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Poor Mom - Dedicated to Betty Ann my mom

The men in the white coats are coming to take me away,this is what mother used to say.                                         We 4 would scream,"No", and stand there with our dirty fingers in our nose.                                                We used to toss our clean laundry on the floor, we sloppily hung wet towels from the bathroom door.                                                   ...

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Also by Amanda Ann;:

My Person | Pocket Full Of Lint | Countryside Lass | Merry-Go-Round Of Relations | A Frosty heart ? | Dear John & Me | Ungracfully Confess | Listen Little Sisters | Duck Taped Heart | Alaskans Cove | The Lonley Pale Flower | The Simple Ways | Off To Rocky Veiw For You | Little Ones Of Mine |

Moods

Moods

 

I join each day in the flow of its current

Compatible or not I try to adjust myself

The day often conflicts with my waking mood

I walk along a darkened corridor

Feeling my way with uncertainty

I welcome the unexpected yet cherish routine

Spontaneity can disturb or delight

Outside I embrace sun, shower or rain

Only the wind aggravates my soul

I react, respon...

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Also by keith jeffries:

A Web of Deceit | Life´s Quandary | The Bottle | Das Reich ist gefallen | Heart Attack | Damaged for life | All around us | The Elite | A Reverie | The Emperor came to call |

WHEELER DEALERS

Wheeler dealers - all the same

deception a lifelong tragic game,

your hopes and dreams go in their pot

they'll fleece you rotten

take whatever you've got.

No Christian ethics to stay their hand

they already own the promised land.

 

I got to know one only once

a ready fellow who staked his claim.

A chirpy wit

full of shit

he taught me much

with his Midas touch

...

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Also by ray pool:

TARIFF | PRIORITIES | MY FATHER WALKS | A DAY IN THE LIFE | THE SANDS OF TIME | JULIA THE PECULIAR | TIES THAT BIND | ON WATCH | MOAN ALONE |

My Communal Dance

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Here I am entering a space between episodes

where everything seems so real, so right.

So unfeigned that I begin to doubt my sanity.

But as I travel within that space inside me

I see more regressive versions

of new episodes.

They peak and ebb,

sucking me into a vortex of frustration.

Then suddenly a new story emerges.

Suddenly I’m engulfed by a flood of people.

They ur...

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Also by Chakraj:

The Awakening | JEFFY YOU DIAMOND GEEZER | The Awakening | Come with me to a higher ground | F**k the Forgive and Forget mantra | Knowing Me |

Sing to Me

Beside the river of death,

A poet gently breathes,

Praying to the water,

"Oh, please sing for me."

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Also by Zackareigh:

Let Me Breathe |

Deathpoet

RIGHTS and wrongs

A driver's license gives to me,

The RIGHT to drive, legally;

I too get, the RIGHT to use,

Any public road I choose;

But if I drive, outside the lines,

I pay hefty traffic-fines.

 

Obligated to uphold,

A comprehensive safety code:

I should never, put at risk

The life, of another motorist;

While, I have the RIGHT to drive,

He has the RIGHT to stay alive!

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Also by Chrystel Roberts:

Three Empty Words | who cares, anyway? | Shell-Shocked! | REGRET | Green, green grass of home | Perfect Strangers | fallen | Mother Knows Best | English is Greek to me! | just ducking around! | “Sorry" Is A Sorry Word | Different but Equal | Give a dog a bad name... | Tick-Tock | #wonderful | Beneath Beauty... | Heartbreak and Toothache | HELL, NO! |

Where Is Prosperina?


The Unseen One picks a queen...
Hades

Fleeting life I associate with 
comedy and tragedy- nothing is fair.
Callous or devious accounts
I turn over and over.
But I have no resort to persuasion,
my will has no hint of subterfuge.
I hear no prayers, nothing justifies me
and my kingdom cannot be undermined.

The Threshing Goddess is implacable...
Demeter

Spare my ears, I am not about to r...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Ceaseless Traffic | Aesop's Parade | Unrhymed Sonnet | As I Rambled | Crux | Commute |

Terrible Sight

My interior is kind of crappy
I would fix the brain but I'm off my hinges
Don't believe the terrible sight
The wind only blows when I miss you
So does your cigarette smoke blow to me

Please don't 
Please don't dissipate 
Please don't dissipate into
Because I've been feeling kind of low

How far do I have to go until I find the old you
Because this new you has a material hold
On this ...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

(untitled) | The Promise | Melancholy | A Question of Love | No More Spaghetti Monster | Follow You | A Disturbing Fear of Bitter Blasphemy Broken Upon All The Wounds | (untitled) | 01101001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 | Family Man | Melancholy | Lately | 24 Hours | Poem For Death | sorry | ... The Way I See Things | Split Personality (T&A) | Firefly | New Affinity |

THE TRY ON

A flash young male

seeing the older man

waiting at the bus stop

and without a bye your

leave, says: ‘Can I borrow

your phone mate?’ No. Was

the firm and adamant reply. Flash

Harry repeats again the brush

off word : ‘No’ as if in a mocked

surprise and rolls his shifty eyes.

The older man stands his ground,

the ‘try on’ sussed, and no doubt

the young guy only inwa...

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Also by Philipos:

FORESHORE | (untitled) | (untitled) | BELLS | DING-DING DING-DING | OPTING OUT | TRAMP SHIPS | LINES | WOODBINES | SILENCE | (untitled) | LILYPADS | SCRIPTS | HI TECH SOLUTIONS | GULLS | MARBLES | ANTS | SCENT |

Heads on a Pillow

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Just some more free verse that popped into my head. I think there is something for the sake of art in leaving something as it is etherically 'given' now and then....

 

Only my pillow knows

Where my mind goes

As I close my eyes

When I wake up

It says Nothing

Look as it lies there

Smug and Plump

 

It also knows

Where your head goes

When it's not next 

To mine

...

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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Tomorrow | Play On Words | Chat But Not Like That | Aftermath of Argument | Winners & Losers | Procrastination | Seasons Like Feelings | Side By Side | Letting off steam | Digital Disappointments | Rough Diamond | Addiction | What's Left? | Giraffe | Always Intertwined | You only see it when you slow down | D.I.Y An Unfinished Love Story | Brother Leaf | Brexit Poker | Lost Meanings | Escaping Writer's Block | ConVERSEation | Seasonal Variations | Death Card | Glass slipper | Karma | Tarot Reader | Save your poem | Full Moon Rebirth | Deal or No Deal | What I learnt from a tree | A Poetic Heart | Awoke | Thinking Man's Crumpet | Moth in Moonlight | A Dating Conversation | *Tramsendental Love* |

DreamsFreeVerseMultiverse

Go 'Knifefree'

Yet another stabbing story to sadly unfold.
The cowards weapon, if the truth be told.
To wield a blade is neither tough or brave.
As another young life they attempt to save.

A potentially deadly way to attack or defend.
This knife carrying culture we have to end.
Educate youngsters the danger of the blade.
One flash can be fatal, the point to be made.

It's so unintentionally easy to take a...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

Let's Just Be Together! | Rainbow |

My story

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My story

Saturday.31st August 2019

 

It tells my story

so sad and complete history

how came the love's abandonment?

and where am I at present?

 

I gave everything

and tried to bring

heaven on earth

but you gave me a slow death

 

I had weaved my dreams

and formed a very good team

you proved disaster

and made me a sufferer

 

I still live in an ol...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

With heavy yoke here | Wisdom lays | Not kind | Outburst-No tears | Not to give in | Knows no | Literature-the deep ocean | Life next door | Fear built-in | High respect for the nation | You, old man | Think about no one | Invade & disappear | Song of togetherness | Trade war & globalization | Gentleness | Freedom means and | Let it fall | In perfect tune and | Full of illusions | Go a long way | Insult to none | No easy life | Women have | Bind the country | Mind is mirror | Death spares none | With no one | World shall witness | Dark repels | Falling from tree | The role to play | The romance river | No status but | Inspire and get inspired | Peace ambassador | Towards sunset | O,My holy land | Flowers with fragrance | No time for change | Holiest of the holy | Action and actions | let the wisdom | For the centuries | Inner voice | Dissension within | Sanctity of life | Love happiness | Love the nature | The sword | Her unforgettable nature | Poemhunter | Waves rise | The difficult art | Peace drive | No fault with self | Her voice and | Dreams are | Earn the respect | By history | As true human | Peace-real moment | Smell sense |

Jadia4708au

Loitering Without Tent

Every word of this is true - except that I went in August, which doesn't rhyme with Way!

https://www.ullswater.com/the-ullswater-way/the-dalemain-loop/

https://www.goodrunguide.co.uk/RouteMap/MyRoutes/714400/Footpath

 

To perambulate Albion was my intent,

And I eagerly purchased a one-man tent,

But idle sod me favoured procrastination,

For twelve months shunning the bus and tr...

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Cocktail

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I've just invented

a new cocktail:

But

1) You don't get to know the ingredients

2) You don't get to know the type of container it comes in.

3) The price is not displayed;

4) You get the bill as you leave:

I've named it

- The Brexit -

 

Words and foto  Tommy Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Clausal inference | In charge of poetry readings (aloud) | Black man's burden | Puss in milk | Faraged | Daughter in 2020 (Dementia onset) | Schematic phrases |

Fooling Around

 

I walk around

like I know what I'm doing

what lies behind this facade

is uncertainty

 

I am able to fool most people

into thinking I am competent

people like to believe

in people

 

of course it's only a matter of time

before the truth is known

my one saving grace

is this

 

you can fool all of the people

some of the time

and sometimes

that'...

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Also by d.knape:

The Toad In The Road | Cheetos On The Parking Lot | Possums | Face Off | WHITE HORSES IN A DARKENED FIELD | Town Character | Little Lizards | Time On A Platter | Google It | Putting Him Away, a Poem by O.L. Buzzerd | I Phone | Broken Hearts | The F Word | Zombies | Like Trees | Problems | If You Enjoy This Site | Kids On A Beach | One Marble | Losing It | Conspiracy Theories | Roadrunner/Coyote | Finding Places | Thunder | Password | Mom's Birthday | Out To Pasture | The New Version |

Up and at it!

Window cleaner

wet rag whirls the dirt filmed glass

improving suns entry

quickening the rooms warmth

rousing  drowsy horizontal bed loving me

into happier spirited verticality

 

my head, day plans filling

time is empty boxes

I must chockablock with communal usefulness.

 

Hurriedly dressed and annihilating breakfast

in a flash of minutes

I am four-wheeling awa...

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Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:

The abused fostered child | At least one way of killing time | Aerodynamicist's | Part ownership | Mockeries of pacifism | Taken aback and back | Demon clutched | Here's to the memorial palais | Stranger and stranger the change | An offering to the god of WOL, but first........ | That ( occasional ) shit feeling | Food banking | Slate quarries | optimistically rallying non-defeatist rhyme | Night struggle | last let down | who stole the fucking STOP RIGHT FUCKING NOW! sign? ( eco rant ) | Credence | Again the fall out | Struggle of the unwanted |

The immaculate

I) Annunciation

A message great
Unmatched to date
From Almighty
Via an angel,
Irreverence against God
That does not tolerate,
To a pious girl immaculate
Was sent.

While the holy one
For a pray bent,
The angel Saint Gabriel,
Himself great
Descended from high
Above in the sky
And with reverence said
“Behold
There is a message
To be told!

The holy one
Felicitate, for
In God’s fac...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

How could I forget | Percolated down to every bone |

AlmightygracefulHolyimmaculateincarnatedLordMaryWord

skake up

     The shakeup/anarchy

The Green party is in power

Not many cars on the streets

Asphalt is removed, cobblestones too.

They are planting trees and vegetables

The motorway is a strawberry field.

I don’t mind, pick fruit as I walk

To the tax office, which shut no one

Is supposed to pay tax anymore.

Airports are farms, planes are forbidden

They pollute too much.

Priv...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

sweet revenge | a conceited restaurant | supermarket blue | the truth teller | at the hospital | travel light | sharks | A Family | a beach in cascais | the way | the king | a small collection | the first voyage | before daylight | early one morning | the passing of time | separate tables | would-be-writer | broken mirror | literature & booze | snow 1956 | identity | our dogs | the tremor | my life | what happen to ringss |

Shooting Angels

Shooting Angels

 

Most of us

We try

To scratch out

A living

With our broken bics

Blood and ink

Dripping meanly 

In a vague attempt 

To trace the idea 

Of a future

From somewhere 

Deep inside

And paint it 

Against the world

With its cruel way 

Of crumbling dreams 

Just before 

We reach them

Or wake up 

Or both

 

And we struggle so

...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

The Mirage | and we burn |

SMILE CVN'T ! WHY CVN'T ?

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SMILE CVN'T ! WHY CVN'T ?

 

(This piece was inspired by eccentric Sydney 75yr-old sandwich-board wearer Danny Lim who was arrested, handcuffed and fined $500 for displaying a sign “SMILE CVN'T ! WHY CVN'T ?” after a single phone complaint. He appeared in court with his chihuahua-pomeranian Smarty. The magistrate was highly critical of the arresting officers and said the law was concerned wi...

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Also by Don Matthews:

Parental Failure | Haiku Homework (Grade 1) | Look At Me Damn You | My Muse is Getting Fussy | Tear Up | A Toilet for Daisy | Party Tricks in Bali | Poets Should Have Standards | Why My Monty Python Audition Was Unsuccessful | Bipolar Fragments | Playful Shoelace Ha Ha Ha | The Laws of War | Hip Hooray | The Americanisation of Australia | Bipolar Mania's Two-Edged Sword | Dedication to the Rose of WOL | Poet's Blight | Manson – The Smell of Evil | McMansions | It's Sunday in the UK | Brothel Planning (just a thought) | Jungle Law | I Am Your Master, You Are My Slave | The Cult of Cosmic Buzz | First Efforts at New-Age Poetry | Resow | Boris Has a Problem | Gloria Laura Vanderbilt | This Aussie Rhymer. What Are We Gonna Do? | Biggo's In My Dictionary |

Dark coffee sugar

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Blacked out bean water, liquid lucidity 
The city sees both sides of us, undressed emotion
We're constantly in motion, flung forward
Violent in our boredom, brooding over broken brooms
Our tombs will be made of limestone, come home prodigal son
Come undone around the seams and scream into the nothing
Life is blushing, in her youth, soon extracted, rotten tooth
Corpses in the kissing booth, ...

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Also by Patrick Kennon:

Burning Thyme | Autopilot Breathing | Green star cluster | Tilehorns and a hundred flies | Hyacinth | Dizzy | Bimaculoides | Red shift, blue shift | Marlboro 27 100s | Dandelions | Pockets full of posies | Seppuku | Lemon seeds | Trashtruck bhat | VA pill bottle | Lucky | Origami hawks | Newport 100 Bugs | White Krylon | Lantana Lights | Frayed knot | Grasshopper music | Spider strider | Her | Cauterized wire heart | Where did we go? | The moon is shooting lightning bolts | Eyelash Feather |

Total lunar eclipse

Totality in suffering,

The benign do come true,

After the storm.

 

Ghosts writhe in place,

And the melancholy gets to me,

At times.

 

Fathered in the delinquent,

And fostered in shadows,

Of the grave soon to be.

 

Ghost be gone,

This trumpet sounds,

Seeing to be once again.

 

Part of the symphony

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Also by Adrian Metcalf:

Walk in the shadow of the lamb | Fantasia and african islands | The other side |

Lots

Slowly pulling myself up the cliff

Each inch closer to contentment 

It's what I want,  I swear 

I feel so bare

The darkness swimming to the surface

Soaking my skin

I'm beginning to forget 

That there's an end

It's not what I want

I want to float

This isn't my boat 

I don't get a boat

It's all sour, anyway

This lost poem

Left me alone in my head

Forgot t...

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Delusions of Grandeur

How can you adore me one day

and forget I exist the next? 

Was I just another notch 

in your belt? 

Why can’t you see that your world is 

darker without me,

the one who loves you 

unconditionally. 

Someday it will all make sense.

Meanwhile, I’ll keep convincing myself

you still care.

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https://youtu.be/kjkc7A5XoWk

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Also by Vautaw:

Spanish Rose | Go for the Glow | Third Eye Blind |

addictiondelusionslovemental illnessrelationships

Kim

I'm going on a road trip

With my bestest friend

The greatest times I've had with her

And this won't be the end

We've been together for so long

Friends Forever, True and Strong

Without her

     my life

          would be so dim

My very bestest,

                 bestest friend

                             My one and only

                                           ...

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

A Cog in the Works | The Nature of Things | Another Happy Tuesday | Searching | Dirty Little Secret | My Catalyst | Don't Sell Your Soul Part I (re-post) & Part II | Trouble | Whoa |

Les Miserables

Les Miserables

O Les Miserables, for short Les Mis,
Must be the greatest show there is.
It is one that should not be missed,
As it evokes all feelings that do exist

It contains much hope but can be tragic,
But it amazes just like magic.
It talks of justice and of redemption.
It is gripping and full of tension.

We witness the struggles of Jean Val Jean,
Who is given the number - 246...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Sherlock Holmes | Mozart | Heat Wave | Karma | Beethoven | Poetry and Me | The Sun | Indiana Jones | Feelings | Nottingham | James Boswell | Jack Nicholson | Personality | Time | Trust | Philosophy for today | The Story of Our Lives | Summertime | Autumn | Drink | Geniuses | Sweet Contentment | Egalitarianism | Obsession (OCD) | Depression | Trying Times | My Wishes | Friendship | To Harbour a Feeling | Nature |

Les MiserablesMusicalsShowsStuart Vanner

Lara

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Lara

 

Look deep in her eyes,

you will see

The deepest of love,

There can ever be. 

She is loyal and sweet

Loves every treat. 

She loves to play,

Will even sit and stay.

Before she came I lost all purpose,

She gives me strength,

She gives me purpose,

She is my friend,

We are a special blend. 

Taking away loneliness,

Cuddled up for coziness.

She pr...

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WHEN HITLER BROUGHT THE HOUSE DOWN

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(First he asked the President to dissolve the Reichstag. Then he banned opposition parties.  Finally he introduced the Enabling Act to allow him to by-pass the Reichstag)

 

The crowds they cheered him joyously

“With one great leap we will be free”

It was the start of things to be

When Hitler brought the House down.

 

“Let’s end all this procrastination”

Spake the volk of ha...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE DYSON AIRBLADE | ARTIFICIAL INSEMINATION | TRIG'S BROOM | BORN TOO LATE | THE SLASH APRON | RITES OF PASSAGE | THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN | THE TATTOOED LADY | "FOR THESE" SAID THE FATHER "ARE THE THINGS A BOY SHOULD KNOW" | SITTING NEXT DOOR TO BORIS | A WOMAN'S RIGHT TO CHOOSE |

GIVING A HAND

Artistry and craft can take many forms,

But I can readily understand

The sheer skill and expertise required

To re-attach a man's severed hand.

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

CHANCE? | OPTIMUM OPTIMISM | THE SHRINE OF WHINE | CREDO | BRING ME SUNSHINE | REPEAT AFTER ME | THE GLOBAL MEDIA |

Holes

Holes

 

I’ve dug too deep and a reckless fork

has struck guts and gore

with a piercing hiss:

the smothering stink of dog remains.

I quickly cover a forgotten cadaver

but memory fastens upon the odour

and tugs me along again:

a guide-dog for the blind rejected

for showing fear when near traffic,

and a discomposing habit

of staring at the heavens. 

Neither trai...

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Bus Aik Mai Nahi! (Urdu)

Khamoshi se koi khusbu ko faila de…

Rotey bhilaktey dilo ko behla de…

Dhadkano ko chupke se kehla de…

Zindagi jiyo apne andaaz se… kehti, bus aik mai nahi!

 

Kaaley dilo ki mehfil me wo safedposh…

Ranjish nahi kisi se bus josh-o-kharosh…

Hone wale hote hai uss dekh-dekh behosh…

Badey pyaar se wo jaati hai chhu… kehti, bus aik mai nahi!

 

Badalo ke jaisi wo, alag hi ha...

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Also by ai ou:

Meiz Se Parheiz (Urdu) | Yellow Divinity |

urdu poetry

City Eyes

Concrete faces

Open their eyelids

And I take a look inside

Into a life that is not my own.

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Also by Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo:

I Once Made Sadness My Home | Pressure | Disappointment |

City life

Black Jack

Pack the haversack Jack and hang it slack on the scatback,

Attack the track like a lightning crack all the way to the tamarack,

The Andoraks are in die back so don't backtrack to the black shack,

There's a carack on waters slack, with coin to hijack and bring back.

Ride bareback with your gripsack push hard through the hardhack,

Don't go offtrack with that knapsack or mess with its ...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

The Deity Screams | Stranger At The Hearth | Sitting On The Shores | A Childhood Nonsense Rhyme From Where I Was Born | I Hope | The Tempest | Sing Me To Sleep | Acceptance | Riffing On Divinity | Sentinel Of The ZZZZZ's |

The Written Word

I

Consider: 

Energy of thought is a palpable force

And must be expressed, shared.

Pointing and patting, grunting, jumping -

Pictures!

Have limitations in interpretation.

So Language evolves - a living 'thing'

Also much limited, but better.

 

We honour the Ancients, those storytellers and bards

For their individual voices.

Their passion , their knowledge.

Thei...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

La petite mort | Wood Pigeon | The Poetic Pit | To Smite! | SQUIRREL | Peek-a-Boo Blue | The Steepest Street In Town | Social Respect | Old People | 'She's a Prostitute' |

Smoke signals

theirs was a language of nuance,
of words neither spoken nor written
crafted by connection not possible to voice
sparks flew when their eyes met
birthing spotfires in the landscape
billowing smoke cloaking the words
and carrying them on the wind
like smoke signals

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Also by Kate G:

Meet me in Montana | The Ghost and the Chequerboard | Lost | Gentle activist | Sadness | Antipathy |

Blessed With A Curse -A Wretched Rhyme

There was a young lady whose nose

had the fragrance and shape of a rose!

But she was rather morose 

because everyone knows

that a person can't smell their own nose!

She crossed her eyes trying to look at it

which made her feel dizzy in a heartbeat!

Alas, she couldn't see it

and nor could she smell it

She couldn't even spell it!

All maudlin "Oh the irony!" she'd cry.

...

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Also by Mae Foreman:

Argument For The Sake Of The Argument | My Better 3/4 | The Burden of Man- A Ghazal | Divine Sacrifice | Appeasement | Well Enough | M15tak3s- A Whateverette |

Labyrinthine thoughts

Trying to find solace in

the confinement of our

solitary minds.

No physical straight jacket

restrains our limbs,

only a mental labyrinth,

turning each corner,

to be further trapped

inside a prison

of our own design.

Held like the minotaur,

are we to be sacrificed

to this beast?

who is our Theseus?

who will be our saviour?

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minotaurtheseus

Phoney Life

Everyone's looking at their phone

Social media

Apps to luv ya

Apps to feed ya

 

Checking info

Gathering data

Texting friends

C U L8r

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Also by Brian Maryon:

Fair Play | Guttersnipe | 3D Printing | Chicken Vindaloo and how it led to the change of lifestyle and eventual demise of Dr. Patel |

30 Pounds

This same poem is also in my biography. Its the one I hold dear to my heart.

                                          30 Pounds

I still remember laying in the fucking tub

holding my head because it was bleeding he

wasnt facing me so he couldn't see it.

He was still having a fit till he heard me say my head hurts it's

bleeding.

My lip was busted I had bruises all over me

bl...

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Icarus at the Beach

At 12, I rode my first dirt bike.
Don’t go too far, he said as he
Helped me coordinate the clutch
And throttle and set me down
The beach. I could have turned.
In theory, it should have been easy
On a flat and empty beach,
But what does a boy with this
Kind of power for the first time
Know about turning back?

No one had explained this part,
And I just held on and kept
Twisting the thr...

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Also by Randy Horton:

Momentary Bliss |

Ghazalit

Bunch of shit, it...

wish I could quit it

 

Sucking in wind, it...

try to unhit it

 

Burning all round, it...

find what is lit, it.

 

Bitterness fills it...

trying to spit it.

 

Greediness grabs it...

wanting to split it.

 

Stealing from time, it...

the law is writ it.

 

Writhing in pain, it…

teeth on the bit, it.

 

Coming apart, it...

...

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Also by Adam Rabinowitz:

Skylight | If Pessimistically Hopeful | Safe Space | Sound of Rain | Everybody is Writing Love Poems so Here's a Country Song. | Compost | The Times...Are They a Changin? | Parting | Room for Regret | Summer's End | Good Night Moon...not that book. | Pronoun | Olympic Mountains | Desert Landscape | Dedication Page | Travel | Upon Hearing of an ICE Raid: we want the country back | Thank You | Consequence - A Sestina | Weightless | A Question | Dance |

second wind

My vitality feels resuscitated with every breathe we share

two halves of a heart

you are the oxygen that pumps, vestibule, pair of consonance heartbeats

bounce off the walls.

we jump up and down hand in hand

your touch warms through and lights a fire inside and around

sound mind when your whisper incites a riot

the night is charged, god particles in the air.

our souls dance...

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Also by Shawn Garcia:

Tranquility |

beautybreathehappinesslifelovelove makingnaturepoempoetryrelationshipsspiritualspirituality

It's A Kind Of Madness

I can see nothing appealing

In hanging upside down from a ceiling,

 

Or flying around at the dead of night,

Trusting to sonar instead of to sight,

 

And as for sucking blood from cattle or sheep,

Or people's extremities while they're asleep,

 

I can't think of anything worse,

It's absolutely perverse.

 

No, the more I consider the evidence,

The more I speak w...

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Also by branwell kent:

I've Got Some Good News And Some Bad News | Oh Dear | The Separation | If Only | An Annoying Riddle | The Things We Do To See Each Other Naked | The End Of The Affair | An Everyday Poem | The Youngest Son Wins Again |

A melody of love

Breathing on your skin
your body my canvas
with every brush of
my rosy lips,
the sound of 
my voice,
a melody of my
... love
 a never ending
... passion 
for you ...

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Also by Alta H Mabin (Ally):

A morning kiss | Evidence of pain | One day | A river of memories | Inside my soul | Darkness and a pretty smile | Dance with me | Dandelion | Memories of you | Right here |

lovepassion

Fading

Memory fades

like footprints ‘cross the beach

rinsed by relentless tides

to pass beyond my reach

 

and where are you

my fast forgotten dream

passed on to pastures new

like dead leaves on a stream

 

that paradise

an idyll lost in time

extinct in but a trice

a broken paradigm

 

evanescent

pale ghost in morning mist

a shade no longer present

as if...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

School’s Out | Imagination | The Bean Sí’s Cry |

Ska'd for life.

I wasn't born in 1969

but when i hear the music i feel just fine
that infectious Jamaican brassy beat
with my docs on i start to move my feet
what is this music i hear you calling from afar?
that my friend is Bluebeat or two tone ska
the braces are on, am shaving my hair
working on that rudeboy stare
but tonight they be no fights 
as i'm out there jamming to the skatilites!

bob wasn'...

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Also by Keiron Higgins:

Blackpool | Rebellion festival closer |

heritageJamaicaMusicpunk poempunk poetry

this house

this house is just a comfortable box

to hold my clothes, my shoes, my socks

it keeps me warm and safe at night

my shady cave when the world's too bright

yes, it's a place i can be off-guard

to hide my pain when life gets hard

it's a place i'm allowed to scream and shout

but i don't want to be safe now

                                               i want to go out

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Also by Eiren Water:

listen... | and i begin to fade | & love & need & love & need... | Tried, I did. | I said to him one afternoon... | story time |

U-Bahn

In winter
Cave dragons’ cold breaths
The sliding serpents’ squeal
With open mouths welcoming

Carriage cars cradle
Quiet commuters
Go gently gliding
Songs and stories surround

Bodies passing brusquely
Eyes revealing nothing seen
In one shell into another husk
Awash in this subroutine

A system of total trust
The riders’ code of honor
Amused or brought to tears
Beside peculiar hy...

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