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Silence

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Silence.

 

I ask, nay pray

    Let me make something

of this world, this life.

 

I stand alone and wonder

     If this life be mine

can I not divine

    What is or is not divine

 

What ails my soul

    that acheth so

What wisdom

    that I do not know

 

Taking time to reflect… repose

    To ease this mind

and thoughts so closed.

 

Like so...

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Also by Paul Sayer:

Gire & Gimble | He’s Behind You! | Blinded by this Covid hype | When The Sad Truth Dawns | I open my Soul | Goodbye old friend | All in all you're just another prick in Whitehall |

PoSound of silenceYamaha Grand & Harmonica cover

Before it's too late

The last few years

Were void of cheers

All my success

Was average, or less

But the joy of pain

Like a needle in vein

Kept me on board

A cheap sell out fraud

Cold comfort exchanged

For a night of disdain

To awake the next day

A heavy price to pay

As I brush my hair

With my fingers

and bear

The lashes of life

Cut deep like a knife

I’ll get up again

...

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Also by Bon Darcy:

1967 - 1 to 20 | Crumbs from the table |

GARDEN MUSICIANS

 

How I love scentedness of Chives and Mint

and Marjoram, or Rosemary. It so reminds

me of the warmer weather when the bees

are out there humming drowsily away- and

hovering like mini helicopters in the air - yet

to look at them you'd think they weren't at

all aerodynamically supposed to stay up

 

there like that - sometimes I think they own

a language of their own, a...

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Also by Philipos:

PASSAGES | TELEGRAMS | SMOKE IN THE SKY | TABS | PENNY DROPS | OUT ON THE TILES | UP IN THE GODS | VANTAGE POINTS | MORNING PARADE | HUNKERING DOWN | AQUARIA | SMOKE BY THE THAMES | FLUIDITY |

1963

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Help if you want, he said, and so we set about 
clearing the path of snow from door to road 
before the sky, already gravid, a grey clout, 

took umbrage and dumped another load 
on us. He shouldered it like a gun, 
like a man going to war, his favourite spade, 

the one with the shit-off-a-shovel shine 
to the blade, solid as himself, the shaft 
and handle both made of seasoned pine. 

...

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Also by Tony Hill:

THYLACINE* | ROCK POOL | REEK | BLOW THE WIND SOUTHERLY | THE HORSES | PEN | In the Land of Grey and Pink * | SCAR TISSUE |

NURSERY RHYME

Tick-a-Tock-Tick
The sounds of the day
Are clownishly fooling
But it won’t go away -
There's a nightmare to follow
This minor delay.

Yes, it’s tick-a-tock-ticking
We’re all going away.
For the old witch is flying -
 tp the edge of the moon
and the war is beginning
So it’s boom, brother, boom!

Starlight is raging -
it's all over so soon -
but now it's recorded on  bloody old Zoom....

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Also by John E Marks:

The beautiful Cathars of Languedoc | Private lives | Locked up north | Memory | Soul music | Buckle* | The Cure | City of the Bee | Diversity | Crimson & Clover | THE VOICE OF DEATH, THE VOICE OF LOVE & THE VOICE OF ART | poetry is... | Inside Out | BEGGAR | Fear in a handful of dust | Questioning? | SAD | DIXIE | Echoes | Something found | A wise fool | Early October |

Early signs

Seeming to be 'just forgetful'

Granddad asks his 'memory bank' Grandmother,

where and when did we meet?

 

She, becoming familiar with his condition

gives out a well-used sigh

followed by a well-used laugh that,

like all her laughs, flowers from the garden of her heart.

 

It is such a cosy sigh and, laugh,

that if all the people in the world would have heard them

th...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

Your Midas touch | Seeking Mother | Love lines |

JD

JD              GLA                  26/10/20

I open my eyes in the morning, Its calling to me from the shed.          A bottle waits on the table If I’m able thats where I am led.                  I’ll pour out a toast to the dawn of the day, put on my hat, walk into the play, today, Its Hamlet we’re playing. Give me a drink then i’ll say:

Chorus: Give me a double, then another double, give...

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Also by Grant Aspinall:

Time is nothing | (untitled) | Yesteryear | Sliding doors | Wake up call | Bewlay brother | A warm embrace | Behind that Jaguar | Donna | Washing machine | Old home brew | Leave me be | Eternal Full Moon | silence | POEMS 2020 |

COVID FATIGUE

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It could have been the greatest opportunity of our time for us to “step up to the plate”, as they say, and prove ourselves the match of those generations who have gone before us.

Fathers, grandfathers and great grandfathers responded to their duty (no doubt, reluctantly) shouldering responsibilities to endure extremes of discomfort and sacrifice.

We have failed. We have failed both ourselves...

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Also by John Coopey:

PARALLAX 29 | DONALD THE ELEPHANT (TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP) | WriteOutLoud Women Blues | "WE-WON-THE-WAR-IN-1954" | CLOTTED CREAM, SCONE AND BLACKCURRANT JAM | SOBIBOR | WE AIN'T GOIN' NOWHERE | ASHES TO ASHES | "WE'RE GOING UNDERGROUND" | OH HAPPY DAY! | RUBENS |

The Irony of Fate

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Ujjal Mandal, India


We are
all the same dolls
made by different hands of God

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Fate

Desolation

Footsteps echo in a silent wood.

 

Birds hush their singing.

 

Cold air fills the space.

 

 

A voice on the wind calls:

“There is nothing left”

 

 

Caught in the air, the memory of darker times.

Times when the woodland thrived; vivacious and colourful.

Before fire and hungry mouths ravaged the tranquil home of many, many vibrant beings.

Before emptiness an...

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Also by J. C. Fleming:

Reflections | Serenity | Sanctuary | Salvation | Elysium |

A Crystal Ball

A Crystal Ball

“Listen Martha! The paper's come, something's happened: 'The Germans glare

At the Andrew, but admit they cannot frighten or defeat it', dear.

That's Kaiser Bill's doing, the warmonger - all can see; Queen Vicky's in-law. Spare

Us from the madmen that play people like chess. They'll not cheer.

Yes, and look! 'The Balkans aflame once more – the Turks in flight again,

...

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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Sweet Loneliness and the Solitary Traveller | Be Yourself | Vincent Sings the Blues | Into the Storm | The Lamplighter's Hamartia | A Keeper of Secrets |

Chemical Expression of Love

Iodine was mesmerized by your Copper-Tellurium image today. Throughout the day Yttrium-Oxygen-Uranium showcased a Tungsten-Oxygen-Tungsten factor. Yttrium-Oxygen-Uranium looked Oxygen-Neon and only Oxygen-Neon in Carbon-Osmium-Molybdenum-Sulfur.  Irony is that Iodine had a Chromium-Uranium-Sulfur-Hydrogen. Those Lithium-Phosphorus-Sulfur always weave a magic. Those eyes are magnificent to watch if...

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Also by ai ou:

The Salwani Fascination |

love

Death Sentence

 

Please help me

I am in this facility

confined to this room

they have blocked my family out

I cannot see them

they say it is a virus

they say it is the law

they say no one can see me

I don't know what to do

I am an old woman

I am in a wheelchair

feeble and dying

I am all by myself

separated and apart

put in this small dark room

I cannot look outside

...

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Also by d.knape:

Dollar Store | Family Of Four | Slow Leak | Toothless Wonder | Telephone Poles | Stray Thoughts | When You Write It Down | BRINGING MORE READERS TO POETRY | CROSSES | The Sundown Syndrome | Of All The Years | Old Ideas---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | When Someone Dies | Follow The Wind | Looney Tune | Saving Grace | Chicken Fingers | Notice to Poets | Crow Conversations | Getting By | Poetry Pill | Your Happiness | The Nature Of Man | Silent Killer | On Hold |

The Pedant

It's so easy to say you love me

But what do you mean by love?

Is it something you see in me,

Or a spirit falling from above?

 

You say I'm merely a nit-picker

Analysing everything to death

Yet I must be quite sure of you

To own your very last breath

 

Love is simply a word to others

So glibly pronounced for effect

But I dont want to fall for you

Only for you ...

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Also by simon lucan:

Crossing | Shade Darkening To Shadow | Custard Creams | Confetti | In The Foyer Of Hotel Lonely | Best Supporting Actress | Eternity Always Wins | The Cellars Of Your Heart | In Chains Of Faded Flowers | Skip Hire | Aversion Therapy | Photos | Shredded | Fusion | I Saw Ice In Your Farewell | The Conscience You Never Had | The Lantern | Ashes Are Better Than Nothing | Shattering | Chiropody | Stairs | Horizons Dont Wait For Anyone | Fearful? | Relict | One of the Chosen |

analyzingchemicalconcretefoundationslovemagneticpedant

Facing the Mask (1): Socialization

Lying like a book on the shelf

Trying not to hurt myself

Trying not to harm anyone

It's easier said than done

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Also by Kevin T.S. Tan:

Sheer Delight | Uncharge | French Americana | Animated Space | Community |

introspectionself-reflection

Forever 19

It's almost been 2 years since you left us

I still wake up and think about you at practice

That laugh of yours-- man, I swear was God's perfection

I know you're watching over, you'll always be my protection

I really wish that woman didn't go and take your life

I wish that woman driving drunk had her head screwed tight

Word got to me, I was like "Why her? She was living right?"

...

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Also by Just another writer:

The thing they left out (part 1) |

Never Meet Your Heroes

Melting clocks

The memory persists

A moment of genius

Pure sublime

Symbolism

And yet so much more

Inspired so many childish artistic endeavours

My tentative ventures into art

Paint

Immortalized in my paint

Still the memory persists

Drawing me in

To see

Needing to see

Reach out into the painting

What was the artist feeling?

Could I feel it too?

Com...

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Also by deanfraserofficial@yahoo.com:

A Healing For Gaia | Magic Gems | Acting Upon a Dream | The Shaman In The Park | Eyes Open Wide | Illuminated - A Brighter Kind Of Vibe | Turning Back Time In Margate | Stanley |

#inspirational #love #self-growth #spirituality

cycles

Where am i?

I ask my mindless brain as I disassociate

I disassociate to the point that everyday feels the same

Everything i do blends into one giant blob of nothingness

 

Nothing matters. Does it? 

It doesn’t. Nothing has ever mattered.

That's why we alter our state of reality.

We alter it to feel something out of all the nothingness.

 

We take the shot. We take the h...

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Also by Brooke:

where is my mind |

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The Mirror

Fuck that damn mirror, that is not me.

I seriously do not like what I see.

I have changed, to a large degree.

From pimples, too wrinkles,

And my pants I again can pee.

The deeper I look, the farther I see.

Way, way, back, the little boy at three.

Discovering life, running wild, and free.

Now, beat down by life.

Asking, "to be, or not to be".

No going back, just the on...

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Also by J.D. Bardo:

Going Places | J.P.`s "RIDE" | The skin we are in. | The "beat" | THE KILLER beside me | Give and Take | Infinity | THE BUG | My view | Worn out | Clouds |

Imaginary Friends

Been running from my responsibility 
Everything got dark and I lost my vision of myself
The antidote was always in my fingertip
Nothing makes me sober than the past

I won't be a culture vulture of punk
I won't tell a man that he can't wear a dress
I will burn all the institutions that this culture made
I was the kid that got beat up by the punks 

Because I was too sad for them 
The go...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Mother | Anti-depression | Corpses In My Bed | Puppets | Cry Baby | A Kingdom On The Moon Lyrics | A Letter To The Past |

IDEAS FOR A CAREER AS A VISUAL ARTIST


1. to paint the alignment of The Plough and the oldest fell Black Combe

2. to somehow represent the bird that wriggled its wing in the wood

3. to forge Jim Morrison's signature maybe many times on the same sheet

4. to use the sheet where pictures grew as the front cover of a book and cut off the front cover and stick it on a canvas

5. to explore the style I call “Noetic Maundering” w...

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Also by JOHN F B TUCKER:

COMPORTMENT | POEM | AUTOBIOGRAPHIA LITERARIA | THE NUMINOUS CHAIN | WHY THE SONNET FORM IS TOO SMALL | SOLVITUR AMBULANDO | IN THE FIELD OF NEW CREATURES RESEARCH | EARLY MORNING PAGE | RIMBAUD IN THE POSTMODERN ERA (2) | A FLATTENED IMAGE OF TIME | INSTANT TRAVEL | MAY | BEING THE WOOD | ODE TO OPTIMUS PRIME | HOME FROM BARROW-IN-FURNESS | TESTING THE SHEET | POEM | SIMPLY DESCRIBING A GARDEN AT NIGHT | LIVING IN CUMBRIA | QUAVERS | RENAMING REALITY | A SIGN OF LIFE | THE SWITCH THROWN | LOOK TO THE PEACHYVAN | WALKING TO ICELAND | ENCRYPTION | THE COLOURS OF THE DAWN AT THE FOOT OF SEA NESS | HEARTBOOK | EMAIL FROM AN ALIEN | INVINCIBLE LOVERS | FALLING IN THE DOORS COMPUTER GAME | BLAKEIAN STONE | A SMALL ADVERT FOR FREE SEX | THE TRITE MACHINE | DIET THEORY | LOVE ON SICKNESS BENEFITS | THE INDIVISIBLE KING | THE LESSON FROM JOHN IN ETON COLLEGE CHAPEL | READING MATERIAL | WHICHAM VALLEY AS A SCRATCH ON A CD | CHIEF OF THE BLACKBIRD SPIES | SYMMETRY LIPS | THE FUN POLICE | THE MAD DOG SONG | THE LAST POET'S LAST POEM | BLUE | LITTLE JOHNNY'S AILMENT | PURPLE | BONDING YEARS | THE SOLIPSISTIC KITCHEN OF FICTION | HOPE | I KNEW THAT SHE LOVED ME | THE SCORE FOR THE SHEET THAT GREW PICTURES | RANDOM ACCESS CO-IMAGINATION | SUNSET TO THE WEST |

Whine or Shine

Is there a poem or song to describe the melancholy that washes over me, unexpectedly? 

 

One to suppress or express, dark desires 

to put myself first, at all costs. 

 

Let my needy family

fend for themselves,

 

betray those that have betrayed me, 

including my own body. 

 

Throw my arms up in despair,

one more time, 

 

or... 

 

take a deep breath, 

...

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Also by Vautaw:

Falling | Flow | Petrichor | I Am Poetry | Gravity |

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Friends Like These

 

the people you could be open with
for the first time
are coming to town

control your nerves
rehearse your speeches
isn't it hard to sleep?

closer now
the people who could share
your fears and dreams

compose yourself
your stance and your smile
set out your true nature

these people you yearn to meet
are langorous and oblivious
as angels or gods

it is you who called them...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Every Day | Goodbye To All That | Congratulating Louise Gluck On Her Nobel Prize | At The Station | You can't see the join | D.S.O.T.M. |

Cold Fiction

 

Works of fiction should be as cold as stone;

There’s no point what’s invented being warm.

Created stories must be read alone

(Imagination’s better on one’s own)

And fantasies should take a cooled-down form.

 

It’s facts which generate those sultry days;

At least they have the merit to exist.

Pursuing, like the Earth, their melting ways,

Not blinking when they’re sin...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

A prisoner's verse | Creating the illusion of flight | An English tale | Better people | Critic's choice | Daleks at Fenchurch Street on a rainy day | Bodies on the battlefield |

Dryad

She shivered in the misty morn
Her shoulders hunched, her face forlorn
She sat upon a fallen tree
At what she stared, he could not see
Into the woods, she stared so hard
At something she could not discard

Tom, sat beside her, said 'Hello'
But no emotion did she show
'What do you see, out in the trees?'
Her hissed reply made his blood freeze:

'THE DEMON! It watches, and eats up my bre...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

Such Dreams as Stuff are made on... | Cooking Pot! | Head Space | The Darkness And The Light | Bed Of Bones | Above The Clouds | Seven Little Girls... | Ethereal Streaming |

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Take My Hand

 

Take my hand brother, sister, 
As I have taken yours before, 
It doesn’t necessarily hold truth or answers,
My hand holds something more important, yours, 
And true, it cannot take away your pain 
Nor shield you from the rain in this stormy weather, 
But it might help you to stand again, 
And it’s just a little easier if we stand together, 
So take my hand brother, sister, 
As I have...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Owning Stones | Gire & Gimble | The Bitter Pill | Open | Captain Of Your Soul | Here And Now | The Witches Of The Pond | Hush The Winds | Rome Lays Charred and Smoking | Clay |

memento mori

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Splashing Along

 

Splashing along 

In muddy water

Past the wall

Behind which

The off white

Ageless

Stones stare

Back at 

Wanderers

And seekers

And pilgrims

And guests

Memento Mori

 

Seeking words

In ancient 

Tomes of beauty

From long list

Of names

From long lost

Homes 

And forgotten

Names

Of every type

And custom

And ...

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Also by I'm not a poet:

Hessian sack | Faith | An open letter to cancer | All we are saying is give peace a chance 1980 | Lost Love I miss You My Glasgow Girl | The Twenty-seven Club | Sorry Love. | (untitled) |

spiral

It's only when you're here
that I'm my loneliest 
I know you'll dissapear 

and leave me to seek  
your next face and shape 

will you one day decide

to stop changing your face 

and stay for a little 
cause i really miss you 

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Ullswater

Establish the fact

buried silence

copper hammered

refreshing pale

spontaneous sparkling

words

waterfall

Daffodils perfect

set and dancing on

a light breeze

Ripples disturb

surface

timeless like a judas

pointing a finger

at he end of being

alive

Orange and yellow

see trough the greens

dominant like

bright red

Truth with a twist

King of ...

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Also by Rudyard Kooistra:

Der mittag | Another castle | The subway, 1950. | Cartier Bresson | River landscape | No title. | Falls | Flock | Style. | Elisha | The writing shed, Dylan Thomas. | Staffa, JMW Turner. | The hospital at Arles 1889 | Rooftops 1878 | New mills | Valley and church | Pissarro 1868 | A taube | River | Stahl | Ersturmung des dorfes |

The center of everything, in the middle of nowhere

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the midpoint of the universe,

the center of everything

in the middle of nowhere

that’s you

 

space is infinite all around

think about it

your thoughts chase

the ever-extending boundaries

with the speed of light

but the limits are nowhere to be find

they are set by your mind

 

no need to be a scientist

to know, what can't be known

...

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Also by Lasse Krey:

The blank page |

Purpose

WEEKLY WALKABOUTSVERSE, E.G., 126 OF 230: WATERSCAPES OF OLDHAM

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Poem 126 of 230:  WATERSCAPES OF OLDHAM - AUTUMN 2000

On a wet windy autumn-day,
    Within Greater Manchester,
Inside Oldham Art Gallery,
    A wooden-shelved greenhouse lay.

And on the shelves were neatly placed
    Not pot plants but clear-glass
Clean-water-filled bottles and jars -
    Photographic-transfer faced.

So - as aquatic sounds streamed through,
    From speakers upon the wa...

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SEAGUL

Begging seaguls amongst the people
Stalking humans outside restaurants  and chip shops
Eagerly awaiting leftovers knowing it is theirs if something drops
We as humans are complaining as if they are a pest and in the way
They would be at sea if the fishermen didn't take their fish away

Now a seagul has a heart and  with a heart should be a soul
To you he may not be useful ..but hes here to pl...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

CONSTITUTION | GAME OVER CASANOVA |

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Annuver poem

My poetry is rather crappy It's not designed to make you happy

In fact it's rather the reverse Depressing and at times perverse.

Sometimes I like to make it rhyme And other times it feels just fine

To end with a non rhyming line Like this. Or that. Whatever.

I'd love to write all flowery But pretty words don't work for me

My eyes don't hear the jingly bells Or see the pretty fairy d...

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Also by Jain Gawne:

Message to a racist |

Movies at Midnight

Streams of consciousness,
Trapped in a panoply of celluloids
And abandoned plastic films,
Catch my eye.

I share them on the big screen
Where silent silver stills breathe
And glide across skylines
At midnight.

They inch closer to me.
The starry-eyed starlets seal
The gulf that lies
Between our eyes,
And fill my ears
With secrets and whispers
That I've heard before
In theatres, studio...

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Also by Shifa Maqba:

A Vagabond's Road | Garlands | Eagle Eye |

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November is here

November is here

 

This quiescent mist which envelopes

the landscape

An inaminate veil as a blanket of

obscurity

Heralds the onset of shorter days

and longer periods of darkness

Into this stagnant gloom we reflect 

on death as nature falls dormant

A time of All Souls and of Remembrance

An apt climate choreographed for a

season of meditation

Hibernation and lo...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Luis | Blessings Abound | A Dusty Road | The Dinghy of Hope | An Account | The Eternal Void | A New Horizon | The Ecclesiastical Empire | Mendicants Slumber |

The imbecile's verbal dosido

 

"Egypt will blow up
The Grand Ethiopian
Renaissance Dam!
Ethiopia ,a symbol
of Pan Africanism,
Could forget
Its development map,
For Egypt will help
Carry on colonial legacy
In to the future,"
So  did
A verbal dosido
The ill-famed abuser.

"We dote on Egypt,
Terror sowing
In Ethiopia.
Ironically a terrorist
My self
I will strike out
Sudan from terrorist
Blacklist
If it sid...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

World's ever myopic president |

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New World History

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I dreamt of the
end-of-the-world
last night as I stood
and watched as
two planes collide
and I hear the sound
as from a memory.

The felt warmth
of neutrinos
scarring an image
through every skull
like a beautiful
Angiogram.

We sighed as the missiles
wrote their new world history-
though shorter than a blink.

 
foto & poem T Carroll
 
 
 

 

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Bloody Valentine | A Wave from a passing bus | Virus et al | The Pieces |

PICTURE SHOW

Be very careful with the images on television 

For your eyes may believe what it sees

So avoid the visions of others 

And let your mind see what it believes 

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Also by Joe Marcello:

I THINK, I HEAR | MIND SET MATCH | AN ARMY OF TONGUE |

"Armed Men"

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Armed men"

In the middle of a cold night,
Hands clutched on our lovers
And our lovers on us
Birds in a distant singing gleeful songs,
Stars smiling down on us
Everything flowing in its own tranquility.
Then, we heard gun shots
and our heartbeat became still
We ran towards the window
Peeping cautiously so they don't see our eyes.
We saw them,
men in black with bloodshot eyes and a har...

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Also by Emeka Collins:

Bloodshed in Nigeria | "Soro Soke" (Battle Cry) | "The Struggle" | "The Soul of Freedom" |

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Sheltered in Place

they will never know the stillness, 

the silence, as the world hushes

when the first snowflakes drop out of the sky.

 

they will never feel the crisp air

or see white blanket the fields

as it does every year.

 

kept indoors,

safe and warm,

where humidity breathes,

where mist showers from above,

and crawling critters burrow,

where life continues.

 

under...

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Also by kimberly:

Summer Love Swept Away | You Never Knew | The Season of Changes | Tears of a Poet | unease |

When I grow up

To be 60 and have no plan

As to where my life should go 

Is a poor reflection of a man

And the paths he chose to follow

 

When I was young with years ahead

I thought little of the future 

And focused on the now instead

With no grand scheme to nurture

 

Now I feel my life has just begun

But no vocation beckons

No -one sees within my life’s span

The depth of al...

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Songs Of Prometheus

there will be a baby crying

in the next room, but not yet

people are still standing around

my bed and I’m still on my last breaths

they won’t leave until I have gone

a brown leaf about to fall

 

I remember the white foam of waves

not rampaging bulls in Spanish streets

but subtle colourings of children’s books

gently paging in rippling tides by bare feet

sand on toe...

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Also by Clive Culverhouse:

Shamaness |

Weep Your Tears

Weep your tears

For years to come

No fear, but Sorrow stays

A loyal friend

Who knows no end 

You will see brighter days

You'll feel the pain

The rain will fall

And drain you of your light

But do not dwell

You'll not do well

Unless you stand and fight

Return to love

The skies above

And all that you have known

You'll find your way

The light will stay

...

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Also by Eric Berard:

Piercing Light | Don't Need to be the King |

Loving You

Loving you is easy because your you 

Loving you ain't hard because all I want is you 

Walking through fire was easy I get chills from you 

Crossing the ocean was light swim cause I get and extra push from you

Getting the stars and moon for you wasnt a impossible thing cause this love gives me wings 

My words they beautiful they take after you 

My rhythm is amazing it took all you...

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Temptations | Hate You | New Life |

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What It Took

The dreary sludge slinked along and oozed into our intimate conscience.

The thick pernicious inferno of fear infested closer, ever closer,

Burning the life from creation and suffocating reason with anti-reason.

Pathways were overtaken; what seemed a way of escape was, infact, a trap.  

 

It crept its way into our yards, under our fences, and up against our doors.

The hot plumbic ...

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Necromancy

I dragged some bones up from a well,

Invoked the devil and cast a spell:

Alacazam and Hokus Pokus,

What do you know, a diplodocus!

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Sad Times | poem |

Corruption

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Corruption

 

Here in the verdant meadows

All on a summer’s day

The dreaded army of the dark

Met with the noble fey

They fought until the long sundown

And the lost blood of the dead

Soaked into the sacred ground

And turned the roses red

 

When the fight was over

And the legion of the flies

Had swarmed across the corpses

Stealing hope from sightless eyes

...

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CrowLore | Prophecy | Lazarus Curse | Resurrected | Apothecary | White Witch Of Winter | The Pumpkin Queen |

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Spoken in the Corridor

This which dissents madness,
and is arrogant in fro,
sits with legs twisted against cold iron.

It's the standing beats,
and echos in my ears,
and I wish I could just not care.

He sits and deters the thing within,
and is alone in decatoured reflection,
yet I wish I did not feel so fucking trapped in my own skin.

I feel a need to be something,
greater than perhaps needed,
and I wish...

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Narcissistic America (opinion piece) |

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