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February Poem - 4:45pm

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February Poem - 4:45pm

When standing still  
I can see you have arrived 
in such a subtle state 
But thoughtful and dynamic
deeper and more frightening 
Into something so uninterrupted,

in all your bright 
and silent lights  
I fight against
your bitter wind

I want you to know that 
Your landscape amazes me
with your city lights flickering
In the background
streaks of vibr...

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Bye Dad

The clocks missed a beat today,

Moments marked by incisive ticks,

Fused into one stretched pause in time,

As you stepped away,

From the arms of those around you,

And into the arms of those gone before.

Only to feel their warmth once more.

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Atrophy | Life And Its Alternatives |

"My Interpretation"

"My interpretation," the defendent said,

"Is that a faulty vehicle made that man dead,"

"My interpretation," the banker professed,

"Is that your own investments belong in my own vest,"

"My interpretation," the sheepish surgeon said, 

"Is that this post-op patient was killed by this bed,"

"My interpretation," one cheating spouse cried,

"Is that you'd hate the truth and prefer I...

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Also by Mindy Newton:

Being PC | "My Interpretation" | ...Walked Into a Bar... | Unavailable | The Red Badge of Courage | King of the Mountain | Lord of the Flies | The Tank | Suffer Fools | Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep | The Summit | The Competition | Photo | Side Effects | Oh, No! | The Loud-Mouthed Mime | Scissors | Little Sweaters |


It’s harder than you think to disappear,

to lose yourself then reappear, with no trace of why

or what went before.

You can get lulled into a false sense of security,

become blasé about the little things.

Like never answering the phone when it rings.


There was a shotgun in the cellar, wrapped in hessian sack,

I took it out a while ago, intending to put it back.

When we ...

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Also by trevor homer:


girls in the know

it had been raining all, day,

but that didn't stop her from laughing

because she is one of the girls

that live in each other's lives

where sadness can never be allowed to compete

they simply turn away from it saying,


this is us who have shed our last tears

who will never again lose another moment of happiness

even in our dreams.


They walk through their days as ...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

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 |

Refreshing evening!!

Darkness filled the air

Smoked sky spreading

Like the black winged eagle

Winds flew around and round

The parched lips of silent earth

Atlast received the honey drops

Reviving the thirsty tonuge

With fresh drops falling from heaven

As if God himself took pity on us

Ordering the firmament to blow cooler breeze

With seasoned monsoon rain gliding past

Refreshing every ...

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Also by Do.RoThY:

Summer heat!!! | Bed of roses!!! | Love sans you....sans love me! | After life!!! | Confused thoughts!! | Addicted to self | Bare thoughts!! | If i could know!! | Slow poisoning!! | Impossibly possible!!! :))))) | My blog diary!!! | Committed!!! | Whispers!!! | It hurts | Life imprisonment!!! | Letter unread!!! | Dear diary page 1. | Pray, Pray, Pray..... | The gilded cage!!! | Back to work!!! | Answers awaited!! | All things end in their perfect time!!! | Super hero lover!! | My loving Lord!!! | The other side of being me | New born passion!!! | Picture perfect |

My close friend

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My close friend

Monday,15th July 2019


Be my close friend

and remain until an end

I shall daily send

the beautiful flowers to remind


the friendship is always great

and elates

with the rousing welcome

when you come to meet


it outbursts the joy

and makes me enjoy

the beautiful gift

given by an almighty to have no rift


when I see you from t...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

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 |


Write Yourself


When words run thin

and ideas are slim


start over from where

you might have been


resume the write

let mind expand


and Write to right

yourself again.



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Also by d.knape:

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 |

She Looks To The Sea

The harbor torch burns darkly

A once bright and brittle lens

But sugarglass shards

On a pudding thick sea


Dishrags and splinter

Iron and grit

Gull grease and soles

Viscous among the drowned

Thrashing shoals


Refuse huddles wretched

On the blunt granite shore

Clawed by crab

Lapping tongues of tide


But safe harbor waits, waits -

Cracked, broken...

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Also by Devon Brock:

When Once Grandiose | I Once Met A Man Who Was | Maple Before Winter | On Some Nights Polyphony | Suddenly Always Happens On Familiar Roads | What Gavel Presumes... | The Rarest Gem | And I, The Never Pure | A Lone Tree Rages | Some Thoughts Upon Mary | On The Language of Possession | On A Freak Warm January Night | While You Sleep | A Song for the Slinking Jabberwock | Now Birds Ravage The Cherries | If Only For A Time | Ode To Candles | Lahm Bi Ajin | A Brief Note On Summer And Tea | The Warm Eviction of Mourning Doves | I Call Me Breathing | I Draw The Clouds Wrong |

The Source

How long will you spend 

On your hands and knees,


Bowing to a god

That does not resonate with your soul?


For this is the source

Of all of your darkness.


The light waits patiently 

For your eyes to adjust.  

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Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:

Madness | Duality | Charlie Victor Del......ta | This Life | The Tree | I understand now why they call it flames | The Other Side | One More Request... | Compass |

sleepless in Cascais

Sleepless in Cascais


 It was a strange night

Couldn’t sleep thoughts and images

Kept churning around and I was

Horrifyingly awake.

This is pointless, got up and drank

Several glasses of water, my brain

Was talking to me and I had no answer.

To distract myself I watched TV, till

Four in the morning slept like a baby

Until noon, the past is a bleak territory.



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Also by jan oskar hansen:

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 |

Bulls Into the Sea. Animal Abuse in Spain

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Bulls Into the Sea. Animal Abuse in Spain


Bous a la Mar's on the go again

In Spain, for it's people and bulls

After running the main street of Denia

They jump in the sea, pleasing all


Animal Rights have complained a long time

To ban such bull sports across Spain

Claiming it distresses the animals

Again and again and again


Don Matthews July 2019



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Also by Don Matthews:

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 |

Colour - Gold

Wealth and extravagance

have an association with you,

Many a fool falls for your shine

and many have died for you, too


For children we only wish

them to be as good as you,

while some chase just money,

those diggers we eschew.

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Incessant time | Always worth holding on | My lost flower | Hardy folk |


Crazy Taxi

I've been trying hard not to talk to you
that way we both can move on
I've been trying hard not to call you beautiful
That way I don't tell you goodnight
I sold my soul for you can always be happy
Why do you think I'm dying little lady
The devil has a price it's my life

Don't make me go to Pizza Hut just to start shit with him
I've been feeling like Tobi lately
I think I'm better off in...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

The Sun Don't Ever Shine | Words of The Waiting Man 31 | Alarms | Firefly. 11:11 | Wreckage |


STEPPING OUT                                                                                            

I stand on the edge and lean right out

towards the light, the face of one, of

so much more than someone, just met;

won’t forget the tingling of my skin, the

smell of hers, won’t let this slip, this chance to

be unequivocal, say what must be said,

do what must be done – as t...

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Also by Peter Taylor:



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In a land of immigration

Paul Revere and Liberty

Welcoming with open arms

Land of Opportunity.

Once a fair and moral nation

Looked upon with admiration

Hands held out with open palms

Welcoming with open arms

Not clenched fists but open palms

Greeted us from o’er the sea

And offered opportunity.


Marches that won integration

Rosa Parks, the Kennedys

Dream ...

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Also by John Coopey:



I could say nothing

and still the thoughts would come,

some questioning in disbelief

like marauding cats, persistent

upon the hauntings of old bones and scraps,

some creative, toying with mayhem

of my own making, and for what?


Still the pictures would come

from the other side of older deaths

that stick to walls

held by winds that blow

from God knows where -


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Also by ray pool:


summer lovin'

summer lovin’


for two wild weeks

in Bridlington,

in Jen’s mind

though not in mine,

we were nothing more

than passing strangers,

holiday romancers,

summer buddies

to flirt with over ices.


or people watch

sipping tall white wine

as plush upholstered hotel evenings

melted into night.

we arm-in-armed the promenade

wearing sunny day outfits


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Also by Rick:

après le déluge | crossing Holderness by bus |

Rose - Petals or Prickles

Petals and prickles, 
beautiful and painful. 
Spread on the path,
somewhere petals,
somewhere prickles. 
Just like the passing phase of life. 
Sometimes stepping on the petals. 
Sometimes hurt by stepping on prickles,

Petals teaching us the kindness,
encapsulating millions of memory in fragrance. 
Prickles being hurtful, 
hiding the drudgery, 
teaching us self defence and making one ...

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Also by Ankita Srivastava:

Just let it fly |


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She is cursed to always crave

master to the slave

bloodstone to the master

cradle to the grave


He guards his wicked treasure

twilight to the dawn

with a selfishness so absolute

sharing with no one


A drop or two won’t satiate




It leaves her empty, unfulfilled

left to wonder moonlit fields

barren plains of a love gone wrong

a ...

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attentionbloodstonedesirelove poems

Individual Acceptance

Is it me or is it you,

that hates the fact,

that I’m not you?

If it’s me, why do I

look in the mirror wishing,

I was you?

If it’s you, why do you

hate me so true,

cause I’m not like you?

Never mind.

It’s not me!

It’s you!

I now realize why you hate me.

It’s because you hate you,

for love in your heart you never knew,

cause if you had, you’d accept


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Also by DeVaughn:

Insight | Puzzle Pieces Of Life | Freedom's Burden |

Cerdd y dydd: Diwrnod tri

I hate it's the first thing I think

Hangover lingering from my dreams 

There is no response to my error

Just me,  feeling the disgust

Of my brain wanting for me

The cause is so straightforward 

It almost always is

But I have a secret star

And it guides out of the tempting dim

It's aided with glows from all sides

No's in various forms of logic

Unrealistic,  creepy, ...

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Also by Collin Pulmano:

Cerdd y dydd: Diwrnod dau | Cerdd y dydd: Diwrnod un | Underwater Breaths | Martina McBride had it right |



shipped out
too soon
under a
bad moon
cross bones
and skulls
force of
a typhoon
trawled through
shocked from
into the
lead filled
stars in
saved own self
in end
spit and
the margin
lost dead
dining o...

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Also by cindylee loucks:


POEMS by cindy lee loucks


Write a poem about it, someone said,

so I wrote 'Poem about it'. That's

not what I meant, she carped. Well

get out your harp and then strum

about what it is, precisely, that

your words are meant to convey.

Ave Maria, I added then. That's not

a poem she said. 'Well actuially it is

I ventured to suggest, at least for

those who have the ears that wish

to know and underst...

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Also by Philipos:


Simply ABC






























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Also by J R Harris:

Look What They’ve Done to My Town Ma (Homage or apology to Melanie Safka) |

5WH - Short Poem Challenge (in the Discussions section)

Who is God
What is religion
Where exactly is the after life
Why are we here
When we die
How will we know the answers

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

Smile | My Poetry | Death | Oasis |

Dancing Check to Check

twenty left

make the list 
eggs bread
spaghetti sauce bananas

take a glance 
at the library 
and the guitars

nap until 
I get notices 
from the bank account

cancel all plans 
on account 
of diarrhea

gotta have that you gotta have this 
dancing check to check

will change your life and it’ll ship free
next day air

following steps with representatives 
in Manila

my ...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

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 |

Please Please Please Please Please Please


Mummy, my leg hurts,
Can I have some sweets?

I don't want to go to grandma's house,
She smells of cupboards.

Why isn't Auntie May married,
Is it because of her nose?

Billy Jenkins has one,
And he's dyslexic.

I went in the bath yesterday
Go and look at the soap.

It was an accident,
I was trying to mend it.

He's not my real dad.




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Also by branwell kent:

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 |

wilting wallflower ( for Devon )

The dance hall swirlers, and whirlers,

fast figured the floor.

An additional energy seemed born from theirs

and wrapped itself like streamers around

the happily chaotic stompers and twisters.


With my two left-footed incapability to join them

I could only jealously sit gazing in green wonder

as they, to the flashing fingers of guitarists and blurring drumsticks

went on ...

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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 |

Dream Will Not Wait


Everything about you is strange. 
That is, interesting for its own sake,
pressing itself upon the whole body 
of your attention and imagination. Do you see 
the shiver move over tall grass, compelling
evidence a love-lorn god pursues his tryst.

Moving like an astronaut on Mars,
a foreign coin in your hand,
anyone might run after you as if
trying to catch a balloon before it floats ...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

The Benefit Gig | Mutualdisappointment | More About Clouds | These Days As Ever | Architectural Movements |

Two poems from the forgotten generations (Reposts, the audio is pertinent)



What beauty comes of war


What beauty comes of war

from all that’s black as blood

from damaged mind and broken bone


What beauty comes of war


What beauty comes of ugliness

from torment trapped in blinding light

from silver landscapes blasted white


What beauty comes of war


Yet how rememb...

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Also by Wolfgar:

Night Sailing | Watching from stage left | Under the pier at Brighton | Krill | Night Sweats |

Nature Freely Gives

Jack In The Green awakens from his slumber

Spring is upon us, nature in all her wonder

Gaze in awe of rebirth, renewal, fertility

Stood deep in the forest, deep within tranquillity


Robin Goodfellow his mischief to perform

Souring milk, trampling crop circles from fields of corn

Tripping those who into the green wood unwary tread

Laughing, yet another traveller away from p...

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Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:

Amber | Boots 2 | If I Take My Leave | Every Day A Celebration | CENTRAL PARK AFTER DARK | The Water Diviners | City Life - Follow Your Bliss |

#poetry #inspirational #nature #folklore

lost and forgotten souls

We are all lost and forgotten
We all crumble and break in 
Even and yet
Disproportionate ways
We mainly 
Set out to 
Tread wisely 
With shaky steps 
And we all want a
Bit of privacy 
As long as it’s hidden 
By noise 
Until it’s so 
Noisy and 
It’s time to complain 
Short steps 
With long legs 
Are rarely 
And we’re all 
Shouting at the mirror
Expecting it ...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

Absent |

Jhilmil sitarey (twinkling stars))

I'm a star, burning and melting!!!


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Also by Merey Jazbaat:

Kasak!! | Ik nazam apkey naam!!! |

The Madman and The Lunatic

When the madman and the lunatic met in a formal feast

They spoke of logic and the frequencies of the moon

"I will conquer the world" said the lunatic "fairly soon!"

"Without a doubt, but be warned" my suave blue-blooded beast



"You will scorch the Earth and crush its people in vain,

The order is singular; even though the moon succeeds

The Great King Sun shall always hold...

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Also by Mae Foreman:

Wake Up And Smell Reality | The Summer of my Cynicism (Volume 27) | Mirror Says |


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Christianity and other myths

by Tommy Carroll


She said: ''You forget about

the fall back position

of Christianity: 


According to the Catholic church 

all 'souls' that had no faith

but were without sin- 

ended up there.

I envisage  

countless babies 

crawling around for eternity, 

crying for their mums!''

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Parsley Sage, Rosmary and Time | A reprisal awaits... | Touching | Did you brush it from your hair? | Conflation |

Topograpically a slave state

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Fear in a handful of dust

trust primeval instinct

meet primordial emotion, 

in human error, 

we are never truly free.

escape the prison,  find the sea.

escape the sea,  find the walls.

escape the walls

find a mirror


dread conjures beasts

breaks their slumber,

over the horizon,

it will not be dark forever

Something must give.


oh! spr...

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Also by John E Marks:

Time will say nothing | SNOW IN JULY | Slip of the Tongue | The bringer of plurabilities | No country for young men | A small truth | Under the Volcano | Icelight | PLACE OF RECOVERY | An Essential Melancholy | The solitary rose of your breath | 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 |

Red Pencil

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I am six years old, my pencil breaks
mid-word in Mrs Foster’s class.
So I turn to my friend Martin,
show him the pencil and whisper,
‘Martin, Martin, my pencil has broke.’
‘Use this,’ he says and passes a substitute,
secretly under our desk.
‘But it’s a red pencil, Martin,’ I say.
He smiles a smile. It is an ‘it’ll all be ok’
sort of smile and so I carry on,
copying lines of words I cannot read,
but which I ...

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Also by Jonathan Humble:

How Bad It Is |

It wasn’t easy getting here

The street signs looked a little queer

And altogether directions

didn’t seem to me to be very clear

So I steered myself in the direction of help

And resigned myself to a hike because well

What else am I gonna do with myself?

Put my head up on a shelf

The words within me beckoned

And so I went, I reckon

Because old forgotten rhyme

Within ...

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32 Days of Pain


It’s day 54. 

We’re running behind schedule in this process of healing.



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Also by Sognare Gloire:

32 Days of Pain | Alzheimer’s | 32 Days of Pain |

Pillow prayer.

Soothe me with dreams, dream-maker when I sleep

pour them generously, softly into my sleeping mind

as it escapes from the world.


May each burn brightly

with the flames of,  a beauty, a peace

yet undisclosed to the light of any day


those of a kind my heart has never before felt

those of a kind my eyes have never before seen

those of a kind my soul has ever before b...

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Also by Jemima Jones:

Crying Globe supporter | Come along now human vultures..... | Utterly besotted |


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Poem 19 of 230: JET

With time-based rail passes,
As many youths still do,
I caught the trains through Europe -
A good time it was, too.

But, late one night that summer,
I ran full-on in vain,
Through quiet streets in Paris,
To catch the London train.

And, at that Paris station,
They closed the doors throughout,
For cleaning through the morning,
Insisting - stragglers out.

So it was th...

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deep cuts too cold to flow
put neil young on the radio
jab a finger in and try to spill 'er
cortez cortez what a killer

contusion blue I stop the bleeding
stop writing the you all over me

black label paste a plaster mask across my face
"organically grown in a cruelty-free zone" is what I say

'cuz a buffer's the thing to cinch up the feeding
and cover the red they never need see


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Also by elPintor:

saving face | cataclysm and containment--Stage 1 |

Television Moon

‘With how sad steps, O Moon …’

Oh, author of such a line

Do you watch me these hundreds of years hence

With kind eyes?

Where are the ages between the ancients and me?

Spirits are pacing the night.

And do they walk, too, on the moon

Like jesters

Ballooning across its scarred face

In seven league boots

Mumbling folksy information

Through inverted fishbowls?



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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:


No Star Was Seen

To You who art

To me, when I see

The made star night

Looming, enfolding,

Displacing the confusion

Of maps and charts.

A darkness that is as light

As the day when

The sweat and the blood

Tasted by a dying thief

Glistened, glistened, glistened,

While the hot sky

Darkened, darkened, darkened.

No star was seen

But looming,

Falling, falling, w...

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Also by afishamongmany:

Drive-Through Movie | What I Have |


Bar room philosopher

He's a bar room philosopher a poet with an empty glass a master of the unpaid laugh  a true character 

He's got shuffling feet and waving hands,  entertaining as he stands, lining up the optics on the corner of the bar

And he loves a drink and a smoke tells his story with a joke

He's busking on the streets of town singing to an unfamiliar crowd, singing all the songs you you know, well he...

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The Sea will part

The Sea will part


Leaders will all fade away into the annals of time

taking with them their power and their deeds

Wars they started will be forgotten

their wealth left behind for others to squabble over


Wisdom and knowledge will be sifted as sand

religions and philosophies as passing clouds

Mighty edificies will fall and crumble

objects of desire and greed, tokens...

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i'm jealous of the wind that caresses your skin

each breath of air that you breathe in

i'm jealous of the birds that catch your eye

their flight so elegant across the sky

i'm jealous of the song that sticks in your head

and the cotton sheets that cover your bed



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Also by Eiren Water:

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

Ann Marie

Left alone, just 4 days old. Four days of seeing your face, hearing your voice, caresses and kisses.

The bond never broken as she walked out the door.

Papers signed and sealed.  She had to go just a child herself.  Her now shameful secret forever to keep.

My heart always empty for her, the search always vigilant.

The dream, we meet,  She is still the child hiding. I am now the adult.  ...

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kiss boom


there are electrons passing from my lips to yours 

when we kiss 

some infinite number of universes  

dissolve between us in the warm spit of passion 

and when I close my eyes and feel your tongue 

ask such sweet questions it's like  

it’s like 

the most enormous thing 

could not possibly mean less  

and I can feel it now  

it is the life that we live again as we ...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

the bird and the puddle |

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