Poetry Blogs (Aug 2019)

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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 |




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 - 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:


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 |


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! |

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 |


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:


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* |


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 |



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I've just invented

a new cocktail:


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


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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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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
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 |


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.


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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 |


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(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 |

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 Alita Moore:

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


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 


Someday it will all make sense.

Meanwhile, I’ll keep convincing myself

you still care.



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Also by Vautaw:

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

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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 | Drink | Geniuses | Egalitarianism | Obsession (OCD) | Depression | Trying Times | My Wishes | Friendship | To Harbour a Feeling | Nature |

Les MiserablesMusicalsShowsStuart Vanner


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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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(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:



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:





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



Energy of thought is a palpable force

And must be expressed, shared.

Pointing and patting, grunting, jumping,


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.


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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 |



War worsens

The life of not one’s

Tens, hundreds or thousands,

But by billions and trillions.


Battle is not

Betel to test

Rather bitter in test,

This kills core

And punishes more.


It is not a solution

To any problem,

Rather puts in conflict

Complexes the blame.


Shows their muscle power

Tussle their heads to win over,

Never see the ...

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Also by ajay kumar sahoo:

WONDER | A Follower’s Failure | THE ECHOING GREEN | agony |

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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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


My lip was busted I had bruises all over me


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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 |


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 |



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



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 |

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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 |


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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It's three o'clock

Too tired to rock

But sleep a distant dream

I'm sure by five

I'll feel alive

All primp if not that preen

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Also by Bon Darcy:

An Upgrade is Available |

The Memory of You

I felt the sunrise that was the warmth of your face,

But even in the heat my tears felt the same

Burned too hot so even the ice gave chase

And still I can remember your name


I listened for the whisper that would remind,

But even the ocean fell silent tonight

City lights make the stars hard to find

And still you remain hidden from sight


I waited by the shore beside...

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Also by Heart of Lead:

Clickity Clack |


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I'm posting this following a conversation I had with the botanist John Parker (Director, Cambridge University Botanic Garden, 1996-2010) after a public reading from the book Deciphering Ancient Minds: The Mystery of San Bushman Rock Art by David Lewis-Williams and Sam Challis (Thames & Hudson, 2012). The South African San "bushmen" and their culture are a particular interest of John's, and we brie...

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A Sharp Intake

Realisations are sometimes horrific.

The empty biscuit tin, the final scrape 

of butter. The dirty penny from the jar.


Breath, when taken deeply, will

dislodge truths that were stuck

and locked, if we slowly exhale.


The way the men held me down 

and entered me that night, or the

last time you said you loved me. 

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Also by Ralph Dartford:

Onset | The Paint Stained Screamer (after David Hockney) | What Thought Did |

Watching for the beavers

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Out in the dull gold gloaming

past drowsy horses in cool wet grass

leaning on ancient mossy walls

of a long gone castle

looking down on the peat dark river

in still pools far below

with caramel colour foam

where rocks oppose its flow

the little burn gurgling gleefully

as it joins its older brother


a secret place - no roads or tracks

fishermen discouraged by st...

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I wonder now what sin is worse

As we destroy this fragile earth

Who should we condemn the most? Who curse?

The careless or he who cares not for its worth?


When we misfile our plastic waste

Do we sin more than those who double wrap;

When we buy packaged goods in daily haste

Is it our fault we fall into the plastic trap?


And when we recycle those plastic trays


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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Mnemosyne  |

coralsdestruction of oceansearthethicsfishgovernmentoceanspackagingplasticsrecyclingturtles

Ceaseless Traffic


The noise is traffic and it is ceaseless.
Turn back where lies your sleeping angel
enveloped in silence.
Her hand unconsciously entwines with yours.
She is the one to lead you through
olive, myrtle, laurel groves.
You with the narrative; she and her elixir;
when both are lost and mists clear 
you'll find a forever home, 
perched beside bluest sea. Crystal air
upholds gulls a-floatin...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

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

Today in this 21st Century

Today I pull up the drawbridge

My domain

My castle

None may enter


Today I go to the mountain

My niche

My cave

None may find me


Today I commune with nature

My forest

My seashore

None may follow


Today I bid adieu for a while

My freedom

My retreat

None may know


Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet (from Beyond Poetry) www.deanfrasercentral...

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Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:

ARE YOU READY? | Talking to Myself | Supermarket | EVE? |


its not about seeing whats inside 

when it's locked with white lies 

it's about giving up your ground 

to a fall giving a blink of a rise 


to no highs and downs 

to straight lines 

to watching skies being found 

to question generations aligned 


countless walks 

wont lead you to new lands 

sometimes you need to stalk 

rivers with no ends 


even omni...

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U R The Wise

This is for the jaded,

Usually the most hated, with pain so deep and nobody to confide in.

Searching til frustrated

Determined to appear so bright eyed.

Reply yet never applies.

Realizing that all flesh & sould must divide. 

I share only words of encouragement, due to my acceptance as being a member of the other side. 

So to say- WE are the Wise

We must learn to understand ...

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Self Loathing’s Song

I am applauded for my supposed talents and works. Can’t they see these talents and works are nothing more than self-loathing’s reign over me.

Her quiet whispers are boundless as she drenches my ear with invectives and affirms my triviality.  Her voice has become a familiar melody that serenades my mind and her song confronts anyone who challenges her position. 

I attempt to war against her w...

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Also by Amy Parady:

Beautifully Broken | Self-Loathing’s Song |


The Mystery Of Suffering


Howl with lacerations and bleed the cheap absurdity of living. A moment of life like the sweetness of decay just before it turns putrid. 

I have just one thing to say. 

Leaving just means I'll always be behind you.

Recklessly I wreck myself. I live the thrill of destroying the body and mind. Spite as ecstasy a kind of drunken abandon.

My wine has femented with a destruction so lou...

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Also by Daniel Reuben King:

Fragments "Unto The Kingdom Of Perpetual Night" | Fragments "Learning To Drown" | Fragments "Lost But Not Known Yet" | Fragments "The Procreation Of Space" | Fragments "I See You Swimming In The Canvas Of Closed Eyes." | Fragments "She Pulls Away The Fabric Of My Flesh" | Fragments "To Undo And In Undoing To Become" | Fragments "Falling Into Form" | Fragments "The Desire Of Ghosts" |


Sophie's Moon

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Outside the Atlantic rolls gently among the pebbles on the beach

Inside an unsettling tide of turmoil clamours for calming oils


In the street, in the warm night air, all seems at ease

Leaning on the bar, Sophie lifts her eyes to scan the horizon


Tied up to the quayside, boats bob easily, tethered securely in place

On the dance floor, anchored together, mermaids find safe h...

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On A Horse With No Name

I will wake up tomorrow and start my day

start my day in the same way

I shell be driven by the force of love I have for my daughters

I shell create 

my manifestations will be strong with your force

Of course

There lyes direction


The resolving issue


As a child I knew


Until I held you


with freedom I've seeked


Your manife...

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She pushed her pram and lit a fag

She pushed her pram and lit a fag,

Her skin wrinkled and her cheeks did sag.

Baby's lungs filled up with smoke,

Coughing and spluttering ready to choke.

Her phone rang and gave her a start,

As to the cigarette counter she did dart.

She ignored the ring and switched it off,

Baby in pram continued to cough.

Twenty cigarettes she did buy,

Baby in pram continued to cry. 


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Also by hugh:

Double delight of mother's twin expectation | Fred's Dilemma | Celebration | Slow down you drive to fast! | Paralytic Patrick |

We Can’t Breath

Can somebody please help us?

We are inhabitants of planet earth

We have been around for a very long time

But we can’t breath


Some of us are humans, others not so

We need oxygen, food, clean air and water

Some of our friends live under the water

But we are all finding it harder to breath


There is an enemy who has also been 

an ever present in our world 


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Also by Rick Varden:

Ranting Reg | Naturally Innate | Rumours | Rats | My Kind of Life |


The horizon stretches

to infinity as cerulean sky

meets ultramarine:

the sky embraces the sea with a kiss,


and I feel as though I must soon melt

into the foaming, salty waters

trickling through my toes.

The sun beats harshly upon the crown of my head,


and my skin prickles,

droplets of moisture surfacing

amongst the bloom of heat on my cheeks.

I inhale the...

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Also by Jill Ashforth:

Reverie’s Garden | Flor de Mai | Rainbows Of Hope | Bach’s Preludes And Fuges | The Time Traveller | Echoes | The Cat Who Forgot How To Miaow | Bodies | Doorways |


...Within Garments...

Residents in my head of hawthorn and wool. Fleshly cloudy constellation. You are here as a stellar palette of scars. Does the eternal womb and catacomb divide doorways, when my body is gravel...The fire within my tongue; swool?


Curtains of things blatantly unbeheld.

My vision holds your body tonight.

The stone cracked open.

Overtones of nonexistence.

Intangible silk draped betw...

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Also by Mimi:

...Their Souls... |

The Plains of Babylon

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They gather on the plains of Babylon.

“It's party-time dear friends!”, the invite reads.

“Let's shake it down and cross the Rubicon.”

“A stairway up to heaven is our need.”

The plots they thicken, artful plans are honed.

They build their zigurrat to breach the blue.

Bizarre bed-fellows meet and greet, combine

In shifting shapes to overthrow the throne.

“Rise up! Throw down...

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Also by afishamongmany:

(Remembering The Screwtape Letters by C.S.Lewis) Urgent Memo from High Command | Dogs and Decadence | Spectator? Participator? Instigator? |


kim chi 840 (08/25/2019)

drams dript in ductal work 
forced to come out where they don't belong 
staining the untreated woods:
cedar bearing witness 
drained languid 
and hollow 
in the vacuum of a needle. 

months pass like days
 the same as hours the same as 

tho as sweet as sleep may be 
ive never been more tired 
static hanging beneath my eyes 
in long and loping waves
(90.9, music t...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

cleft (08/12/2019) | witness bourne (Ray Charles Jr, 08/09) |

KL sleep static unkillable lost lost lost

Time travels

Three little sparrows came across my way

Church bells ringing in the air of dust and speed

as the night falls into the day

and the fall whispers to the heat of the city


Time travels

The sparrows turn into light

when they leave the ground

and start their flight

Life unravels

at the crossing of darkness and bright


I follow the birds

The smoke of a finished ...

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Where is the magic?

We all start out knowing magic.

We are born with hurricanes and whirlwinds,

oceans and galaxies inside us.

We are able to sing to birds and read the clouds

and see the destiny in grains of sand.

But we have forgotten the magic

and we feel without compass, alone and desperately,

only selfishness, only pain, fear and darkness.

But, magic of love has nev...

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Also by alexis karpouzos:



Wake the dead!

Don't scream so loud,you'll wake the dead

I'd rather that they stayed in bed!

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Also by Zoëlla:

The move | Sleep paralysis' defence | Shots fired | Shots fired |

Missing Life

She sits on her lonely bed
with a cigarette in her hand
She feels the acid in her belly
and sweat across her forehead
Missing the pictures on the wall
and the happy days gone by
Thoughts run through her head
and sorrow fills her heart
Missing the painted dreams
she is lost in her world
Bearing the old burdens
and scars that won't heal
Taken by the mist of her pain
she longs for better...

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Cat Beats Gecko

 new poem

Cat Beats Gecko

and her skin is translucent as I
Will her into being, so many
planets that numbers
transcend like five eyes
blinking for the last time…


… there is an island where more horrrors
than you could humanly conceive occur, are
occurring this very moment but
draining a swamp is a lot 
more dangerous than you think;
for the lizards come out dry and snappin...

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How do I love? (Part 2)

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How do I love?
Wondered the struggling eyes,
As sun's rays reached the pale face,
Into another morning of inquiry,
Whether to carry on or linger,
From, perhaps, a hope for two souls,
That had no home,
Wandering around,
Looking and searching,
For, if haven was impossible,
At least a shelter to thrive on,
But to only provide what it needs,
One must let go,
A sacrifice,
For hope to live...

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#peacehomelifelife's choiceslove

Ladies and gentleman we're not even in space, no need to rush in

I’m sorry that I can’t bring myself to like the stories from the book you’ve been reading,
in all honesty all I can see are empty words that are misleading.
Late night arguments,
and even later apologies,
could this really be the pinnacle of conflicting ideologies.

Brown sugar coated lies,
wearing a sweet disguise,
frowned upon by the broken,
unspoken truths,
trapped behind those beauti...

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Catch & Release

Again – 

The Door.



there was no answer.


I cross – 

dust behind;

stain hath followed.


Forgive Me.

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Also by Chaz Allen:

Cataclysm | Butterfly | Bound | Birth:Death | 3 a.m. |


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Observe dear, the way August hides
it's luminescence,
absorbs it's magic through the veins of our town,
going back in time, conquering places,
searching for the last tone to catch
the sound.

And it looks like we were here before,
and it looks like we are still part of
one whole,
this lifestyle blew us out of control,
all that we left,
hidden tattoos on our soul.

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Also by Dragan Bozilov:

Baltimore | Escape |

life writinglove poetrypoetry eventwriting

O Sleep,O Dreams !

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How good our cosy sleep !

How good!

The burning smell does not bother


The roomfreshners are doing their jobs.

ok,we need not heed their problems.

We just sleep.

Nightmares are our friends.

Dreams are dead letters.

Hush!We are sleeping.

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Celebration Day |


At least at the last chance saloon

You might be able to rest easy for a while

Maybe have a drink or two

Listen to good music


In this den of no hopers

Desperate prayers fly up

Dreams come crashing down

And all that's left is another gamble


The one armed-bandit turned slowly

Into a whole new ball game


The odds were fixed on the screens

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I sent my invitation 

to the voices in my head

Then emptied out my mind

to weigh on what they said


I’m musing my responses

I thought I would be fine 

But I’m falling out of kilter

at least one step behind 


I’m standing where I should be

But it’s empty space and time

And nowhere is a place 

Where there is no paradigm 


So is this a destination  


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My Parents Went To Cancún

you got a shiny new bike

all I ever got was love


doing headstands on a mountainside

all I ever got was love


in a world of shiny things 

you’ve gone insane 


maybe I can help you with this 

in my own way 


you want everything 

all I ever got was love 


past the point of embarrassing 

when jungles are burning up


and you’re spinning in yo...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

We're on the co-pay | What doesn't work as a lesson | When were we? | Strangers | Everything's a metaphor | Crying | Boring History Shit | Enormous Doubts | Unproven Theories | Have you become this |

Let the wind free

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Let the wind free

Where 'er you may be

Church or Chapel

Let it rattle

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Searching for socratic inspiration

pen craves poetic appetite

emotional sunbeams golden moments

first taste not enough.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

The Ambush |

Hungry for more

To Know Her

I believe if we knew love as more than four letters,

perhaps when we met her, we would let her stay.


I belive when we all know her on a first name basis,

she will still somehow look like hundreds of faces.


I believe that where love is,

there healing also dwells.

In the little house that is so often driven by.


The very thing that hurt me, healed me.


So I ...

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Even when the skies are forecast,

your unwavering presence

puts my heart at ease.


Though I may not see,

I can certainly feel

you are there.

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symphony of love

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Shallow brains,gather loniness.Fear brings about a weak soul.we were one but you made us two....

Close your eyes and cry me a tune,,for you miss me but i never think of you.

Maybe i'm over thinking,or maybe its you,,maybe everything you talked about could be true.

Sometimes you never know what to expect ,sometimes it recks your inside.There is a space where a heart once belonged.

My fi...

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Also by Blackrose:

The wrong step toward things? | Insanity? | My tea cup? |


"Mom, the day I grow up,

I will earn lot of money

and will gift you all the luxury." 

A kid promised his mother,

seeing her in old faded saree.

Kid grew up,

earned lot of money,

but forgot his promise. 



All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems

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Also by Ankita Srivastava:

Me and my poetries❤️ | Storm and sunshine | Tale of tiny wings |

War like Tracy

war like shining light exalted one
person of power she is one
never a nemesis too far from home
but always protected
never alone
no unfinished battle
left un Faught
no wasted battles
at war she was taught
war like mother
repetition of name
from the strongest of wombs
comes stronger again
although her title stages a fight
right in the middle a shining light
this says it all to me she...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

Joe | Laurel tree victorious bright sea(laura) | Sister | Put the fire out | Extra Large Sized Men's Padded Hooded Parker |

best friendtracy

I hope I taught my children enough





With age, I can’t help wondering.

If I taught my children, enough.

Teaching them what they need to know

To get through their day-to-day life.


Like being respectful to all they meet.

Saying thank you, please and bless you

To friendly strangers they greet.

Teaching them kindness, I hope will be enough.


I hope it’s enough to teach them patience.


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Also by Belinda Sue Kiser:

A Destiny Divine | Ocean City Marland | Did You Know I Have Cancer | Hurricane Sandy | Patience |

Heart To Heart

What comes from the heart, 

goes to the heart.

Every word uttered and

every thought, thought.

It always ends where it starts. 

Every piece given, 

is always replenished. 

Like water to a river,

Love flows through our veins, 

ever changing,

yet still remains.    


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Also by DeVaughn:

No Conspiracy |


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Death rolling on the stone, Joy been washed away by water, Laughing and tolling beneath the underground. **** The devil is a mammalian attropods, Catching the angel of steadfastness, Romancing her to cum in God's presence. **** The evil has befall on the great land of the pose, Attacking the luminating light of gloom; blaming the angels of gloom to gave birth to an angel of darkness. ***...

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Also by Rays Chinonyerem Chinwendu:


Contusion Blues

Have I caught a cold?
I can feel it in my bones
this hollow sense that I can’t shake
when I gauge the current state

Newspaper, newspaper
you’re not paper anymore
and it’s not news
just the inevitable unfolding
an unstoppable rolling
towards flag waving
a dismantling, dividing
dis-united kingdom

This news, this news
gives me contusion blues…

Politics is broken, democracy’s a jok...

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Also by Tom Alexander:

We Were Beautiful | Don't Look And It Won't Hurt |

bleakcolddemocracymodern lifenewspoliticssicknessukus


I'm sorry for inviting myself I just wanted to spend more time with you
And if I'm in your way I'll stand in the corner and wait for you

Now I'm sorry to be a bother but do you think I can have some water
To wash away my insecurities but I know you'll give them back to me

I don't know what you want from me but I just want your company
Find what you're looking for and take it all from me


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Also by Nick:

Dejection. |



 sorry ; to the hearts I abused '

The lies i told , and those I used.

The pain I caused and tears I made fall,

These deep;  I'm sorry's  : goes out to all.


 A child thats growing,  will make mistakes

Until one day:  knowledge;  will take it's  place .


Without wrongs ' there are no rights

Without struggles ' there are no fights. 


No longer a child : yet mistak...

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Also by Lysa d:

You're power |

A Love So Deep, I Can Not Sleep

A love so deep, I can not sleep.

Forever awake in a bliss, endless dream

I guess my thoughts are yours to keep.


Alone again, I tried counting sheep

But even in the dark empty you brightly gleam

A love so deep, I can not sleep


Even as I make my fearful leap,

I see you, in the peaceful stream.

I guess my thoughts are yours to keep


It’s been so long I can’t h...

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love poempoemvillanelle


I struggle greatly with the idea that I am inconsequential.
That I am but a flash in the lives of those whom I cherish.

It takes not but a moment for me to be convinced that my time in their hearts has expired.
Yet several lifetimes could pass, and I would still fear the day my nightmarish internal prophecy would be realized.

The warmth of someone’s love confuses...

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My Haikus from the trip to Switzerland

The engine’s soft hum,

Out of the dawn-lit window,

Snowy jagged peaks


— Descending to Geneva, early morning local time





Endless stairs spiraling up

Tomb of ancient stone


— Saint Piere Church Geneva, South Tower

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Also by Kwan Srijomkwan:

Chocolates |



Her light is fading slowly

But the memories which made us one

Will burn brightly in my heart

Until forever ends

There are no guarantees

Only the inevitable

I may lose the shell which surrounds her

But her essence will always be

The other half of me.

Our souls will be

Entwined, inseparable

As long as memory endures

Surely sadness will...

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His name was Sam

But he was always known as Samsez

He spoke of himsen in the third person

If Sam was gunna do summet,

He wun’t say “I’m gunna do summet”

He’d say “Sam’s gunna do summet”

Annoying or what?

That’s just the half of it

He began each sentence with the word Samsez

So it’d go

“Samsez… Sam’s gunna do summet”

His sad tales took ...

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Cityscapes (Alien Buddha Press, 2019)

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My first poetry collection has been published by Alien Buddha Press. It can be purchased here

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poetry collections

The Choice

Death, dying, passing, departure, dissolution

The fear of the end, but why

For some the end is the only answer

For some the darkness is the light

For some it is the saving grace from the hell of the light

This world can be so cruel, so cold, so unfair

For some the only answer is a bottle, a pill, a blade

Those are the people we push away, we judge, when they may not have found...

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