’ve cost thousands 

Their descriptions sounded professional 


Yet now make you cringe

You watch the audience’s expressions


And you adjust your figures


As dreams and memories blur

Your past is constantly changing


Allowing you to produce  

an infinite number


Of recently-refurbished...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Reaching for you | Stronger | Working on it | please include | Unleash the goats | Someone else, somewhere; another time  | her parents | hunger | forms of compassion | 3am Revelation | Dancing Check to Check | Civilization Takes Two | My Half-Life | Our differences sleep with us | Broken & Compatible | Before the silence falls | Poverty | Routine | my complete lack of technique | Try My Skin | Unseeing | showroom | I Can’t See My Life |

On a London bus

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Trudging tiredly home one evening

stopped dead on wet pavement, astonished

a wonderful polished obsidian head

perfectly shaped like a jetblack Nefertiti

with brilliant many coloured headwrap

from some far sunseared land

flaming in the northern gloom

seen through the dingy raindropped

window of a litup London bus

one dire dark  damp December night

a long time ago.

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Leonardo da Vinci |

booze broken

Like most pleasures

drinking alcohol is only nice they say

when downed in moderation.




I've floored reservoirs enough of the damned stuff

troubled too many emergency services too many times

seen the death list of friends rise and rise.


A typical friday night and across the road

they are lifting the palatic off the pavements

while I am vomiting in the ba...

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GRAILESQUE | BLUEBOY | into the valley of less and less | piss take | number one in the bad boy charts | essential goods | denying of child's play | trying to be his own redeemer | wilting wallflower ( for Devon ) | victims? oh yeah! victims! | an old, old drinking buddy as an example | rediscovery | A DEMENTED CASE OF OMG! AND THEN SOMETHING ELSE i THINK | ARSEHOLE-CUM-ARMAGEDDONS ARSONIST | knock knock-who's not there? | dampened | Lord Lonely | when being soft becomes hard |


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Finding place and purpose in life

through love is always a contrast

between good and bad the 

beautiful and ugly so when I

met you for the first time I didn't

see any difference from what had 

gone before why would I why would 

anyone see that you were unique 


a room without you in it is empty

just getting on a bus with you

is beautiful or jumping in a taxi


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In my seventy sixth year I've seen a lot

And I've endured a lot for what I've got.

So did my parent's generation before,

And they taught me to grin when life was raw.

Loss and less were facts of life

For those who survived grievous strife;

But always hardy...always humble...

Captured in words like "musn't grumble".

No social security in existence...

They got by with graf...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:


Fragments "What Cannot Be Stolen"

A library of empty books is every child. To put your mark upon virgin pages is either to embellish or stain.

Curiosity gave birth to the curious cat. Every questioner is killed by the answer.

Nonsense contains the inner wisdom of absurdity.

Elegance pleases beauty and love is our tutor.

Philosophers use words to create new skies. Nietzsche the unfurling of a storm. Wittgenstein a sky w...

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Also by Daniel Reuben King:

Fragments: The Scale Of Sand A Melody Of Time | The Luminescence Of Cruelty | The Flower Within | Narcissus Perfected | Fragments " To The Radiant Flowers Of A Beautiful Evil " | Fragments "The Secrets Of The Sun" |


Such a blessed character

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Such a blessed character

Tuesday,30th July 2019


Why did God make the woman?

and sent among human beings

to suffer insults

and build disrepute!


was she destined to suffer?

and offer no resistance

look, not in the eyes

and even try


the world knows her hidden identity

real doyen of divine beauty

to take care of a troubled land

and befriend all


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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

Poetry speaks | Religious harmony | Look at heart | Philosophy in life | Time flies away | Sub-conscious with force | Love is desired | Think about | In my circle | Poetry is medium | In my breath | Strong root | Why does someone ask? | You shall miss | Richness of language | Two souls speak | Back to the fold here | Tiny soul | Care for earth | Content man | Poetry has feelings | Reality theme | An insignificant soul | Take a vow | Rain rain go, Rain rain come | Love once | Except to cry | Right attitude | My close friend | Cruel nature | Time moves | Never miss or give up | Within and outside | Seek refuge from nature | Human values and | Peace only | Not till yesterday | Real fool | Right decision for | It is better to | Fire from within | Correct path | Bridge the Gulf and | View with an ink | The dragnet of an evil | Feel poetry | Not a dead sea | Love is incomaprable | NOT ONLY HER | Fall on line | Beautiful flowers | Knowledge is another | Limited means | Almost forgotten | For the motherland |




when they ask me

what i'm doin'

i always say nuttin


it's the best answer

for all those nosy people

who expect you to say



nuttin gives you time

to dream

which is a fancy way

of saying i sleep a lot


nuttin is a good excuse

especially if you're old like me

and get plum worn out

by all the busy work of

doin' somethin'



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Also by d.knape:

All There Is To See | We Wait For Rain | Pulse | Cars & Bikes & Scooters | Coming To Life | Cat & Mouse | Boys & Books | Hard To Swallow | What I Got To Keep | Leave Us The Moon | Hearing Loss | The Inhospitable Hospital | Flip Flops | Man Arrested | Learning How To Drive | Write Yourself | Fame & Twitter | BEARS | Aunt Dorothy | The Wrath Of Wives | The Pilot | A Day At The Beach | Litle Clumps Of People's Stuff | Shell | VACATION NOTICE |

I am


You don’t see me

when you airbrush

fill, lift, 


You don’t see me

when you homogenize, 




My skin’s not alabaster.







My curves don’t conform

to your limited map

of bosom and butt.

My body



its own sweet



I am 


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It's OK to Cry

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It's OK to Cry


First half


When I read what I have writ

Emotions sometimes ride

Up from deep within me

But tears I try to hide.




“Crying is not a sign of weakness

but a sign of strength to have the

courage to show deep emotion”


Maria O'Hare



Second half


So when I read what I have writ

Maria makes me tr...

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Also by Don Matthews:

Are You Happy With Your Poem? | My Muse and I. She's Not Happy | Manhole | The XYZ of FF+ and Other Sexual Fripperies | Conversations with a Soul | Shit! How I Hate This Damn Phrase | Boris and Carrier Pigeons | Jesus Wore Thongs in Australia | Baffling. And Repulsive | Terrible, I Like You | Don At Work – Please Do Not Disturb | WOL's Fun 'n' Frippancy Movement (in support of our brother in Australia) | Confessions of a Diagnosed Manic | Clique. Wot? | Change the Record Don | Bulls Into the Sea. Animal Abuse in Spain | Cricket World Cup. England vs Australia. Sunday England vs NZ. And the Winner Is........ | Learning Haiku Grade 1 - Sun Shines on Meadow | The Long and Short of Stacy Does Racy | Should We Legalise Prostitution? | Chuckle Therapy | Edging Higher Planes | Catering for Phone Addicts. Stupid | Shit! WOL's Raining Rhymers | Mary Had Wristwatch (anyway, who started this nursery rhyme caper?) | Can This Be Classed An Affliction ? | Blood on the Firm's Hands | New Candidate for the Presidency | We've Turned Into a Throwaway Society | You're Wasting Your Time |

the best of food

Favourite food


The food I like is meat especially pork

Cooked till the bones part from the flesh

Served with cabbage, carrots and spuds

Cooked together with the pork

I never order beef because I dislike chewing

As it is usually an ordeal.

However, I like liver cooked the same way as

The pork, fish too if it is free of the annoying

Little spiny bones which are an app...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

kismet | Sunday forenoon | crows | S Africa | a new planet | fledlings | sisters | a princess and a lake | sport hunting | a slip of a girl | time lasts long in Portugal | small fishes | seen in the woods | spoken poetry | sleepless in Cascais | one summer evening | to suddenly age | no pilot | kitchen drama | green umbrella | alone in a church | a father in law | dreaming a poem | Hong Kong revoulution |

Train of thoughts...

You don't know the title of something until you start writing it.

Same goes for life. You gotta start (writing), trying new things, exploring life's available opportunities. Do the dirty work until you finally land on something that you love and go for it.

I might try this or that, but I still might not have found "the thing." If you feel you're in the same boat, the only way to find your wa...

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Also by Magic:

Dear NF | Your Earliest Memories | Before the World Wakes Up | Broken feelings | March on Caterpillar |

rise up


It was the moment when you became my everything

It was long before I was willing to admit it

It was long before I even started to deny it

It was long before I could no longer ignore it

It was long before I was able to accept it

It was long before I began to embrace it

It was that first accidental conversation

It was nothing more than a passing comment

It was as important as...

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Also by Eiren Water:

playground | jealousy | upon waking (for the first time) | lesson not learned | scintillating conversation | Winter Came | This is a cautionary tale. Pay attention, please. Take heed. |

You Take With You The Music

When you go you take with you the music.

I am left with that solitary moment of injustice inquiring oneself.

Of a rhythm occupying palpitations that waver blood into a certain sea of red entering the stratosphere…


There I sink and live in my liveliest.


There, I sleep within a maddening cocoon. Dreams yearn the chisel of your rough hands…Fluorescent fish and waves harbor a dan...

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Also by Mimi:

Don’t Worry Mama, Don’t Worry Papa | ...Even Then, We Are Happy... | ...Emulating Arms... | ...Die And Live With Me... | ...We Are Us Jose... | ...This Is Man... |

Real Is Rare

The real is rare,

The fake doesn't care...

One who ought to be dear;

Alas! Brings despair.


My search goes everywhere,

To meet the one who's sincere.

That one supposed to bring cheer,

And no trick play, only an option fair.


Happiest I was when he was near,

He wouldn't let my eyes shed a tear...

In my loneliness I sometimes still fear,

Where I lost him, why...

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Also by ai ou:

Hostage To My Own Inertia | Faces |


Silver Lining

I was looking for no remedy 
Burning into the silver lining
I trying being my old self but you still remain 
I just want to be the best me I can be 
I feeling like there's a stranger in my skin
It's been this way for too long 

So hold on to fading memory of me 
One day your understand 
I can't be anyone without you 

When the wind blows it feels so hollow 
That time can't be right 

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Update 2 | Lighthouse | Forever (lyrics) | Update 1 | Tobi Rant | Melancholy | Love Kills The Best of Us | Ghost In The Street Lights | I Promise | Space Cowgirl | Crazy Taxi | The Sun Don't Ever Shine | Words of The Waiting Man 31 | Alarms | Firefly. 11:11 | Wreckage |


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Slink in the grey and look upon what's left
Shrouded memory of the greatest theft

Earth is still here yet corruption flows from it
By human hands we breath the plastic

Love convenience and don't give a fuck,
Let others swim in the filth, in the muck

Feigned concern and loose conviction
World on fire yet what mild trepidation

Who cares about the future if it's not yours?
Praise cor...

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Also by Heart of Lead:

Modern Crusader | The Old Lands |



winter's kiss
full moon
rising soon
13 a year
star studded dance
universe expands
planets align
space and time
human suspension
outer dimension
rocket man
in a tin can
strumming along
to Major Tom
view below
magic globe
shooting for mars
endless vast
holes of black
fire ball
night falls
marvel at
the wonder of it all

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Also by cindylee loucks:


POEMS2 by cindy lee loucks

Everything- An Etheree

The hermit worships at the mountain top

He prays at the doom below his feet

bellows loud to hear his echo

and sings dirges to the gorge.

A muffled commotion

slowly wakes him up

tambourines, lute

His suave bride

“My sweet




that creased brow

shed that black cloth

the mourner's garment

break the solemn silence

clad yourself in white ...

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Also by Mae Foreman:

I Loved And Loved- A Triolet | Starchild's Keeper- A Sonnet | Mother (Love In The Time Of Disapproval) | Satan's Ark-A Sestina | Hades' Ferry- A Sea Shanty | The 21st Century Paradigm | The Benefits and The Perils | The Bluebird and the Wallflower | Mid-Summer Monsoon, Pantoum | The Madman and The Lunatic | Wake Up And Smell Reality | The Summer of my Dismay (Volume 27) | Mirror Says |


With Allah...I can , so i will.

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Aspirations...Where we are and where we want to be?

My aspirations have always focused on being a world-renowned, bestselling author, however, i have found great value in fact, total gratification in knowing my pieces help people whether i get paid or not.

Where i come from...where i am...and where i want to be is a constant and ongoing journey.

I have come very far from the young girl wh...

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Memory of existence

What a peaceful thought.

That you do not hold my heart as you once did before.
To look at you and feel nothing in return,
to be free of your soul.
My mind is at peace and so is my soul.
Yet you reach for me to be part of you at times,
It is not something I yearn for anymore.
What a peaceful thought has come to mind.
You do not hold my soul anymore and I will forever be ...

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(I've always felt this site lacked a poetry and recipe fusion post.  Here's one from the Lumpwood King)


For those of us that barbecue we sometimes find we wish

We might forego the pork or lamb and barbecue some fish;

But this is problematic; you’ll find this once you start

Cos tasty though as most fish is it’s prone to fall apart;

Now remedies are possible; it could be wrapped ...

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Also by John Coopey:


Walking with wishes

Oh! this house I pass daily

where my fantasies live

and dreams could be born

the unaccountable times my heart had

and still knocks on its door

the windows I keep looking in

like those of your soul

hoping that one day I will see myself inside

finally coming to life.



Stef Wilde

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Haiku: Demise | Currency of rainfall | Slow return and quick departure | DUD (aka) our actual not enough doors away neighbour from hell (part 2) |


long days and distractions
sunglasses reflecting scenes

of caramel-skin boys skipping school
to play stickball in the streets

endless nights punctuated
by the sounds of Cuban heels

tattooed upon our memories

--mementos, like hanging red sunsets
etched in rosegold and tempered steel...

when it all goes bad
like forged passports and spoiled milk

we'll always have Miami...

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Also by nunya:

truth or dare? (even no answer is an answer) | unsung | saving face | cataclysm and containment--Stage 1 |

Tempest brewed

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Don't you know
it's just a rage
a tempest brewed
from grape not sage-
in all the world
there's not a stage
not tread by feet already.

And so I bow
and bid me out
you cared for nought
nor gave a shout
as all that is
will come about
with out you being ready.

words and foto T Carroll...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

First person singular | Must Read | Alexandra | Persephone's tangled legs | Semi Tone | As if to care | Only time | Christianity | Parsley Sage, Rosmary and Time | A reprisal awaits... | Touching | Did you brush it from your hair? | Conflation |

Speechless naked feet

Speechless naked feet

Brush the boards

Where carpets are bare to tread

In threadbare pile

Of warm worn through

Early spring sun

Long legs languid and fair

With hairs that stand up

Feeling the fresh air rush of the tingling chill

Coming up through floorboard cracks

And the regular slap of skin against wood

As she walks in just an old man’s shirt

Running the fing...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Battle for the beach | Everything rusts | Lost in space |


I listen to the news but I got confused

I remember the frogs were dying and the sea stars Banda Aceh Fukushima Haiti Lennon was shot I saw pictures of men on the moon there is a singularity whose picture I missed along with the Taliban Boko Harum Joseph Kony there are geriatrics in Guantanamo who need to pee often and spit yellow phlegm into cups that can never be made sharp Castro died and rai...

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Also by Adam Rabinowitz:

Folks Want | Crawl of the Caterpillar | Next Bed Over | Before You Came Back | At Noon | Mulligan | Washed Away | Out the Door Medicine | House of Feathers |

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My Entity

Wherever I go,
there you are.

I see you
in stormy skies. 

I feel you
in twilight. 

I smell you 
among the pines.

I hear you 
whispering at night. 

I taste you  
in the words of every love poem. 

You are nowhere to be found,
yet always around.

My entity,
you are the part of me I long to set free.

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There is only one

There is only one


Occasionally when a moment of silence arrives

I pause for a time of deep reflection and lost hope

Through the corridors of my mind

I seem always to arrive in the La Plaza

which is embedded in my mind as an ageless painting

The sun shines as people promenade

beneath the fronds of overhead palms

Children with cornets, some on their fathers´shoulders


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Also by keith jeffries:

A Friend called to say...... | Hidden Recesses | Beneath the Surface | A Flame never extinguished | Being | Images | The Sea will part |

There must be a way

Is there a way to be

The poison you turn to

Your best enemy

When demons hover around

Your burning flesh?


Is there a way to be

One of a thousand monks

Kneeling face down


On the cold, raw stones

Of your bodily temple?


Is there a way to be

A thorn in your side

To remind you of

The excruciating pain of

Not touching you?


There mus...

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Let’s make a pact
let these shadows hold us
swaddled in secrecy
and breathing quickly
I see you draw in close to me
sense those lips loosening
my foundation questioning
the forcefield of your sly grin
and the delicacy of those fingers
upon me

Let’s make a pact
let this moment be our blueprint
to not accept a fading
or a softening of this urgency
I feel that magnetic pull...

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Also by Tom Alexander:

Murmur Love | Idle Flame | The Artist's Desk | Great Destroyers | We Walked Along The Wall | Love And Everything Else |


Mill worker mates. For Wendy Higson.

Charabanc to seaside outing

and in being with them all

out went the tide drudge of work

in came the tide of pure enjoyment.


Skirts tucked in knicker legs

little screams when they couldn't jump high enough

to stop cold seawater from chilling higher up moon white legs


small laugh inspiring shocks

later laid to rest with hot fish and chips

followed by a couple of ...

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Also by Jemima Jones:

Student poetess | Downtime despair | Left wanting | Pillow prayer. | Crying Globe supporter | Come along now human vultures..... | Utterly besotted |

Blowing the Whistle

It's not Jesus, it's just a fella he said

and with that the cat was out of the bag

They rolled away the stone

to find the escaped old lag

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Also by Brian Maryon:

Fuck a duck | He fell asleep on the cemetery bench as he spoke to his wife in fluent french | Wimbledon - by Izzy | Sights & Sounds of Amsterdam |

The Something

There’s a great big Something sitting at my door,

it sits there and watches but no more. 

Somethings are rare and don’t happen very much, 

so of course I’m confused as to what to do with it.

As I look at the Something, it looks back at me

and shows me the wonderful things it could be. 

It shows me what I could have done,

could have been,

could have bought,

could have see...

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Also by Elle Shaine:

Imagination |

Chaotic Poet

Water proof Kohl & tears unrolled.

Kiss proof lipsticks and smudged life.

Social network sites and selfies,

emoticons to express joy and grief.

Diet,detox and fitness in mind.

but it's happy hour in our favorite bar?

All efforts to make peace,

but how does it end up in a war?

music to soothe the soul,

home decor,windows,drapes and blinds.

there are also relationships ...

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Alternate Sexualities

When you exit the womb and enter air

The only 'given' beyond birth is that you will die,

Whether fate be fulfilled in minutes, or years.

In our current, human history

The 'given' already exercised was:

Your 'life' required both male and female.


From the moment of conception is rejection

Hard-wired into creation

And thus - the blind thrust of re-creation: SEX!

On suc...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

'Brownie' Monster! | Television Moon | SCHIZOPHRENIA | Less 'Me' and More 'US' | WEDDING RECEPTION |


You see but do not observe

You hear but do not listen

You speak but do not talk

You touch but do not feel

You care but do not love


We smile but not amused

We hug but not embrace

We fight but not argue

We walk but not travel

We are together but apart

That’s us

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Eyes |

The Man Who Thinks Too Much




The Man Who Thinks Too Much



He’s the man who thinks too much

The man who thinks too much

He thinks alcohol is a sturdy crutch

The man who thinks too much


He views the universe through a microscope

Eternal optimist, devoid of hope

He’ll hang himsen, if you give him the rope

He thinks he can manage, but just can’t cope

He thinks too much… the ...

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Also by kJ Walker:

The Ghost Of Our Old Granny |

Whiskey Glass

Why do some look at life through the bottom of a whiskey glass?


Are they looking for a reality that they can not see normally or are they looking at reality?

Do they search for emotions that they have hidden and locked away or are they running from the emotions they have? 

Are they trying to hide from their emotions or are they trying to feel again?

What if they are trying to do a...

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My Abyss - A Blackhole | Energy | Battles Wars Crusades | You decide | Enough |

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