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No Surrender

We learned more from a 3-minute record, baby, Than we ever learned in school. Bruce Springsteen


No surrender to the glib complacent,
The shielders, and the worried-well,
Those for whom life is 'simply hell.'
Those who measure out their life
In coffee spoons, when everything
Is too late or too soon. Let's call out
Those who conduct their life on zoom,
Who assume a mask will protect t...

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Also by John E Marks:

Breathless | The air that kills | Rain | THE STUTTERER | CANCER LITE | Northern morning | Blown Away | BAIT | Break out from the asylum | from swerve of shaw to bend of bray | Forget-me-not | RUINS of NINEVEH | Jagged | Messing about in boats | Glimpse | For Kassia: a Bold and Beautiful Byzantine poet | A Sufi saint prepares to meet his death | The speech of angels | Vestiges | INDEPENDENCE DAY | FOOTLOOSE |


Bullshit you miss me 
Why does it always have to be this way
I never told you it would be easy 
You hate me but I love the way you lie

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Also by Damon Blackery:

3/12 | 2/12 | 1/12 | Broken Heart 3 |


My anklets fill the air with resounding laughs 

As I scuttle between tall blades of grass.

I feel free 

Like I'm the breeze.

A yearning dream

Lounges among the clouds.

Her hand caresses my cheek,

I feel safe and sound.

Did I tell you that I feel free?

Free from the restraint of a rhyme scheme;

Free from structure;

Free from obsessions

Like a speck of dust on a t...

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Also by Shifa Maqba:

The Aftermath | All That Remains Is A Mere House | A Lullaby Of Loss | Tenant Of The Sea | Can You Hear The Moon Sing At Night? | City Lights | The Cost Of Your Hand | What Lies Above And Below Us |



You don’t want to fail

I don’t wanna let you down 

But there always a time which makes us doubt 

Fighting each other without making sense 


Why can’t we find A melody between us 

I hope to find a middle ground between us 


Where we can be proud of ourselves 

Hoping on the bed made by our faiths

Where we can be at peace 

However we suffer we can be at ease



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Also by JP:

So called ‘Race’ |

Argumentslost lovemakeup





is wearing thin.

It’s got even worse

now we have to wear masks

whenever we go shopping.

And pubs are out of the question;

after a few drinks people get lax

and social distancing gets forgotten.

I think I’d rather just stay here at home,

do my shopping on the internet

and order in some takeaways.

Then maybe sometime next year

we’ll fi...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Trapped |


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Leave the light on – lock the door

This ritual plays out each Friday

A barrier to the debauched reveller

Who slips behind the clock returning home


A curfew for the beer vampire

Who will only find a soothing bed

If father specifically invites him in

After knocking twice and shouting through the letterbox


This ancient tribal face off

Between uprigh...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

The Turning Of The Tide | Amputation & Education | One Hundred Days In Plague Town | Insomniac | Six Grandfathers | Marketplace | Spells | Old Vic | Needles & Thread | We Never Suspected A Thing | You Could Own An Upright Piano |

addictionconfrontationcurfewdrunkfather & sonlock-outteen angstteen rebellion



A writer, a poet, a dog and a pony,

a piano player in an whore house and an activist for sloth.

The author is multi-talented and is also self-delusional.

His works include "It, and other pronouns"  and the autobiographical Tails of Iguanas".

The author is a Fellow at the world-renowned University of Hard Knocks

and can be seen and heard on local street corners after dark.


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Also by d.knape:

POCKETS | The Independence Of Cats | WREN AT OUR WINDOW | SUN SPOTS | GOLDFISH | REFLECTIONS | E FOR EFFORT | THE UN-POEM | God Only Knows | Taking Care | EYEBROWS | Pain In The Neck | Pandemic Poetry | Like Children | The Lonely Room | BAH | Night Visitor | TURTLES | When I Write A Poem | MASKS | Retrieving The Morning Paper | Managing Your Beard | Free Speech | REFERRAL ORDER | Mirror Image | Wiped Out | Salt Of The Earth | BEING BRIEF |


Some like a hearty breakfast, others just a roll

You need fuel in your furnace to face life's rigours

Yet some agonise over their self-image

Wayward minds obsessing about their figures


I'm not surprised you keep fainting

I've told you till I'm blue in the face

Cottage cheese and a slice of Ryvita

Leaves you reeling all over the place


You staggered and all but fain...

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Also by simon lucan:

Truncated | Junker | Humbert | Ceramic | Strictly Baroque | The Way She Used To Be | Mudflat | On Hire | Hinterland | Cooked | Intervals Of Rain | Bedroom Gothic | Sunsets Are For Walking Into | Arts Of Stone | Sins Of The Fathers | Duct | Spectacle | Hardware | Shakespeare's Orphans | A Wholesome Girl | Never Praise A Lover | The Quiver Of Fond Lips |

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My Internet Lamp Purchase

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My Internet Lamp Purchase


I just bought this lamp on the internet

The firm sounded good (great website)

The reviews they were good (plenty of them)

So thought I gotta have one, too right


I gave them my online bank details

(Hundred bucks) which did seem a bit rich

But the site got good writeups, seemed reputable

So I thought looks OK, be no hitch




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Also by Don Matthews:

I am an Age-Old Newbie | The Flat Earth Club's Lucky Dip | I Am a Little Gusher | I've Bought a House in FCS | Last 30 Day Tag List | I Will Survive | I Promise to Behave Myself | In a Surprise Move FCS Management Approve Loan of Chief Reporter Poet Don to WOL ) | One Platform Two Uses | Denim Venom | Where Have You Gone to Poet Don? |


I would defend to the death the enemies I admire.



I gave all my brothers and sisters a holiday away from hell.



The tyrant Happiness has enslaved us all.



Homes built without any space inside for spatial empty beings.



Cruelty is only given to those worthy of the truth.



Their are tortures beyond pain.



The children are ancie...

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Also by Daniel Reuben King:

Dreaming Flux | Empty Vast Infinite Sky | Out Of The Depths And Into The Depths | Absolutely No Desires | The Skeletons Of Impossible Forms | The Land Of Nameless Children | We Create Our Definitions Having None Of Our Own |


The pathological liar


Inside your soul is icy
A cold heart made of stone
Your lies are why I left you
The fault is yours to own

You planned to ruin my future
Your bored and feeling lost
That poisoned tongue runs freely
Your actions sure to cost

All because your jealous
You know that bit is true
I was the one you lied to
But now I'm over you

I'm smiling now I'm happy
The flame for you...

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Also by Kas Megson:

Left out from my family | Alcoholic mum | Virus | BEER FEAR FRIDAY NORMALITY | Back in the day | Isolation Beer fear (the true story of a wife) 😇 | Love yourself (society lies) 🤪 |



Don’t I know you from somewhere?

Yes, you with the shaggy chin, grinning

back at me. I’m certain I recall a newer

version of you when first I landed in this

universe. Wonderful qualities comprise


your various parts – you are the artwork

of the Gods. When self-reflecting on the

imagery – I think of Apollo, Hercules and

Zeus and our significantly different zones,


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Also by Philipos:


Top Man

Joe was ambitious always wanted to do well,

But always ended up in  a dead end job nothing to tell.

He yearned for a superior position about which he could boast,

But times were tough and it was ifficult to get such a post.


But luck was on his side,

A job he could boast about arrived.

"I'm a security guard at a cemetry,

And I have five hundred people under me !!"



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Also by hugh:

A burial error | They passed away,she'd passed it on.Corona virus !! | Fred's dilemma | Weather ,a poem written by a flasher called Thunder | Breaking news.Holiday frustration for a key worker and his wife ! | A bargain | From pasture to plate | A pregnancy shock for Percy !! | A skunk's prayer | A flat joke | Key advice | A grass eating opportunity | How not to deal with an urinary request!! | Alcoholic thoughts,God bless alcohol | A bite on the rear by a dog on a bench | A sad and happy reunion | Silence is golden | "I'm going to have to put him down." | An embarrassing few words | A knee change operation | Don't drink and drive | Didn't they dig well | A postal error | A thongful arrest | Don and the swan | A nice ride | Confessions of a fly |

Advance into Nothingness

Advance into Nothingness


From metal crates metal cylinders are dropped to kill or maim

Inside metal tubes we fly off on holiday to evade reallity 

From metal pipes come gas and water

We drive metal cars to contaminate our world

With an addiction for stainless steel we adorn our homes 

to shine in our self made worlds off dullness 


Old stone wells gave us water, clean...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Onward and Beyond | Eternal Youth | A Common Wealth | The Prodigal Son | We are lost |

Broken Man (Regrets)

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Here I stand, a broken man
Trying to cope the best I can
Guys are not supposed to cry
We’re macho with our heads held high
But alone I feel a shivering wreck
With mixed up thoughts and mass regrets
Regrets that I just can’t be me
Regrets of the false man you see
Each tiny thought I try to dissect
But each tiny thought then becomes a threat
A threat that I might be exposed
Exposed to tho...

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Also by curiousdud3:

Losing you (Secret Bi) | Why can't you love me the same | The Photograph | Pondering How I Got Here | Scared Child | Help to get me through (I’ve got you) | This is our mountain | Stronger when we're together | You're not alone | Demons | I'm breaking | Do they really need to know | "Getting" Bi | Love is not enough | My mind is my castle |



It's funny.

Its amusing, how life can be.

Just when you thought you've been broken enough.

You're unbreakable.

Its far from the reality.


As a man, I have been tested.

With my past, memories relentless.

Traumatic moments, and experiences that remain.

You would think I would be numb, to the infliction of pain.


But it shows indeed I still have a heart.

That i can take a loss and feel ...

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Also by Zhar2020:

Someone I used to know | Adam and Selina Part.1 (poetic story) | Why does it terrify me so? |

The Crying Man

The Crying Man


I am the crying man hidden behind this mask
behind a painted smile replying with lies each time I'm asked.

Hi, how are you doing?
"I'm doing great how about you?"

My retort, within a second, without a second spent in thought.
Who wants an answer? I mean that's so rhetorical
hence no forethought.

None from me, nor the questioner as neither wants to know
We love ...

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Also by Paul Sayer:

27/07/20 | Really | The Poet Tree | The Poetry Pantheon. | A comment repost | Limericks | Ying & Yang | A pair of dividers | Jossing | I am the Destroyer of Souls | The best poem never written | Good Morning World | No laughing matter | Chariots Of Fife | Just a bit of fun | The Chameleon Poet | HeSheAphrodite | On-line Friendships. | Fools gold | Still |

I Heard Justice Is Coming

A giant figure 

Skin All glistening,

Black and brown,

Bigger than a mountain,

All Hands and feet,


For centuries,

Fought for justice,

Pleaded for equality.


But THEY did not listen,

THEY refused to see.



THEY wondered why - 

Why their own freedom, 

It seemed -


It felt -

Not truly free.



Their o...

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Bury me at sea

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I’m sad Mr Fate is June 2017


I’m sad, Mr Fate is

No longer my mate

The back of my head

Sees red mist 

And a wall

With a picture 

Screaming in its


Grey fat 


Drips and slides

Wars late




Impulse is fun

But to be


9mm is all it needed,

Short stretch of


War trophy from h...

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Also by I'm not a poet:

Heroin | Sorry love. | Vomit city | Amsterdam | (untitled) | Relection | Lost Love I miss You My Glasgow Girl | What was but never was | (untitled) | (untitled) | Hellhounds on my trail | (untitled) | 24 hours of love. | Make Mine A Double | Baroque Barque | Leaves End Leaving | Falklands 1982 | Consciousness | Chile | Cunt. | Pomposity and the Holy See. | Sunflowers | tears | The holy pipes of Dublin | Mental Health | Standing Still Stoned | Everyone has a story | Homage to Shane Macgowan | Your reflection on ice! | Kill Them All | Hung by a thread | They're only words. | C:\ for the brain | Jack Dempseys bar New York 1980 | Granddad. |


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I laminate and post a few of these poems around the in-laws garden at appropriate points for this event. 


Geranium Bed

I have a hobby bordering mania

Taking cuttings of gerania;

“Not so!” your criticism comes

It’s plural is geraniums”.


Bird Feeders

These little rhymes made up of words

Just pale beside the songs of birds;

We keep these feeders fully stocked


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Also by John Coopey:



A new look for the social media giants 

Censorship is now their yearning

What we called that years ago

Was an old-fashioned book burning 

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Also by Joe Marcello:


A Comforting Thought


is a supreme journey.

Nobody knows of its countless surprises

till one inevitable day



The station where the


departs at its journeys end

to find a new breathing space.

Why be afraid of such places

when nobody knows what happens



AA 5 August 1974


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Also by Abdul Ahmad:

LOOKING AT THE MIRROR | At The Seaside | A Dream | The servant of the land | A Fairy Tale | Scintillating conversation | Blessed Boris | Play temptation | Equilibrium of mind | Rosy future | A banquet spread out in the night sky | The mirror only now reflects | Monkeys filled the vacuum | A well planned return |

Consequences (Part 1)

NB. (A few of you know I am running a really informal little writing workshop tonight at the moment which meets up every two weeks. As a fun exercise tonight to finish off the night we wrote a kind of consequences poem where we took it in turns to write a line each and then as it went really well, we then did a second line. I won't say who did what, but thanks to Amanda, Reggie, Antonia, Mike and ...

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Also by Andy N:

A Tanka and a Haiku about after the storm has passed | A Tanka and a Haiku about the rain | Sailing the storms home | Lost in a forest in pitch darkness at midnight | A Tanka and a Haiku dealing with emotions about not seeing your parents in four months since before the virus started | Hopeless Rescue | A Haiku about returning to the beaches when it is safe to go there again. |

Secret saviour

I saw her from a distance

sadly gazing up and around

the star-studded natural gift shop window

of the night sky


as though looking for something

to help stop the tears.


But I wouldn't weep if I were her

I would let the Moons meditative charisma

induce the healing powers of slumber

into those weary eyes

brimmed with the liquidity of despair


so will she...

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Wave music | Burden of hindsight. | My last Peter Green gig. | At each others throats | Farm girl | Natural husband | Related | Imperative support | They who self destroy | After-light | Romanyesque | Silent siren | The penny drops! | The possibility of endangering a gentleman's genitalia | A words inside words hunt with my new thinking albeit ( as yet ) unsuccessful self | Praising the old Masters | Dreaming of a dream | Those ever useful off-cuts! | Downturn | The old unanswerable question | Bombshell of suddenly imposed singularity | And in the right hand corner Leon ' raging bull ' Stolgard! | Back into the realms of madness! | Barefaced cheek! | Condoning devilry | A poem from the book of me |

Near Misses and Fatal Mistakes

I’m behind the wheel again

and the brakes have gone out.

I have no control of this life I’m living.

With the wheel in my hand

I can but hope for the best

as I’m pumping the pedal 

hoping for a miracle. 

Get out of the way!

Can’t you see what’s happening?

Panic stricken and wild eyed

I search for a way out,

for any place of safety,

but there are no vacancies. 


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Also by Shehariah:

A Call to Disarm | In This Moment | The God Realm | We Are the Archers | The Hell Realm | In the Realm of the Hungry Ghosts | Drowning Pt. 2 | What’s Past is Prologue | I Am With You | Flatline | Fallow Ground | Darkness, Farewell | Dark Comforter | Casualties of War | Beyond the Horizon | Aftermath | Addiction | Oh, Little One | Drowning Pt. 1 |

The MAGA Hat is Dead

Hey you!
Yeah you with the MAGA hat
You’re like the filth of a rat
You’ve got the brain of a gnat

You pledge allegiance to a swine—
—that’s 45
You fall in line

I think you’ve been misled
by that inbred chucklehead

So let’s go overdrive
Swap that hat for a hive

I think you need some stings
I think you need to hurt

All the states that were swings are going to leave you in the dirt


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Also by ACE8.6:

Banish him | Freedom to Breathe |



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I May Be Wrong


I may be wrong but I’ll say it anyway

surely that is the point.

Jung’s theory of circumambulation says

“Give it a go”


Follow that glimmering thing

that interests you

down the path of development.

Heed the call to adventure

let new parts of you manifest.

Be the fool as precursor to

the Jedi master.


It’s an error ridden process

to ...

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Also by Nicola Hulme:

Sunflowers and Old Boots |


to belong here

irritating tears-

         a hardening 

before a sense of



breaking down waves of



a window

to the heart & soul of: 


trying, sorting,

feeling, fighting,


unchartered spaces

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Also by kimberly:

the lull of the storm | bound by the same thread | North Star | abandoned sea of flames | building tomorrows | Out of the dark corners | Stay... | Doublespeak | Choking | Unwell | A keen eye's woe | Deconstruction Site | Chasing Sunsets | Did I Ever Tell You... |

painful breathing

Waves that wash aboard the shore,
And the gauntlets that keep on burning,
ig euss this world is hell.

You step forward into the muddy puddle,
And reminded of those that love you,
But this turn about a dime is so greedy.

Vicious dogs I guess alike,
Where the ignorant did not hear me.

But I know along this path,
Forlonged this world has burned me.

I guess the hollow things inside,

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Also by Alita Moore:

im tired | straight lines | Repettitive Behavior | after image sky | reflections of hell | not yet | we, the living |


For sake of life, silence is better. It keeps many problems at bay but it doesn't mean a person is angry or hasn't any love and care. Silence simply is a pause when things around are creating a mess burdening souls with unhealthy emotions. Let the souls talk and find the words in silence, the words of true love care and everything beyond words can Express. Words are golden, silence is better than ...

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Also by Amatul Wadud:

Article 2 | Messed up | Unfinished work1 | Synopsis 7 | Poem1 | Synopsis7 | Synopsis 6 | Synopsis 5 | Synopsis 4 | The orphan | Article1 | Synopsis3 | Synopsis 2 | Synopsis |


You tell me I am beautiful
But I'd rather be smart than beautiful
Because in your world
Beauty is a curse and smartness a gift
Beauty makes your life hell
My mother tells me to be careful
Just because you tell me I am beautiful
But I'd rather be free than be pretty
To have the freedom to walk on the street
Without leering eyes and catcalls and whistles
My mother tells me to be careful

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Also by Wanya Sinha:

His Ego | The Ice Queen | Crime | Broken Dawn | Sin and Me | Love for Hate | The Story of My Strife: Living With Borderline Personality Disorder | Of Hatred and the Worldly Ways | Pain and the World's View of It |


I  once saw a wolf in the woods

Felt the cold glare of its emerald eyes 

I was alone and defenseless 

And scared 

Because I was just a child 

But wolf showed me mercy 

Like a noble king and not a dictator 

And left me with a warning never to return to his forest again

I once saw a wolf in a zoo

His foggy eyes week and winded on mine

I stood tall but ashamed 


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Modern Blues


I went to the fortune teller, baby

I  said, I went to the fortune teller, today


I said, how can you deceive all these poor



I’m calling the state bureau of 

consumer affairs


I saw the witch doctor the other day, baby

I saw the witch doctor the other day, baby


I said, I’m thinking of doing a master’s 

in ethnomusicology. 


Could I sp...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Luba | the time of troubadours | Other Blues | And then you'll be happy | Double You | Bodagaese | Objectionable | Lizzy MD, Patron Saint of the Inappropriate  | Decades | Rugged Individualisms | Moving | Men’s Feelings | Young Musicians |

Last Night, I couldn't sleep

Last night, I couldn’t sleep 

Maybe it was the demon under my bed 

Or maybe just the demon inside my head 

Maybe it was someone’s screams   

Or maybe just my lost dreams 

Last night, I couldn’t sleep 

Maybe I was not sleepy 

Or maybe just too weepy 

Maybe I was afraid of something hideous 

Or maybe just losing someone precious 

Last night, I couldn’t sleep 

Maybe j...

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found poem

Brighten the corners,

Shady Lane

You forgot it in people

A fading frontier 

At war with the mystics

We have amnesia sometimes


Dear catastrophe waitress,

Girls in peacetime want to dance


It's a dance revolution

Can't hardly wait


My pride and joy, et cetera

Paint-spattered, beaming

I am universal


I go to seek a great perhaps

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Also by Aj:

tiny voices | Haiku for Life | Sonnet for Dread | Pantoum for the Birds |

Mental Health Workers

All those who work in mental health -
They have of goodness such great wealth.
Some of them can be quite outstanding,
For they are patient, kind and understanding.

Most are friendly and some are funny;
They do it to help, not for the money.
Even when the patient's rude or snappy,
The staff still aim to make them happy.

They are always calm and don't talk down.
They just want to turn t...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Face Masks | Our Pain |

Mental Health WorkersStuart VannerThe NHS





that boat on the coast croons the waves

whisking a dying infant in

a baptist sea for saving,

brought faith in God to save them,

a baptist sea for saving.

I see them from sand afloat-

a buoy in the water with chance

and such a sacred body

might sinking be belief-

to then arise them another-



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Also by Hannnah:

Anxious Ground |

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I’ll admit
I always liked the idea

of clever beings zooming around
in sleek swift spaceships
Somehow flying too slow to escape being spotted
but too quick to be discounted as alien

Even if they were really Earthlings
in classified military craft;
I can make space in my head to admire that

Worrying though that is
It’s kind of cool in its own way

But the latest breed of UFOs I hear about;

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Also by David Lindsay:

The Right Tools for the Job | Mary Had A Little Lamb | Carpe Noctem | A Northern Mockingbird | Groucho's Right | Lessons |

The One With Two Half-Brains

Abraham, abrained, quartered blackbox

the 4 directions and their shadows
and 7 on the spine in segments of
each breath a brain un t angle d
quarks in 8 brains crackling
a brain for every okayshun
a brain bubbling like a fried egg in a stained pan searching for answers
and finay near fatally answered 
by Something who believes Itself to be
hilarious cunning Etc. . . 
any ...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

Thunder and Darkening |

On Living in the Modern Day

On The World as a Wonderless, Godless, Hopeless Abyss

[DISCLAIMER- I've done basically no reading on this topic so this might all be obvious. Also, I'm not even religious]. 

Despite what the title might suggest, I am a happy, agnostic young adult with prospects and ambitions for the future. However, despite my naturally happy disposition, I have always felt somehow underwhelmed. I enjoy life...

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Garden Of Lust

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From a bed of roses

To a bed of nettles

Smooth satin sheets

Becoming metal

Tender whispers 

On plumped up pillows

Now bitter pills

And weeping willows

Love was taken

Not returned

Lust's a lesson

Never learned

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Also by Ruth O'Reilly:

Transformation | Forest Bathing |

flash fiction #bad romance

Inspiration In A Rose

Inspiration…where to seek pure inspiration?

That innermost creative beauteous elation

Living the urban life and wondering how

Is inner connection possible here and now?

Walking these city streets looking around

It’s alive in the buildings, people and sound

Yet here is nature, she never quite goes

Find yourself a park and go smell a rose



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Also by deanfraserofficial@yahoo.com:

Mirrored Imagination | Are You Ready? | Today in this 21st Century | Questioning | Endless Possibilities | What About Me? | Tales To Tell | Some People | Observed On My Travels | Dragons | The Jacket |

#inspiration #spiritualgrowth #nature #meditation


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The shed was an apex all-wood

home-built construction,

erected that furnace of a summer

when we burnt in the shade

and our feet turned to leather,

a backdrop of screaming swifts

swooping like mad dot banshees

in the forget-me-not blue.

We stood back and admired

the woody quality of its sturdiness,

overlooked the imperfections;

worth the blisters and swearing,


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Also by Jonathan Humble:

Fledge | A Goole Thing | Sitting In A Semi (after David Bowie) |


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It's the only

thing that i'm

looking for

that I've found

that I've once again



words and foto T Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Persephone's Wonderings |

July Collage Poem 2: Pain and Darkness

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Out of the land came beauty
and a beautiful headache
School of madness, replete with cat
Love from within me
Dancing within yourself 
Several days later 
Transient to your ways of love 
in this hidden place, 
the darkness you thought would protect you, 
but the light remains in my mine
Dance it out in post-Covid Strasbourg 
with Nietzsche and Jung
We return to the streets, 

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Also by Stockport WoL:

July 2020 Collage Poem: No Wasted Anger |

2020July Collage PoemPain and DarknessStockport Write Out LoudVincent Van Gogh

For The Big Man

When your 'ship went down' we where there for you.

You where never 'Alone' did you know that was true?

Our love went beyond your songs, the man on stage.

Beyond the rock star fame, adorning every front page.


We read your lyrics, we felt the emotion and your pain.

We prayed that your demons would be forever slain.

A fairer world you sung about, a return of hope and pride.


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Also by Mike Bartram:

Afar | 96 Points on 96 Minutess | New Day | Dream |


it´s harder to write
about happiness
than about pain
because happiness
is something
you´re trying to hold inside
while pain
is something
you´re trying to rip out

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Also by Liam Osaneo:

why we drink | Out of reach |



With his binoculars, he saw them both;

They lay, side by side, in the grassy lands.

Dressed in their Sunday best;

Each grasping nervous hands.


As he watched from the tower, they made plans;

Unfolded picnic tables and then wept

At unexpected bliss

And secrets closely kept,


Or so they thought. They hugged, as if unseen,

Their aching bodies duly fused as one.


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Also by Stephen Gospage:

Hyphen |


Resistance is futile. 

You will not find rest

as long as I am near, 

whispering in your ear. 


STOP,  right now.

Write now. 


Talk about how 

love echoes 

in the valley of 

lost souls. 


Share your hopes, 

dreams, fears. 


I’m listening, 


ready to bathe you, 

in serenity. 


I am your muse, 

voice of truth, 


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Also by Vautaw:

Blues Cafe | The One | Ever Green | Soul Songs | The Price | One Love |


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