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Tony

To whom it may concern

you know just who you are

the one I craved affection from

but we fought like in a war

little did I know then

your inner demons and battles

had I been aware, so different 

life would be, to me maybe life would matter

im sorry for the torment

From my end, and any pain

i may have caused and it 

couldnt have helped when 

i’d Find ways to compl...

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Also by Christine Elizabeth:

You win |

A Green Planet

A Green Planet

 

War has been declared on all fossil fuels

The planet must be protected at all costs

Too little, too late

For centuries we have littered the world

It has been used and abused

Ocean beds are covered with sunken ships

Unexploded ordinance lies deep in the soils of many lands

Chemicals have scarred the home of humanity

Fish grow into grotesque mutations b...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Let them be.... | Daylight Robbery | Latent Talent | Do me in.... | Drawing in.... | The Final Act | An Autumnal Rhapsody | Down Memory Lane | An Ancient Language | A Moment in Time | The End | My Other.... | She Died Recently........ | Our Destiny | A Spiritual Home | Needless Burdens | The Final Blast | He Stepped Inside |

Mandy's Girl

 

Listen, 
should a mermaid you befriend advise you-
trim your sails for home.
Let the irresistible force 
meet the immovable object.
Never mind who is who, right or wrong;
seagulls aim for both the same.

Let's hope rainbows from teardrops reveal
that power residing in simple things:
your quiet word above the roar,
your face in the aperture.
The seal imprinted on your heart
you'll...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

These Times And Others | Next  | Wakey, Wakey | The Future Is Another Country | Power In The Eyes | Quiz On Greek Gods |

NationalPoetryDay

The Darkness

Darkness, something as a child we learned to fear. 

I would call my mom into my room to check for monsters in my closet or under my bed but, I soon realized the monsters weren’t under my bed or in my closet they were laying next to me in my bed. 

I reach for you for safety and you weren’t there, you left me in the dark searching for a new monster to comfort me while I slept in the pitch bla...

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Also by Makayla Chavez:

Mountains | The things in the bottom of my purse |

Invisible Driver

On hearing driverless cars witll be on the road by 2021, a bit of poetical flash fiction....

No foot

On the pedal

No hand

On the

Brake

Was this

Driverless Journey

The last one

They'd take?

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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Wake up | Ordinary Magic | Stitched Up! | Compare Despair | Maui on my mind | Blind Date | Autumn's Last Leaf | The High Priestess | 3 Little Pigs | Snakes & Ladders | Hourglass | Hope | Bumblebee | Friday 13th | Bridge Of Forgiveness | Older | Selfie Obsessed | The Magician | Climate Change | Her Dog's Voice | Mixed Messages | Bad Brexit Romance | Poetic Pianist | Woven song titles | Never serious, Never settled | Warrior of Spirit |

Carsjourneyunknown

Savages

For all me life I have been living among 'em:  savages. savages in suits.

Now they are becoming increasingly loathsome to me.

As a kid in bed I was alone, like a boat afloat in the sea.

Spotted land? Savages abound, in the suburbs, in the town

Savages abound.

Cultivating selfishness, meanness and spite.

Their unholy trinity: y've made yer bed, now lie on it,

spare the rod and ...

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Also by John E Marks:

Attachment disorder | Shalom Aleichem | Spectral | Frank | Go tell the Riverman. | MORNING GLORY | Homage to Nietzsche | The unregarded | The rags of time | Stormy Autumn Day | Time's fool | Who the hell can see forever? | Sister poem | An adamantine distress | For Al-Mu'tamid (Seville, 1040-95 Christian Era) | Lotus flower | Final solution | Victorian Gin Palace | Bobbins |

The Monster

The Monster came out of the deep dark cave.
It ate everyone but me.

The following day the Monster once again came out of the deep dark cave.
It ate everyone but me.

The next day the Monster emerged from the deep dark cave.
It ate everyone but me.

For you see, I am the Monster.

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MonsterHalloweenScary

Untitled (stranger conversations)

“She was so tired most of the time she did not even pretend to feel anything.” - Joyce Carol Oates

He told me I’m supposed to be a ray of sunlight, but the only time I see the sunshine is when it rises, passing over my windshield and reflecting across my rearview mirror. I watch my life disappear behind me, dusty roads from a town I no longer know growing hazy in the distance behind ripples of ...

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Also by Emilia Callahan:

walls of glass |

Two-Part Harmony

 

is-

is not

is so-

is not

 

I'm right

you're wrong

my view is superior

yours is inferior

 

far left

far right

mine is better

by Far

 

split your peas

split the difference

no one's always right

no one's always wrong

 

balance

or fall off

the deep end

can we talk?

 

you might be right

if I listen

I might hear

Har...

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Also by d.knape:

Stock Market | Hearts As Good As Hers | Responding In Kind | Verger | The C-Word | There Comes A Time | Stray Thoughts | Traffic Cones | Love Is... | Put Some Clothes On | Goodbye Typewriter | Meatballs Tonight | Birds Of A Feather | IN fIELDS | Paying The Bills | BBQ | Unfriendly Skies | Hay | Bad Example | Buzz | Funny Face | No Comment | On A Roll | Busybodies | All These Aging Hippies | I Hear Freedom Singing | Our Fathers |

As The Sun Rises

I lay on a hard mattress curled in the foetal position,

wrapped in a chrysalis of darkness.

A fancy metaphor could not explain the meaning of life,

it had simply become irrelevant.

I had become so skinny that my skin was pulled

guitar string taut over aching bones,

that doctors had threatened to hospitalise me.

But now, allergic to life, my skin peeled at the thought of being.

...

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Also by Marina T:

Psychotic Girl |

mental healthmental health issuespoetry and mental health

Monday blues

My alarm clock beeps at 5 a.m.

Back to square one, I go again

An ungodly hour to start the day

But what to do? I've got bills to pay

No time for morning civilities

"Has anyone seen my friggin' keys?"

Stuck in traffic for almost an hour

Arrive at work in a mood quite sour

Phew! Just made it: it's five-to-eight

The boss glares at me: "You're bloody late!"

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Also by Chrystel Roberts:

I can't let go... | In living colour | Can't is a four-letter word | Ageless | IRREPLACEABLE | Numero Uno | Tomorrow is far away | My bad! | BLUE | Out of my head! | Hope Springs Eternal | Call me Rhett! | Huh??? | why i like Poets |

Tongue-in-Cheeker

Tongue-in-Cheeker

 

I am a tongue-in-cheeker

From down south Aussie way

You need to get to know me or

You could get led astray

 

I am an avid cheeker

(Or tonguer if you like)

The trouble is I bite them both

(Gives probs at open mic)

 

If you share my problem

Teeth getting caught in cheek

You'll know the agony, the pain

(Gosh this poem's weak)

 

I...

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Also by Don Matthews:

Haiku – Dribble Drabble | Addicted. So.... | Rock and Roll and Mobile Phones | Broken Woman Broken Thing | Hitler Phones Talking Cat | My SEND Problem | Lonely Typewriter Seeks Loving Home | Do You Post Your Child's Photo on Social Media? | Plastic Plastic | Yes Mr Trump | Shit! the Board are after me | Appalling | But Am I Crazy ? | Winston Where Have They Taken It ? | WOL Muse Bus Tour and Thalia (thankyou Philipos) | Banning Plastics | Where Are You My Publisher? | Our Master is a Slave Driver | Joni Mitchell 1969 | Mugabe's Dead | Wanna, Gonna, Sorta, Wot ? | If | Poet in Training 2017 | I Just Don't Get It? 1 & 2 | Americans Don't Understand English | WOL's Kiddie Kindergarten (today's lesson the letter J) | Maybe |

...I’m Tired...

I’m tired of unloving the forlorn root of the combustible star. Infancy of immediate wisdom.

Tell me how the air was sweet under the dew of agony feeling the light.

The heart; a rose trembling. The sky loves you with tears in innumerable cloud, condensing into streets.

I am tattered and torn; evaporating into red sleeves upon arms.

My dress sways like midnight on nights unhemmed.

Th...

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Piggy Puppy

Soft and warm like little pigs,

Belly warm and milky,

Tiny paws soft as velvet,

Wine gum nose

And beans for toes. 

Caterpillar tails with a tiny twist,

Thrashing and dashing,

Wriggling and dancing. 

Breath like popcorn,

Buttered and spiced. 

Little murmurs, squeaks and purrs,

Scratches, snuggles baby cuddles. 

Tiny needles line soft lips,

Claws like diamonds

...

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Also by Louise Clarke:

Find the Light |

Puppydognewborn

LOOK UP YOUR THWARTERS!

In years to come they'll probably talk about when

Some MPs got together, led by someone called Benn,

To put into play a wheeze they had planned,

Designed to make the government go cap in hand =

To plead for more time from the supranational EU

So the latter could keep telling us what to do!  

.......................................................................................

...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

IT'S A HEARTACHE THING - Country Lament | DECEIT AIN'T NEAT! | OLD POETS | PASSING THROUGH | AUGEAN STABLES | WEEPERS |

Untitled

Therapy’s been fine but it’s not fixing my problems.


Each week talking about something new, but we never actually solve them.

Mr. Joyce tells me I need to let my emotions pass through me.


But my emotions make me who I am, so I know I need to disagree.

My identity has always been important and, honestly, I identify as depressed.

That as well as anxious, lost, and always stress...

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Also by Gunnar Payn:

Burn |

depressionanxietystresssuicide

House of Cards

Did we ever stand a chance in a paper world

Where every fold, every tear really hurts

Creased and crumpled, a throw away line

Ripped and torn we limped over to mine

 

A tempestuous relationship, cruel and hard

We unravelled, fell apart, in my house of cards

 

A paper plane, an origami creation

Travelling light in a floating paper sensation

Tripping the light fantastic...

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Also by Rick Varden:

SLUG | Haiku Day 3 | Haiku Day 2 | Haiku Day 1 | Ode to an Evil Fracker | A Writers Life | Fanny Arlington |

New you, same canvas

When reinventing yourself 
Grab a colorful canvas.                                

A blank canvas                                                                      does not signify a new beginning.
It symbolizes complete erasure of what was and attempted to create to what is. 
A colorful canvas 
accepts what was and incorporates it into your is 
resulting in a new beautiful mistake. 

...

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Inner child

I have a  really little child inside me who wants her all the time and if she don't get it she cause all kinds of emotional havoc and chaos.           She wants to center of the attention all the time and if she not.                   She do best to make me misable.  So I try to tell her everyday.                    That she is in loving way that I am in charge and not her.                        ...

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Also by Julie La Rue:

Bunnies are magical |

emotions

TAKING SIDES

Flags

uniforms

alliances

defiances

causes of conflict

frustrations thereof

hopes for world peace

always out of reach

just autumn leaves

that served their purpose once

like silver tongues

sacrifices to the Gods.

Rallies

blind alleys

slave galleys pulling together

for the cause no-one can foresee

in the crows nest of my life

it all seems much of a m...

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Also by ray pool:

WHEN THE ALIENS COME | BY THE CANAL | PIPE DREAMS | PAST CONTENDERS | HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVE | THE CURSE OF A NON DRINKER |

Just for now

Just for now
I am enough

Cells
that come and go

Ripples
in the ocean

Grains
on the beach

Air
passing through

a snowflake
here and gone

the least and the most
cells ripples grains air

a snowflake
here and gone

I am enough
just for now.

f

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Also by Fred Nicholson:

Love | a Living Paradise |

Convoy To The Mekong.

       CONVOY TO THE MEKONG.

 

Forty trucks, one mile long.

Going down to the Mekong.

ACAVs at the front and back.

Just in case of a VC attack.

Six Gun Trucks are there too.

Spread out amongst the queue.

The convoy commander, in his gun Jeep.

Giving out orders to keep things sweet.

Engineers and Mechanics came along.

Just in case things go wrong.

 

Carrying s...

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Also by Mick Stewart:

The Real Casualties. | Bloods. | Charlie's story. | Children In Vietnam. | Heartbreak. | Grief. | 1/9th "We Can We Will". | A Hunting We Will Go. | Vietnam's Forgotten Army. | The Shooter | Jungle Blues |

I know

Fading memories

my soul concealing

hurt from my

aching heart



I am soaring

with majestic

angels on a bright red

persian dream



In a dream

where you never leave

In a dream

where you are still holding me



Tranquil sounds...

with every key

it moves me

further away from you



Paralyzed with fear

of forgetting your beautiful face

I know I...

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Also by Alta H Mabin (Ally):

Ancient love | The hope of a sunflower | Battlefield | Infinite beauty |

Memorieslove

Lunar

Poems are like moons
reflecting past light
back down towards me
when I choose to look

Mind and creation
coexisting
at a respectful distance

Purged
with so much space between us
I no longer live
through the poems
they’re just reflections now

Beneath the busy sky
I’m free
and living life...

 

(Inspired by Cynthia's moon poems)

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Also by Tom:

As The Power Lines Crackle Overhead... | "The Ropes Are Fraying And Soon I'll Sail" | What Have You Done With The Daylight? | Songs From The Womb | Fingerprints | The Upside Down Girl | My Prescription | Shedding Skin |

writingreflectionsmoon

The God in the Mountain

Flogita - 13 September 2019

It stands

a great sail fin of rock

high towering - dominant

cloud mazed

haze hidden seat of hidden gods

and we,  yes,

we would rise to their heights,

stand in their pantheon

to observe the tiny world

beneath.

For from this seat

Prometheus set forth

and with Athena

set us in that tiny mortal world -

yet now we stand

proud o...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Sunday |

GreeceOlympusMytikasgodsZeusAthenaPrometheusmountainssummitswalkingclimbing

Being and Ridiculousness

In that book, Nausea, Jean-Paul Sartre’s
Antoine Roquentin gets kind of freaked
Out just looking at the root of a chestnut tree.
I thought it was pretty weird at first,
Because how can you get through life
If you freak out every time you see a
Tree root or some fool thing like a tree root?

You couldn’t go on, could you? It’d just be
One crisis after another until you went
Insane and did...

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Also by Randy Horton:

Why You Can't Find a Master Class on Death | Very Reasonable People Write The Apocalypse | Twisting the Hermenuetic Turn |

AnxietyCamusDreadExistentialismSartre

Zoology: Lesson One

A clam is a bit like an oyster,

   A clam is a bit like a whelk,

A clam is a bit like a cockle or mussel,

   But nothing at all like an elk.

 

An elk is a bit like a bison,

   An elk is a bit like a ram,

An elk is a bit like an eland or deer,

   But nothing at all like a clam.

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Also by branwell kent:

What I Don't Understand About Getting Old | What Are You Doing Here? | What Happened? | This Wouldn't Happen On The NHS | Lost Love | Hedgehogs On A Plane | Ambition |

WONDER

Waste no time

Open your mind

Now is always the moment

Do not hesitate, investigate

Every second is new

Resplendent in its ability to inspire curiosity

 

2019

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Also by Lisa C Bassignani:

Please, Come In | Dream Lover | I Missed the Bus | No More Hellos | Paying it Forward | Him | The Moors |

Acrostic

midnight

As you stare at midnight          

Sleepless eyes upon the clock   

do you sense with comprehension   

that; from this life you are lost

and as the darkness takes you

that your standing all alone

innocent and naked 

born from life, your soul

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

pebble | fat man | insatiable | autumn haiku | friction | new dawn | catcher of my shadows | narcotic |

BETTER OFF DEAD

There is a little band of people that I constantly wish dead.  But it’s growing.

It comprises several who are still vertical and a small number who have already been promoted to glory.

Be assured, I don’t do anything physically to bring their deaths about (-this is, after all, not America-) but simply enjoy the satisfaction of it happening when it does.

And let me say from the get-go (and...

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Also by John Coopey:

I FOUGHT THE LAW AND THE LAW WON | WHAT DID WE DO? | POETRY LIKE DYLAN’S | I JUST LOVE MONDAYS |

WEB SIGHTS

WEB SIGHTS

It is more accurate to say that I was consumed by,

rather than saw, the pre-dawn work of countless arty spiders

spread as far as my senses could stretch without causing them

to rupture. I was, at the time, struggling to decide whether I had

finally freed myself of the novice’s need for a homebase for thoughts;

one from which collaborative mental exercises could, early ...

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Also by Peter Taylor:

NOW OR NEVER? | A THOUSAND DAYS |

Climb

Climb the hills that you can manage, stand upon the pinnacles,

Find the will to fight the damage levied by the cynical,

Their perturbances don't matter, the lyrical don't shout,

Their disturbances, the chatter of stereotypical doubt,

Concentrate on the peak but be sure to enjoy the climb,

Contemplate the oblique as you endure the passage of time,

There is no use pushing on so har...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

A Long Hard Look | Dance Upon The Edge | Kissing Frogs | The Eyes Of A Wolf | A Hairs Breadth | Storm Crows | An Ideal World | The Cutter | Lead Me Not | I Bought A Kayak | A Stone For The Miller (Collaboration Feat Mae Foreman) | The Key Fumbled |

Happy Splashing


Tyre cuts through puddle

Tsunami drenched to the bones

“You Fucking Wanker!”

 

Afterword

My third crack at the Senryu poetry form. 3 non rhyming lines, 17 sylables arranged  5,7,5

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Also by John McDonough:

Cats and Dogs | Six | Killing Time Ain't no Crime | Where’s me head? [Where is my head?] |

Happy SplashingJohn McDonoughSenryu

If You Only Knew Me

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instead

we argue about the give and take

it's upsetting that i can't stay awake

and afterwards when you're not here

i can't get back to sleep my dear

i think about the things i could have done

instead

and the words i should have said

now that you're not here to hear them

they're doing cartwheels in my head

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Also by Eiren Water:

Sometimes |

Y

why do you write
there’s nothing to do
the tv is broken
books I own are too small to read
goats already scratch the ground

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

the internet | You’re (still) wrong | so beloved | Primitive | The Question Always Is | For everyone’s benefit | Tips | All in all | Flipping Switches |

2019

The year is 2019

The U.K and U.S have been taken over by xenophobic sociopaths with floppy hair

People haven’t got time to notice the absurdity, because they’re working 6 jobs

The retirement age is about to be raised to 103

My mate John paid more tax than Amazon did last year - John is a cleaner

We all still miss Freddie Mercury immensely

There’s an app that can track planes acro...

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Did You Pack a Whistle?

 

You are not lost yet

You can still retrace more steps

Botched blazes be damned

 

 

© Candice Reineke 2019

 

 

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Also by Candice Reineke:

Florida Birthday Girl | Sea Oats Already Know |

hiking

I am a wordsmith,

Thats all I know.

Your liking or disliking is yours.

Your indifference hardly pinch me.

I feel an affinity with words,

Words make me restless.

Thats the blessing to me.

I am no poet,shall never be.

I am a Wordsmith .

Like clouds I make collage of words.

numberless collage everyday.

I write to provide nutrients to my soul.

I write to sustain ,to...

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Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:

River In Me | Search | Escape | What more ? | Indelible | Some Scars,Some Joys | Seeking Help |

Death

DEATH

Oh! My Dear

Will Welcome You

But of late,

Please Wait.

 

A lot of work

has to complete,

a lot of things 

to accomplish.

Know  my tenure is short

every where has to faught 

to achieve  the target

would not lament.

 

Expections  of friends

aspirations of parent,

desires of children 

 hope of society and its men

has to be fulfilled

wou...

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Also by ajay kumar sahoo:

Death |

Death

Just take my heart out 
Leave it on your fucking kitchen table
So leave Kentucky today 
I'll leave my gun under the pillow
I won't make you sorry that you loved me

Smoke good kush 
Get money
These actions never led me back to you

I'm a fuckboy but I never hurt you in any way
I self-harmed again
You fucked my best friend again
You only talk to me when you're bored
So hide all my fee...

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Also by Mikey V Kinsey:

A day away | Karma |

Another Missing Poem

I miss you like daylight

Warm and inviting

Flowers stretching their arms to meet your sky 

 

I miss you like the ocean misses its sense of calm

Like a tide, gentle and restless 

always coming just to leave again

 

I’m driving home and suddenly

I can’t remember which direction you used to go to take me home

But I would always end up there

 

You always brought me ...

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Also by Sarah Mae:

numb |

GW Park 9/15/19

I loved looking at him 

the way his eyes crinkled at the sight of the sun 

our white shoes getting messy in the sand 

The sound of the lake water hitting the shore line

 No communication just sounds of nature filling our ears 

She loved him more than she could fathom 

But he was too busy to notice 

So she took screenshots with her mind

to remember his face and the way she f...

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first loveromantic- for a friend

~OPTIONS~

Close your eyes,and image you're me.                                                                                                                   Open your brains let my thoughts capture yours.                                                                                                  You might see things you don't want to,but it's an option.                                              ...

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Also by Blackrose:

+DEMON+ | ~FOR_YOU~ | GRAVE | Broken |

am i failing

am i failing

falling, but not in love

eye watering pain

knees buckling

itchy brain driving the buick

skin cold under a hot sun

swimming just to move

knotty and gnarled pine cane, beautiful leaning against the piano

titanium nylon knees hip shoulder

this tin soldier takes an accidental bow

positioning needs titanium cane

falling, but not in love

am i failing

 

...

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Autumn

As Autumn starts to come this way

It is time to reflect upon the day.

Do you see the leaves fall to the ground?

Softly, gently, without a sound?

 

Do you see the frost and mist and dew?

Do you hope the sky is still blue?

Do you feel the fresh, cool, crisp air?

And shall you find warmer clothes to wear?

 

Hibernation starts at these times,

As small creatures hope fo...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

To Live or not to Live? | Listless Life | Waterfalls | Life for Everyone |

Stuart VannerAutumnSeasons

As far as the eyes can see

The days

Spent embracing the unknown skies

With a curious, youthful, confident gaze

Expecting more, ever more

From nature

And the unseen

Are long gone

 

The times now

Are not propitious for clear sight

The teary eyes struggle

Through the crowding haze

The expanse of the horizon narrows

The light dims

 

The other weakened senses take over

Frail

Fee...

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Also by Jeannot:

The science of aging |

The Finding of the true cross(Meskel)

 

From the 4 corners of Addis
Sunday school students
At a Meskel Square make a throng
All the way beating a drum
Ululating and singing a song
With a passion strong.

"Queen Helena (Elene)
Mother of Constantine the Great
Found the true cross
Buried under
A dump-mountain long
By those who  read  Jesus
The incarnated word wrong."

"Advised by a monk
Led by an incense smoke
The whe...

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crossEleniEthiopiafestivalHelinaMeskel

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