Poetry Blogs (Mar 2020)

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Lough Gur, Co Limerick

A poem’s appearance is of little consequence
But the moon was sad as only the moon can be.
Men in tears seek to flee the nightmare of their lives
We dream that with fingers we can pluck guitars
The calmness of flowers, the depths of moments,
The completeness of a live birth;
White sobs slide into our eyes
Remembering the smile of a mother, a lover,
On the fortunate day of our first kis...

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Also by John E Marks:

The girl with the flaxen hair | Inside Out | Johnny Keats 1795-1821 | Solace | The northern mockingbird | A thousand years ago | GLINT | Duhkha* | Seppuku* | The Resurrection of the dead | Stormy weather | To the crags, where eagles soar | Day by the sea | THE GHOST WHO SELLS MEMORIES | i.m. John Donne | The voice of death, the voice of love and the voice of art. | Tableau vivant | A time to leap | Solitary stroll | COVID 19 and the BLACKBIRD | from swerve of shaw to bend of bray | Tempered in the fire | JACOB SAYS | Lost love | An Absence | GROWL | VERBOTEN | Aphorism | hand-in-hand | Roundabout | words fail me | Writ in water | Manchester morning | The Isle of ghosts | For Kassia: a Bold and Beautiful Byzantine poet | CALL IT DREAMIN' | The unpurged imagery of day | Fugue | COVID - 19 PRAGUE | Lifting the Veil |



Apps save anxious palps

when needs must out. What

would Columbus have given

for a mobile phone on which

to ring back home – or see a

drone hovering beneath the

star lit firmament. Consult a

doc on line was never even

heard of then but scurvy was

avoided by the use of limes


What I am trying to say is this:

if the tide of time were turned

what would we h...

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Also by Philipos:


Toys and Make Believe

Long ago,

longing for a doll's house, 

a teddy bear,

and a ventriloquist puppet.

Longing to be held, comforted, soothed.

Longing for the safety of home,

something to cuddle and a companion.

Longing for the pleasure of play,

the delight in losing oneself in make believe:

escaping reality.

I picture myself,

five years old and,

painting in my yellow, plastic smock ...

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Yearly Remembrance

Who dies on a Friday night?


Years ago now

The silly question lingers

A mantra

Not looking for an answer


Who dies on a Friday night?


A mantra

To scare away sadder thoughts

And complicated feelings and

Unfinished sentences


Who dies on a Friday night?


You did

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Also by Jeannot:

Virus | Fading | Right side up | Nothing out of me |

Too Young, Too Old

Sat here again splaying the phrases

almost photographic, tapping minds

into my aged remarks letting frame

pictures grey those partitions wise,

but the room years pursuit for youth,

dragging that pen for a crayon,

drawing foetal scrawls on umbilical walls

confused written out in blind art,

too young to be theirs, too old to be mine.

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Also by Hannnah:

I Want To Hold It Close | Being Human Version 2 | This Is Our War | This Is The Worst of Us | Dwell | Constant Belonging | The Papers |


I Hate Lying

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I Hate Lying


I hate lying;
it’s a weakness.
It shows a truth;
that others rule me.

If I have to lie;
it’s to avoid pain,
discomfort, and shame.
To make you feel good.

Slaves lie to the boss;
to save their lifeline.
But, to hell with him,
and his profit.

I live my life,
to never lie.
My freedom dies,
under your rules.

If I must lie,
you won’t be near.
I love to be ...

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TEA FOR TWO - with acknowledgments to Irving Caesar


Right you lot...sing along in accordance with the latest government instruction !


Tea for two

And two for tea

Me for you

And you for me

Can't you see

How healthy we would be?

Nobody near us

To see us or hear us

No friends or relations

On viral visitations

Can't you see how happy we would be.


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Also by M.C. Newberry:



To save the lives of others is the best thing in the world,

A day in the life as a doctor fighting the virus I have unfurled.

At  7 o'clock in the morning I pack my sleeping bag and clothes,

Whether I will be back  tonight to see my family who knows?


I arrive at the hospital after a 10 mile drive,

I check my first patient hopefully he will survive.

I check his venilator and ...

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Also by hugh:

A pupil of the past | A clap of thanks | Panic buying we all have a role to play, lets wipe it out and flush it away | Pot luck | A warmer planet [Written for the kids off school] | A pregnancy precipitated by a grudge | A superior view | A little bit of flirt | An age shock! | Guilty or not guilty? | A coronavirus cure might lie in a bat's brain | "White ,"said Fred. | Re John Coopey's latest disgusting blog | Problems with pupils | An eye catching experience | Wash your hands keep them clean. | My dad is getting old | The loneliness of Lucy |

People At A Higher Risk


People who are at higher risk

are poets

especially old poets

who have serious emotional

relationships to their poems

Poets so wrapped up

in their work

they have no idea

what is going on

in the outside world

poets who live

secluded in their words

and seldom come out of their shells

except for praise

a good round of applause.


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Also by d.knape:

Common Cause | Silhouettes Of Trees | Cheeto Stains | Trash Days | Remembering Yesterday | Tree Tunnels | Still Life | Behind Bars | No Hugging Allowed | Waiting In Line | Boys & Bikes | Sheltered In Place | COMMUNICABLE POEM | SOME | When Things Were Nicer | Always Hope | MADE IN CHINA | God Had No Wife (Warning: Could be offensive to half the population>) | God Had No Wife | Face Masks | CORONA | Stationary Bike | Acting My Age-A Poem by O.L. Buzzerd | LEAVES | NewAgePoetry | Voices In Another Room | An Idle Life | How To Apologize To Your Wife | The Reunion |


Thinking of you, missing you

Love can be painful, it is true.

Antidote is love, for the sickness of love,

A hug, a kiss, a sudden gush of love thrills.

Waiting for you, hoping your safe return,

Only hopes survives, smiles gone hiking in the rain.



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Also by Moon.girl:

Morning.girl | Moonlight.poetry.love | Moongirl.lazymoments | Moongirl.lovediary.One |

Glass Fruit

Sitting in the steel bowl

like pearls of wisdom:

Glass fruit

Glass apple

Glass pear

Glass pomegranate

Yes it’s there!

Glass orange

Glass banana

Glass grapes

No wear, no tear

No teeth marks

I swear, in my

Glass house with

Glass table and

Glass chair

Glass ornaments 


Blondie singing

'Heart of glass'

On a glass turntable

from d...

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the little grey lady of the sea

Martha’s Vineyard is running fat

with high-end Bermudas

Melissa Odabash beachwear -

well-heeled bohemia


let’s escape

take a boat trip

to Nantucket


we loved that spring 

at the cedar-shingle hotel

with the creaking rusting sign

and the little grey creaking

maîtresse de maison

who brushing the stoep

with a besom broom

sang Huguenot villanelles


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Also by Rick:

musing in the shine | Thursday early in my kitchen | corona haiku | ἀποθανεῖν θέλω | fillings | the initial is random |

the takeover

The Takeover

Israel has taken over the US

Treasury and all financial bodies

In a silent occupation.

Trump is not only a corrupt president

But he is traitor too

While thee Facebook

Has been showing cute photos

Of playful cats

The giant snake is eating

Our existence

And no one noticed 

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

Corona beer | meeting an old girlfriend | 2076 | a man upset | the day I met an actor | Dresden | life span | the Roma | the Russians | the office desk | a print | sunny days | whrn the mind speaks | enigma | the massacre | it is finally over | the new middle class | angst in the night | slow burning | so many ifs | two liners | Flanderd | droplets | spring | they call it love | dreaming right | sporty | nightly awake | nightly awake | we do not deserve |

Cue the manic laughter!

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Cue the manic laughter


Following on from my previous blog*  there is more I'd like to say

when it comes to Global culls there must be a better way.

Many theorize that ‘Covid virus’ is part of a deadly plan

reducing the population, killing women, children, man.

Well there is a flaw in this plan if you think this through

whilst we’re locked in quarantine, we know what many wil...

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Also by poemagraphic:

Baby Boom | And the host tonight is... | bleat bleat bleat | Another Victim | Ovid on the Covid | Two Steps Away | Far Cough | Closed minds | Masking the problem! | Dying for your touch | Here we go again | Cheapskate | A man in Grief | Mindlessness’ | Apotheosis | LGBT | Type 2 Diabetes |

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Die a mortal or Immortal?

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A day will come when we will get older,
Our scars will be printed as wrinkles,
Vultures will sing us a lullaby,
The fallen leaves will abscond from its roots,
The wind will whistle our demise,
The day will cry,
The night will fold its mat,
And rivers will stop running helter-skelter.

There will be a moment of silence,
Our sweat will be sweet as honey
For no sweetness can stand its...

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Also by David:

Is failure an impediment? | Solitude |

Ludford Churchyard

The Ludford in question is the one on the Lincolnshire Wolds, not the one close by Ludlow in Shropshire.


Ludford Churchyard


Bellowing past the close mown grass,

big wagons thunder at ancient stone

to drown a chorale's seeping. Prone,

the organ's praiseful chords sublime

are couched within its sanctuary; crass

conceiver of everlasting life: His, not mine.


The ...

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Miss You

as my loneliness grows, so too does it’s presence in my mind 

and thus in my writing as well 

I think about you more when I have nobody else to think about 

it’s like a disease 

beginning slowly in the places we spent our time together 

spreading to the riverside and the little town that surrounds it 

above every head is a dark cloud 

they’re not aware of it, but their world i...

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Also by Robbie Christian:

Funnel Cake | Metanoia | High Noon | Solidarity | 95 | Kingdom | Monologue | Blackjack | Drive | Life Form | Lost | Growth | Phone Call | Pandemic | Sonder | Bay | Tarantino | Yours Truly | Ego Death | Beacon |

An Active Mind

It's good when your mind is Active . It gets you through life . Letting you create and survive . Survive most problems . And helps you see through . Feelings or worry's you have . Just helps you get through .The lonely days .The long days . The Remembering . The lonely and also the happy days . Memories for you to Remember  .

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Also by Wendy A Higson:

My Friends | The Faithful Blackbird | Embarrassment | My Inspiration | We Will Survive | Seventy Five And Reminiscing | All Women | We Will Survive |



I'd like to edit my poem, please feel free for any suggestions!

I am from eye wear
From variations of frames, colors,
& fancy cases 

I am from the city of angels
busy, loud, sometimes
I am from aloe vera
spiky, slimy, beneficial.
I'm from festive family gatherings
& food aplenty.
Demonstrations of generosity
 in their offering & sharing
 brings much satisfaction!
From Pa...

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Also by Sofia Urquiza:

A poem to my bff |

How Do You Sneeze?

Candy came from Kathmandu

Caught a cold and said achoo,

Mandy came from Mogadishu

Caught a cold and said atishoo


Achoo Achoo

Atishoo atishoo


Or Mogadishu?


When you catch a cold are you

Katachoo or Mogatishoo?



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Also by branwell kent:

Silly Rhyme | Another Bad Joke | Whatever Gets You Through The Day | The Girl Next Door | Mr Perfect (Believe It Or Not) | Typical | Tessa | Dirty Sex Poem | First Love | RIP | Where's Olly? |


"Ring a ring of roses

a pocket full of posies,

atishoo, atishoo,

we all fall down. "

What goes around, comes around.

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Also by ray pool:


The Thirties

The Thirties


In nineteen thirty, Bradman piled on runs at Lord’s;

We sprinted from the bus to beat the hordes.

Our fancy was the first place in the queue.

Did we know then those sharpening their swords?

We should have checked, to see how much was true.


In nineteen thirty-two, the worldwide slump took hold;

There was no fuel to save some from the cold.

We sheltered...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

Last night, through the window |

Beating myself up

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Is there something wrong with you?

Here we are again, back at square fucking one.

All because poor little cameron can’t seem to control his feelings.


Do you have a few loose screws?

You literally choose to love people who just don’t care.

And when you cry at night, does it feel good?

Relapse, do you think you should?

Because as far as I can tell,

You’re going t...

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Also by Cameron Bounds:

what loving you was like | If it ain't you |

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Astronomer's New Year

This old Earth has taken another spin around the Sun. (1)
The Solar System continues its endless circle in the Milky Way. (2)
Andromeda has come closer (3) 
as the Milky Way hurtles toward the Great Attractor (4)

Welcome to another year, another turn around Old Sol,
as we wobble through familiar yet unknown deep space 
and spend more time with the music of the spheres
that resounds silent...

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Also by David F. Freeman:

My Old Sweetheart | Green Frog with Gray Hair | Fine Wine | Battle of the Bulge | Corona Virus AKA Covid 19 | How Can I Tell You | Canyon Raven |

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Bringing up Luke

My mother always said "confidence is key"

Dad said "don't grow up like me"

My grandfather maintained that  " the best things in life are free,

My grandmother would always incline to disagree.

So what advice will I give when it's needed,

will my views at that time seem somewhat concided, 

they wont see the struggle that Ive had, or the or the times I proceeded.

Now, would you b...

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Also by Luke:

The life and times of us. |

Fever of silence

They all turn into madness.

Fear, the poison, injected too often.

A vaccination to prevent you from optimism,

from being an individual,

from the hope you kept deep inside.

You are infected with gloomy thoughts and panic feelings,

a fever of silence.

Only your own mind can set you free,

let you heal and open your eyes for beauty, kindness

and the hidden truth.



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Also by Magical Whispers:

Fairy dust | The flower in my hand | The end of the world | Someday | Freedom | Escape. | Escape. | Freedom of movement | The real danger | Ghost spring | Music in me. | Release and cords | Fear is the real virus. | Rain. | (untitled) | Ruler of fluids |

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Pandemic Equality

A ruthless killer

Far-reaching as the sun

Rides upon the wind

Partial to none.


There's no distinction 

Between great and small 

Minion and lord

Together they fall.


A time for reflection 

-though terror is rife 

Men are equal in death

Why not in life?

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The Floating House

Base is the trust

The base is lost.

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Also by Ruvi Galhena:

Valentine met in Quarantine | Women's Day |

Robert Johnson

start more stories 

than I can finish


love more women 

than I can sleep with


intentions misplaced 

plans mislaid

savings decimated 

faiths betrayed


I burn decades 

like paper


cutting out lives 

for later


I don’t claim to understand

what I’ve done it doesn’t matter


I guess I never thought 

I could hold onto something so elus...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

The science | All having had the same idea | Friends | Bleh! | Before the world came in | bully | Quiet Contemplation | The family you don't have | things called you | Posing | Our dog years | You're so expensive | I lose everything | Your Gong | The 26 | isolated tracks | Haptics | Lunch with Tomorrow |


Every thing goes wrong when

Every thing is going to get better

Was it my destiny or I screw things up

Is there a good future lying ahead

Will I be able to ever make it to my dreams

Will I ever be able to survive the ugly situations

Struggling alone isn't an easy task to seek

With God's power everything becomes easy

Unless patience and faith is imbibed within blood


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Listen I'll never be a hero
A hero could never do the awful things I've done
See I've lose everything I loved
I'll never see the days when I'll be happy 
So I'll run from the darkness that's in the light

Just look at how far I've when 
I tried to kill myself 
I only failed because 
The bullet jammed the gun
So don't tell me I should move on
I put my passion in waiting for her 

I hav...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

T,O,A,I,D | Space Cowboy (Twilight Melody) | Unkind | Theories of a Madman (Experiment 432) | Space Cowboy (the goddess coat | Space Cowboy (A Ghost Monument) | Firefly Mounment | Window | Biohazard Relationship | No Halo | Drug | Broken Heart 1 | Never (song lyrics) | How Does It Feel? | Nothing Good Here | Death Bed (Not a Love Poem!) | Stupid Boy | Sad Trap Bass XD | Petty I am | He Needs Her More Then She Knows | (untitled) | A Disturbing Fear of Bitter Blasphemy Broken Upon All The Wounds 2 | A Goddamn Vacancy 2 | A Goddamn Vacancy | Coffee Dreamer |


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He knocked at the door

Shouting ‘let me in!’

Tempting us to go out

With his whisky and gin

He hid around corners

Under tables and chairs

Trying his best

To catch us unawares


He was sitting on benches

Where others had sat

He was on garden fences

Where we’d stop for a chat

He was hanging around

Tesco trolly parks

He was all over door han...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

All We Left Were Birds | Grave | Is There, In Truth, No Beauty | Event Horizon | End Of Days | Chinese Whispers |

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A Letter to Those Who need it.

Dear Weary and Tiresome Souls, 

When you get caught up with years from the past

Does it make you ache for what didn’t last?

Are you strong enough to stand when shame passes through? 

Or do you bandage your wounds to hide them from view?


Has it become hard for you to breathe bearing all that weight

It’s easy to wander when the narrow gets too straight.

Your shoulders car...

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Also by Itsjustmedownhere:

Inner Demons (Edited) |

The observer

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She usually sat alone, Sitting away from the crowds. 

She watched how the dribbles dropped down from the mouth of the one who spoke too often. 

The weakest one. 

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Also by Emer Ni Chorra:

The whole of me | Sapiosexual | Yellow green iris | Dedicated to my Mother (Happy Mother's Day) | Sunshine-19 |



“I want to taste your thoughts while tasting your lips , I want to taste your skin on my tongue, put my hands in your hair .

If only I could get close to you. Smell your body close up, trace my fingers down your spine, outlined the curves that trips my mind.

You make me dream with my eyes open, like a lion hunting his prey. I watch from the shadows, afraid of the light you give off, I want y...

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Just the two of us captured

Flicking through images

Time had confined to history

Memory rewinds and fast forwards

The past to the present


Captured on Morecambe Bay's

Stone jetty

Our shadows

By sun's sorcery cast


The canvass appears incomplete

A flock of people _

Painted out

A squabble of seagulls _


A stew of oystercatcher _

Brushed out

Just the two of us _


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Also by Abdul Ahmad:

Shall we be friends? | Judge not too harsly | I would be nothing without you | The violin concerto | Really _ the dead woman was her mother! | The Rainbow | The drop of water that made the Silver Birch blush | The final destination | Silence isn't always golden! | Was it really she? |

The Two Hughs

I have two friends called Hugh

Hugh Janus and Hugh Jarce

When they break wind together

they can shatter cut glass


Individually less potent

though after they've gone

my glass is unshattered

but the smell lingers on

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Also by Brian Maryon:

With Unquenchable Fire? | Travel Whilst in Lockdown | Social Distancing in Tonypandy SHOCK HORROR | Stuck Indoors! | Stuck!!! | Huw Edwards Watch Out | How to Reduce My Carbon Footprint? | Roadkill |

Time will pass you by

Youth culture
Talc on the floor
The music is in rare quantity
For what's in store

Symbol of the night owl
Wigan casino
The ll nighters seem to last all day
Phet taken in mass dosage
To dance the blues away

Dapper lads in flares or tonics
Tidy lasses
With Off shoots of the mods
Are flock to be here
After Trading records at the pub
Drinking that first beer

Who dances the best?

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Also by Keiron Higgins:

gran. | we sell hope | Down with the sickness |

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The unchosen path

Do not seek the armpit of distress

Bury your head

Lock the door

Draw the curtains

And pull up the drawbridge of despair

Do not fear the uncertain breeze

Of cough and of sneeze


Be the people you are destined to be

Meet the challenge

Light the light

Of love and of hope

Don’t run like frightened hungry rats

You are not one of a pack

You are part of a fami...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Alone together | Mr and Mrs Death |

The smallest tendrils of smoke rising from the dying coals

Maybe I'm just too old now for passion

Maybe I've let my fear become my life

Am I any different since I've done it all to myself?

Am I any less selfish since all I do is display my emotions?

What is the meaning if I can't remember the words

Spoken to me early and quickly ignored

Blindly through feeling with no thought ...

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Also by Collin Pulmano:

(untitled) | Saga of April Dark: Song Twelve | Saga of April Dark: Song Eleven | Saga of April Dark: Song Ten |

Earthereal Enlightenment

What if the Sabbath weren’t a day
but a state of being
that permeates our earthereal Eden? 

What would you keep holy? 

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Also by Ushiku Crisafulli:

Herd (Co)Mmunity | Purple Pill |

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Boy Without A Story


He doesn't ride anywhere
not a flying horse 
or one fashioned in gold
he has walked these hard streets
apparently every day
have you seen him?

Too shy to sing out
no will to write
no telling his past or future
he stood where doors were closing
and still when lights went out
who knew?

Not recognised in the mirror
nor noticed in the dream
he has taken clouds for his friends

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

The Matter Of The Heart | today's poem- | through the round window | Another Chance | Alternative Vow |

atlantic/s (03/28/2020)

imagine doing the thankless job of rivets 

hold together, you beleaguered son of a bitch 

hold together, this heaving, creaking hull
this, sinking, stinking patchwork glory 
made at the end of so many stubbed cigars
held wet, by the mouth
while two busy hands 
idled towards retirement , pounding away 
christening by the light of midnight oils, annointed 
(10 in 1!) 
in the warbled so...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

placeholder for something darker II (03/25/2020) | you can probably guess the title, there's a theme going here (03/09/2020) | a placeholder for something darker (03/03/2020) | Recycle (03/02/2020) |

Imagine if the last thing I said was you nailed it


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We need a sense of the unity of life and of humans for the sake of human welfare and for the survival of the planet. We need a sense of unity with the cosmos so that we can connect with Reality. But we also need a sense of individuality, for the sake of our own dignity and independence and of the loving care for others. We need it to appreciate each natural form, each animal and plant, each human ...

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Invisible Enemy

oh where, oh where can the virus be. 

It's in your shopping carts

It's  your use of money

it's in the hands of Bill Gates, Elon Musk, world leaders and the heads of the universal banking anthority

out to colaberate 

out to orchrastrate

out to compose the new world order

I hope you're plugged in

'cause if your not

you won't get to be a part

Oh where, where can the viru...

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Another Frontline Note

We embrace
What kills us slowly
But greatly fear
What kills us quickly

We are not ready yet 
To die.

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Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:

All Fall Down | Child | Windmills | Devastated | Wind travelers | Aquarium Hysteria | Buried | Lillian Marie | In Verse | Pocket lights | Lucky, Right? |

Tennessee River

~He pretends the river is an ocean

When one can't have the potent dose

One makes do with the dilluted potion

Caught between two jagged green coasts

The murky current slowly propells his motion

If he has a good, sturdy boat

He might just last to see his ocean~






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Also by M3RK:

Mosaic | LLJ | When will I see you again? | Love Letter to a Stranger | Plastic Razor Blades | Invisible | Summer |


Drove to See You

I drove down to see you,
stood in your doorway unannounced 
you were there with another,
I again felt like an outsider
I didn't belong
after I wrote you at length
many love songs

My poems wrapped in a box,
delivered but only to be forgotten
my heart still in shock
you were going away
never to be seen again
until the month of May
when I would fly thousands of miles
just to see that ...

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Also by Mika:

Three Little Dots | Our Story is Done | The Truth Within | A Pause... | Deep in Thought | Words At Night | The Haunting | Learning To Forget | What Really Matters | A Sea of Red | Start with ‘Hello’ | Knowing Limits | Heartbeats | Little Baby | The Disposables | Another Love Poem |


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(Warning: the audio is unexpurgated)


It’s been a source of some regret that I had missed my chance

To be a superhero with my kecks inside my pants.

I wanted to be Batman and to fight the city’s crime

I’d get hold of The Piddler and I’d make him serve his time.

Or whizz around like Superman, on guard by day and night

Looking out for phone boxes in case my pants got tight.


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Also by John Coopey:


For the Staff. Let Tests Give Us Hope


The skeletal frame of a Rollercoaster

Onto which fitted wheels, seating

Garish moulded plastic coloured

Inert silence no power from running current

Except for birds in the sky theme park

Abandoned except for giant tent building

The envelope opened up hand around throat

Sent to every house in town


And from source iron doors

Air conditioning to breathe ou...

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Also by Aaron Murdoch:

Hi, I used to write in pen and type up afterwards. That was until I wrote this piece annnnnDDDD THE POWER!!! THE INFINIT- |


Out of the Darkness / Into the Light

- Days ago, when the darkness found a way to creep back

I must admit that guilt pours through my veins on days like today 

When inside of my head, all seems hopeless 

I may no longer be clinical 

But depression doesn't care that I was healing 

It doesn't seem to matter that for a few weeks I was doing better 


Despite the distractions I threw in its path 

Through the dark ...

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Dark Wine

As a sapling I was wounded now I'm a crooked tree bearing bitter fruit. I ferment my fruits and drink them as wine. Intoxicated with dark love.

I pursue the wind as life's servant. 

Cruelty shapes beauty to take the breath away. 

I regret knowledge but not learning. To know certain truths is to harbour a foetus of cancer. 

The voice of God should be ignored if you want to remain blissf...

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What if we manage ourselves, 
We play extra time
And we both ref, 
What if we decide the lineman? 

What if I omit lonely from thine chambers, 
What if sadness is rid off, 
What if no one is able to fill this space, 
What if my rainbow isn't complete Without your daffodils? 

What if I meet your quest, 
What If I'm the map to your shape, 
What if your happiness is within, 

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Facades feat. ZTK Space


Mister Phillip Glass Sir, please forgive me but, I thought this piece would make great an accompaniment to your very thought provoking works. If it upsets you, I will remove the piece but, I am a fan of your works and hope you understand how it most definitely feels valid and sits well.

Facades is an Orchestral Piece written By Phillip Glass.

Thank you.


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Also by ZTK Space:

Guess Where Daddy's From | Going Home By Candle | A Prayer To K-Pax | The Silent Commodoties Born Poor | The Fashions of a Yeehaw Man | Tommy by Rudyard Kipling | Tin City | Transcode - The Return To Middle Earth | The Loan of Bread Now Stale | The Dance and Trickery of Evil |

A Truck Full of Turnips

Grandma used to tell this story, how she drove a truck into a wall,

in the war, when she was in the Land Army, a truck full of turnips,

knocked down a wall, and Grandad said he saw his mate die on a

boat, right next to him, shot stone dead, right there, right next to him,

just like that, right there.            And I tell you about how, in the 80s,

the shops couldn’t open on a Sunda...

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Also by Joe Williams:

Urban Pedestrian |


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Poem 60 of 230: GREEN-LIGHT

Things go relatively fast in England,
And traffic lights are no exception -
For pedestrians, a young fleet-of-foot’s
Street-crossing time seems the selection.
But if - re the aged - leaders increase times,
It surely won’t cost them election.

(C) David Franks 2003 - 

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বেদনাদায়ক নৈরাশ্যে উদীয়মান আলেম সমাজ

বেদনাদায়ক নৈরাশ্যে উদীয়মান আলেমেরা
           আব্দুল হান্নান 
সামাজিক যোগাযোগ মাধ্যম বর্তমান সময়ে পৃথিবীকে আমাদের হাতের মুঠোয় এনে দিয়েছে।এই সোশ্যাল মিডিয়া আমাদের পুরোনো সেই দিন গুলোর কথা ভুলিয়ে দিয়েছে, যে কোন এককালে আমরা চাইলেই আমাদের প্রিয় জনের খোজ এত সহজে নিতে পারতাম না।তবে দেরীতে নিতে পারলেও তার সুদুর প্রসারী একটা প্রাণ আকর্ষন ছিলো।বাড়ী হতে দূরে থাকলে আপনজনদোর একটা চিঠির অপেক্ষায় থাকতাম।চিঠি ...

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Also by Md Abdul Hannan:

ওমা মাতৃভূমি | গুহাবাসী যুবসম্প্রদায় | THE THINGS ABOUT DEFOLIATE | ধর্ষণ বনাম আমাদের সমাজ |

আলেমদের জন্য

One's own company

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In the etherical fabric

Something resides

Fears knit together

Truth mixed with lies

Silence is loud

Feeling out words

Reality & fantasy

Suddenly blurred

Inner world becomes

More real than outside

We ran from ourselves

Now we can't hide

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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Spring! | Earthling Evacuation | Friday 13th just got serious | This Tree | Life In 2020 | Bird table |

self isolation

Hare’s death

I remember death

The hounding of life; 

the moving into stillness

The pounding presence 

of reality 

Then the;

quite in the stillness 

The ringing of ears

The fill of anxiety;

the hack of the flesh

The dripping of time 

congealed in my blood

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To be something you wish you weren't,
As though that could be true,
Let's take another dip?

The tar at its center,
Take this breath deep.

Sank this way,
In the darkened waters.

Eyes shot,
My blood seeps through the veins,
And the rolled ends split.

Food for thought,
In a decedant moon.

Nah just such audacity,
To keep on breathing.


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Also by Alita Moore:

Diet Coke | The gift of life | Religion | Overwhelming | Power | so it were |


A Heroes Hero

Turn not a blind eye 

to the homeless heroes 

among us. 


Give a voice to the 

desperate and downtrodden. 


Acknowledge their somber silence,

lend a helping hand.


Stand up, be counted. 

It’s about more than solos 

in the end. 



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Also by Vautaw:

Smiles | Leisurely Life Lessons | Shall We Dance | Tuning In | Lucid Dreams | When I’m Gone | Artists & Critics | Unmasking the Ego | A Poet's Prayer | Brick Roads | Shadows |



The future is uncertain,

The past remains unchanged,

Only the now is truly forgiving,

Worry is a burden,

Regret drives you insane,

Surrender both to the moment and start living.

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Sing | Ring-A-Ring O'Covid | Covid Kiss | Let My Rock Be Hope | Dissociated Grocery Shop |

2020 Trev's Texas Tour (Not)

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So called because of the Coronavirus my trip was called off as country after country shut down as it swept across the world. Everything started out as usual, plans were made, put into action, events recorded in rhyme. Reaching 1500 travel poems would be easy, by the time I'd finished it could  have been well over 1600 but it was not to be. I decided to carry on writing and make 1500. The image see...

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NHS Workers

All remember and do not forget 
Those to whom we owe our greatest debt. 
They help us when we are in distress; 
It is all of those who work for the NHS.

Around the clock they are always there, 
And all this time they surely care. 
Though it is something that we just expect 
From those who deserve more respect.

Each worker endlessly strives 
To cure and save all of our lives. 
So sure...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Moving Forwards | Honour | On the Up | Spring |

HopeHospitalsNHSStuart Vanner


No one’s told the daffodils about the pause to Spring
And no one’s told the birds to roost and asked them not to sing
No one’s asked the lazy bee to cease his bumbling round
And no one’s stopped the bright green shoots emerging through the ground
No one’s told the sap to rest, deep within the wood
And stop the sleepy trees from waking, wreathed about in bud
No one’s tol...

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A wall to predate that in Berlin or

One to mirror the Great Wall of China

Bestowed the name of the philanthropic Emperor

To consolidate his vast Empire, to discourage war

Steeped in ancient Greek culture he fell in love

Not with the Parthenon or the Temple of Olympus

Uninspired by the voices of Delphi

He was besotted by the beauty of a young man

Love flouris...

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Also by keith jeffries:

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The World Right Now

If you were here right now,

What would you say?

I think you’d be appalled,

Shocked by the way,

This nightmare is unfolding.

A dream we can’t wake.

Why are people not listening?

Not learning from mistakes.


If you were here right now,

The news would be on repeat.

You’d support the government,

But still give them some heat.

But we’d be worried about you,


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Love in the time of coronavirus

Routine is important.

A glass of red each evening

at five when the latest

government health advice

Is screened. My

indigestion is easing.

Regular, heatlhy meals together,

no dashing out in the evening.

The calendar’s just blank spaces,

just the odd event scrawled

in months ago and left

for historic interest.


And some things are becoming clearer.

The soci...

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Also by Greg Freeman:

The crowd |


Unfortunately, I have come to the conclusion

That the human race has come to terms

That we forced ourself to this sterile life

And now are prisoners to the smallest germs

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Also by Joe Marcello:



'Crush' published in Open Pen yesterday...

all best, loves x


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There he was flying through the air

without a single care

free as a bird


Holding my heart in his wings


Eyes of blue 

Heart of gold


I was told 

it would be like this


Something so pure

Something so true


How could I love you



Your small hands wrapped 

around mine

in a twine of joy


I so miss my grandson...be safe all


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Sonnet No. 2

I tried to write a sonnet. I was quite proud of it, but it didn't win.


Engaged since birth against one deadly foe,

A mortal combat all must surely yield,

No clemency or kindness can we know,

No soul alive will leave this battlefield.


The lines of combat proudly crease my face,

My hair turns slowly, unabashed, to gray.

I must accept with honour and good grace,

to b...

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Also by Becky Who:

Fatigue |



To each of us, our own mountains
Of ego, anger, and countless wishes
Heaps of deadly snakes of jealousy
Eerie glaciers of cold relationship
Volcanos of wrath and revenge

To each of us, our own mountains
which mark our destiny.
Standing tall between us
and our loved ones,
insurmountable they seem.

To each of us, our own mountains
which can be paved only by love.

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Also by Binte Afroz:

Human Cake |

Spring Will Be Delayed

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our streets

are empty now:

spring sun tempts us - "lower

your guard, fall into this loving


                             a cinquain

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Sophia Defiled

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Sophia Defiled

The authorities received knowledge they needed to create humanity. Sophia Zoe, who is with Sabaoth, anticipated them. She laughed at their decision, because they are blind, and they created humanity in ignorance and against their own interests. They did not know what they were doing
                                  -    On The Origin of the World

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Also by Kealan Coady:

Horizons of Neverwhere | The Natural Habitat of the Cube-Eating SkyFish | Misguided Madness Calls For The Quirkiest Measures | Cat Struck | Hermetic Neo-Septet | The Sketching of a Shadow Once Described by a Blindman with Third Hand Knowledge | ForeThoth | Haunt Alive | Molochule |

The Crucible of Change

The Crucible of Change


Somewhere, in the chaotic crucible

An idea is forming.

In the churning turmoil a star is birthing

An answer building.

In the dust of the dying world

A way can be found.

From our dark place see the future,

What can be done.

Accept that now does not work for all, 

Too many cast aside.

Relearn what’s important, what we need and

Cast asid...

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Also by Kevin Latham:

Alone with the Virus |


Dark times

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Spring has sprung

and with it came an eerie feeling 

Even flowers could not mask it 

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The Saga Of Cnut Slugshaw




The Saga Of Cnut Slugshaw  


It was over a thousand years ago

In the year nine-seventy one

When a dragon-headed Viking ship

Came sailing up the Don


And at the helm was Ragnar Slugshaw

That infamous Viking brute

Who’d brought along his little brother

The lad they called Cnut


Cnut was quite an ‘andsome lad

But naïve, with an un-blooded sword


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Also by kJ Walker:

Paddy Put Poor Peggy Back On The Game |

...Earth And Feet...

How the knobs within certain doors fasten their hinges to my ceiling, during the hours of my own apocalypse; bursting into clouds.

Is this not standard for poetry?

Wits of a madwoman, how she writes the scores this evening.

That tattered bell in multitude and proportions, shimmering sequins from out, and beneath her dress.

Constellations within the drawers of the aorta full of notes th...

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Also by Mimi:

...The Free Verse... |


i want to believe


i believe

there’s another world out there

with beings green and lanky

vibrating in the silence of dark matter

hiding in the corners of our satellites


one that transcends human knowledge and

exists in the shivering silence of space


a world

where leader does not mean sadist

and brother does not mean enemy 


there must be more -

must be a life-form ...

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i am a bad person | covid-infinity | delievered | i know | a tweet that is sad enough to post here | i'm sad, but pathetic so i'm writing about it | bookshop (a poem about those fkn self-help books) |

alienshuman naturehumanitymurderwar

Finders Keepers

And after last bleak one, I'd like to give some balance with this message of hope and love.  

Finders Keepers

by mike booth

Wednesday 4th September 2019 5:53 pm

Hide and Seek

Put fear on the list of things you should lose

With odd socks and gloves and your second best shoes.

Let regret go with burdensome guilt,

Give them away with your second hand quilt.

Composure and pe...

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Also by mike booth:

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I had it all

At the time all those little things,

I guess they seemed so small,

But right now I know for sure,

That we really had it all.


On 31st January,

We bought the new year in,

Made our resolutions, celebrated,

Couldn’t wait for the new year to begin.


A few months down the line,

Who would have known,

The world would be in lock down,

And we couldn’t leave our home...

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The catastrophe..

Nature showers her blessings in abundance..
Filtering sunshine, sparkling rainbows and cascading falls..
It nurtures life to blossom from the depths of her coherence..
Its fury ,yet has no bounds,spares none but all..
So much has been snatched and plundered away.
She is deprived, uncared and abandoned..
Her desperate pleas of help,never heard,left in dismay..
The betrayal of mankind, absolu...

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In the Stillness

In the stillness, 

My tongue tastes each sip 

of my coffee

In the stillness,

My teeth grind every bite

of my food

In the stillness, 

My eyes linger over each word 

I read

In the stillness, 

My fingers 

languorously write every letter

In the stillness,

My hands slowly 

color each petal

In the stillness,

My heart speaks


I hear my thoughts


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#art#coronavirus#family time#healing#self-reflection

A mother’s Love

A mother's Love


One who’s love is so sweet

Who’s Love is more than complete

Her Love as strong as concrete

Always there when your feeling sick

A mother and a child’s bond so thick

Encourages her children all the time

Her kindness rings like a chime

Always protects her children no matter what

When something’s wrong with her kids

She feels it in her gut 

Always ...

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Also by yaminah zurita:

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the problem

"The problem you are

that you never seem to see

is that you put me down

without even looking through me 

Ive changed you see, I AM A NEW MAN

i gave you the world,

even with my filthy hands 

you  bring up the past 

 Assuming the worst

again and again 

the pattern has curved 

While you slow me down

I feel your eyes 

innapropriate manners

Visious innuendos in...

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No Prerequisites

A certain thing should not be required for black women to exist in any space. A prerequisite of good hair, smooth skin, a slim waste or a “pretty” face. 

The black woman, like any human, is a blessings just for being. Her worth is not debased. 

Her space is not limited by superficial boundaries.

Her space is every place. 

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Also by Melita Clark:

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The Bottom Line

As the Roman Empire dwindled
And left us on our own
Were our ancestors befuddled
As they waved them off to Rome?
Could the darkness that resulted
Have been a happier kind of caper
If those left behind had been more kind
And not hoarded toilet paper?

When William the Conqueror 
Brought his army to our shore
Poor Harold tried before he died
And who could ask a bloke for more?
Did his sol...

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These Fallen People 1

I live with these fallen people 
in this shaded land,
their conquests lost 
within their broken dreams,
as I queue for bread and beer:
this world of fear and dust 
entering my lungs 
leaving me lost in time 
looking at their stained hands.

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The Critic

If you read with a critical eye

A literary equation

Then you miss the words on the page

That don’t fit

Your notions

Of what good poetry is


If you hear

With a critical ear

Your needle skips the tune

The meaning

Of this person’s record



If you close your heart

To the emotional lexicon

Of arterial verse

Pumping raw feelings



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This novel crown is not desired,

not sought after or fought for,

nor jewelled in glittering gold

elevating those who bear it.

Giving not riches, power, authority

but conferring weakness and disability,

more like the crown of thorns so long ago

used to torment and humiliate before expiry.

This comes alone with never a belov'ed face

helping to tide them over the brink...

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Between Dreams

There is a moment between dreams

when you’re neither here nor there

A dream can pull you one way

Or pull you another


There’s a calmness and understanding

That your inner self can touch

That your secret self can feel

Pulling you together


Perhaps you’re in tune with someone

Connecting soul to soul

Someone that you’ve never met

Someone that you’ve known, for...

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In the Car with Bread

I was fourteen, and someone had

to raise my father all over again--his brothers and sisters

just didn't understand home. Seven years before,


I was falling asleep in the backseat of his car

without a seatbelt, hearing the second verse 


to Guitar Man, the abrupt switch to AM, the gust 

from the open window catching smoke and ash. 


But those days,

he stumbled fr...

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no dollar
a priceless
what with it
you do
is up
to you
no return
no instruction manual
or guarantees
only thing promised
is uncertainty
be wise
with this
short time
be gone
before you realize
there will
be slips
and trips
don't worry
about falls
they will
seem small
at final
curtain call
yes it's
here to ...

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Also by cindylee loucks:


POEMS2 by cindy lee loucks

Untouched but not Unfelt

Untouched but not Unfelt

Spent years like a husk
now life is kindling again,
purifying from pain
and pleasantly plentiful 
at present. 

The cage of the State 

is nothing, 

for I traversed the labyrinth of my own mind
and survived.

So I shall recognise shackles
as a concept,
but be mindful of surrendering control. 

Isolate from crowds but not from feelings,
not from unde...

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CommunitygrowthLovemental healthpersonal journeyquarantineSocietyUKUnityWorldwide


The world is currently in a panic,

From ongoing and sudden monstrosities. 

Our health is in jeopardy, our economy is in tatters. 

But Evangeline Lilly, why is freedom your main concern?


I try my hardest to not be ignorant

Everybody is in a different situation after all.


Some cannot self-isolate despite being at risk,

Some have bosses' such as Phillip Green

Who are...

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I saw Mrs CV yesterday in the supermarket

she wasn’t at all what I thought she would be

middle-aged with a smiley, rounded face

nothing evil about her at all


There were too many people

at the check-outs

I ran out of there for safety reasons

passing her frolicking kids

on the newspaper stand


‘Hey!’ shouted Mr CV

loitering on one of the doors

‘come and pick...

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No fuel

Here to see something more

I is bleak I used to care 

for me I don't know why

teeth rotting lost a war

gone forever too

csnt see you for the I

start again a dream

a thought of me

a man just 



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My Mate Nicky

Nicky New Zealand 1999


His hands shook

His face contorted 

He fought with 

His stomach

Every morning

Palsy’d whiskey

Into his coffee

At breakfast

Thought no one


As his new day 

Was inhaled past

His vomit rotted



His breath stunk

His skin was


He hadn’t washed

His eyes 

Were like


Stained glass


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