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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 | CANCER LITE | Blown Away | Break out from the asylum | Forget-me-not | 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 |

4/12

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 Mikey V Kinsey:

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

Unrestrained

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 |

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Middle-grounds

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

Hope

This

lockdown

malarkey

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 |

Curfew

Curfew

 

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 |

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DUST JACKET BIO

 

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.

Hi...

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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 |

Floored

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

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

 

 

You'r...

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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? |

The pathological liar

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...

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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) ? |

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)

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 |

BrokendepressionheartbreakloveregretsrelationshipsBisexualityBisexual

Unbreakable

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 c...

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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? |

Bury me at sea

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

Asylum

Grey fat 

Splat

Drips and slides

Wars late

Homicide

Hallucination

Suicide.

Impulse is fun

But to be

Avoided. 

9mm is all it needed,

Short stretch of

Pressure.

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. |

NOTTON OPEN GARDENS 2020

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:

CRICKET CALYPSO (RAMADHIN AND VALENTINE) | "ONLY FOR OURSELVES" | HACK IN THE USSR | CULTURAL APPROPRIATION | THE VERGER AND THE MAGISTRATE | MACBETH - HISTORICAL DISCLAIMER | THE CONTINUING STORY OF THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER | MISTRESS RACHEL | THE 11 PLUS | BAME! | THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO |

THE WRITE STUFF

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:

NO FIX IN TIME | LAST LAUGH | 1984 |

A Comforting Thought

Life

is a supreme journey.

Nobody knows of its countless surprises

till one inevitable day

Death

arrives.

The station where the

Soul

departs at its journeys end

to find a new breathing space.

Why be afraid of such places

when nobody knows what happens

there.

 

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. |

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 ...

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Also by ACE8.6:

Banish him | Freedom to Breathe |

2020ElectionMAGATrump

Circumambulation

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 |

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to belong here

irritating tears-

         a hardening 

before a sense of

         belonging

 

breaking down waves of

         rebellion

 

a window

to the heart & soul of: 

 

trying, sorting,

feeling, fighting,

        howling

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... |

Beautiful

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
W...

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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 |

Wolf

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 

Becaus...

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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

people 

 

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 |

Stuart VannerThe NHSMental Health Workers

Alive

 

 

 

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-

alive.

[2020]

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Also by Hannnah:

Anxious Ground |

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U.F.Os

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 h...

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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
3……………………………3
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

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 fictionbad 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

 

www.deanfrasercentral.com

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Also by Dean Fraser:

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 |

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Lost

It's the only

thing that i'm

looking for

that I've found

that I've once again

lost.

 

words and foto T Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Persephone's Wonderings |

July Collage Poem 2: Pain and Darkness

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, 
everything...

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Also by Stockport WoL:

July 2020 Collage Poem: No Wasted Anger |

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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 |

tilted

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 |

Binoculars

 

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 |

Echoes

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, 

channeling, 

ready to bathe you, 

in serenity. 

 

I am your muse, 

voice of truth, 

your...

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Also by Vautaw:

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

Callingdestinydreamsfaithfatehopeslegacymuserelationshipswriting

THE MYTH OF EQUALITY

Am I equal to Albert Einstein?

Am I equal to Usain Bolt?

Do these questions (just two samples)

Give your intellect a jolt?

Am I equal to Her Majesty

Or Jeff Bezos and his cash?

Rupert Murdoch with his empire?

Sense says such claims are rash.

Being equal before the law...

With talent given opportunity

These two we shouldn't ignore 

For the reality of social unity

...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

SPIKED ! | VIRTUE | SOME LIGHT RELIEF | THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK | MORE OF THE SIMILAR | HUMOUR IS THE RUMOUR | GHISLAINE MAXWELL | SUTURES AND FUTURES | FREEDOM OF SPEECH | SOME POETRY | SIGN FOR THE TIMES | RIGHT ON OSCAR! |

O Sons! I Hope You Will Sing About Me

O Sons! I Hope You Will Sing  About Me

Ujjal Mandal, Ganguria, India


Poetry is the song of my heart
As it is born with the pen  
In my hand.
When I am gone form 
This beautiful world, 
I hope O dear sons!
You will sing me.
Because my verse
Contains emotion for learning, 
Compassion for the victims, 
And jolly moments for pleasure.

 

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Also by Ujjal Mandal:

Welcome Tomorrow | The Candle and the Thread | A Frustrated Lover's Pay | Yesterday is Better than Tomorrow | Maa, the Maker of the World | Mother, My Loving Lotus |

Life

Version 2

Primary and dull colours bore us, 

But when my twin’s rainbow windows shine on my sallow skin,

They mix together and our veins are made deeper.

He animated us;

instead of simply seeing red:

We can taste the scarlett drawn by his bite on our lips. 

It drips and sets ablaze our skin

-melting me to my twin

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Also by Sophie:

I can taste the scarlett drawn by his bite of my lips |

Jungle Breath

Jungle Breath

 

 

she just woke up with jungle breath

lianas swaying left and right

screeching yellow monkeys

had been swinging through her night

 

the tigers eye and serpents glare

snuck past teeth and tongue

leaving there a fragrance

that quite resembled dung

 

crocs lay in waiting

in lakes of rippled spittle

and down along the waterfall

the lips d...

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Also by Leora Rosner:

Riding with the Ghymly |

humour

May The Gods Grant You My Wish

 

May life make you truly rich,
May your blessings be divine,
May your house be blessed with love,
May your life be blessed with time,
May your mind be filled with wonder,
May your heart stay strong and true,
May your fears be cast asunder,
May your courage see you through,
May your spirit always shine,
May the gods grant you my wish,
May your blessings be divine,
May your life be tr...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

The Nameless | The Question | The Surfers Smile | Time For A Change | The Game | The Bridge Of Broken Bones | Paint | Amor Fati |

Runner

I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you

I didn’t notice I was still running from the past

had blurry vision cause my pace was fast

unable to build anything that lasts

 

bonding never occurred to me

I was so desperate to be free

running I did, away from the past

now I’m alone

the first will be last

 

afraid to let you close

cause I might get attached

like with t...

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Also by Lasse Krey:

Thundersoul | Freedom | Struggling in veins | Cloudy Eyes | I don't mind |

lonelyrunning awaythe pastwolf

Universe

'How fast the world spins

As I mark through dark trees

The passage of the Moon.

 

The same for Sun, of course,

But there is an intimacy in shadow

Not found in daylight.

Night drops a veil

Over the familiar

And all becomes uncertainty.

 

It opens the universe

To our enthralled sight

As the invisible becomes visible,

Thrilling us to realize

How insignific...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Heady Idea | Waking Up |

FLOAT

FLOAT

world fades
away
twinkling lights
on the bay

become
weightless
like a lover's
caress

deep...deep
sea
far...far
underneath

the ocean
breathes
swells and
heaves

tossing
me
as a leaf
in a breeze

long
exhale
like a slumbering
whale

float
inanimate
on a watery
planet

buoy up
drift down
breaking waves
for sound

no right
or wrong
only the lonely
...

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Also by cindylee loucks:

FEMPIRE | SQUEEZE THE DAY | WALTZ | QUESTION |

fantasy poems

"Spell Bound"

"Spell Bound."

The evening you walked away from him
The night cast its spell on your rage
Your tears dropped lavishly on your cheek
He walked out on you again!

He didn't say it was over.
He walked on the feelings 
You spread like trophies at his feet.
And left with her, the new lady that's not you.

Your mind were another's, a maniac's.
It muttered strange things to your head.
Your...

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Also by Emeka Collins:

"When the Face you Detest is You" | "Bound for the City" | "Conversation with an atheist Lover" |

Wild Flower

He loves me, he loves me not.
In my hands I hold our fate - 
watching as the petals drop
as if to insinuate
a predictable future
from this one wild flower.

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Bro

When you were born, I thought my love had to be shared.
Of all the burdens I must bear
My brother is on top the list,
Cause my parents really messed up there.

When we lived together
I felt like leaving you outside in the rain,
For my little baby brother
Is surely a very big pain.

But at times when you gave up all that you had-
I realized how much my brother really cared
For you did i...

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July 27th 2020

Born and raised in a broken home
Not broken in the sense that I didn't have a mother and a father, because I did
Broken in the sense that I never got the attention I needed
Broken in the sense that I was never properly supported while I grew up
I couldn't talk to my dad for fear of being judged
Fear of being told I'm wrong and that what I was feeling was unnecessary
Not broken in the sense t...

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Flashback

Tapping of shoes 

Voices of shout

Banging of desks

Laughing out loud

 

Ringing of bell

Rustling through door

Settled on desk 

Awaiting for more

 

Greeting and regards

Beginning of class

Jotting of notes

Listening to chaos

 

Frontiers look serious

Middle being sleepy

Back benchers busy

Irritating fellow beings

 

Endurance being tested

P...

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Also by Anmolpreet Kaur:

Jealousy: A vicious seed | A Curse went wrong | Today's Mission | Slumber | First Impression | Smeared |

Trading ink for sanity

Sky running past orange bobber,
 hair full of scales
Moon beheading the queen
 of cicadas and nails
Heart hardening like concrete,
 eyes blistering salt
Naturally finding fault,
 cut clean to the bone
Lighting all the candles in our
 little sinking home
Fish making processions,
 I'll never be alone

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Also by sandbar:

Trinket x | Cylindropuntia imbricata | Bugs coming out of our noses | Botanophila discreta |

Solidarity

May never a Cock in England Crow,
Nor never a Pipe in Scotland Blow,
Nor never a Harp in Ireland Play,
Till Liberty regains Her Sway.

The Skelmanthorpe Flag, West Yorkshire, c. 1819

 

May all the Choirs in Wales Sing,
and the Liberty Bell in America Ring,
and the Dancers of India stamp their Feet,
till Decolonisation is Complete.

May Caribbean Poets Rhyme,
and Jazz Bands Play in...

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Fascination Captivated

Fascination captivated,

Novel looks activated…

The admiration button is pressed on.

Mesmerizing you and I am smitten

This spontaneous effect was never written,

It is purely an add on.

 

Your eyes send ripples and they softly touch

Something happens in my heart and it’s too much

My heart beats fast now-a-days when I see you.

Although there is a distance,

Yet I feel ...

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Booking Alteration

Cancelled Spain

Straight away

Instead Southport

Sounds promising

No fourteen

Day quarantine

Restrictions there.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Abandoned |

Put passport away

The Last of the Mohicans

Closely based on an actual Lockdown haircut experience

 

Salt and peppered Caledonian,

Wanderer now set to stay,

Coupled with a native lassie,

Living close by Rossie Brae.

 

She it is maintains his hairstyle

During these Corona days.

She it is who wields the blade

That shapes wee Baz in many ways. 

 

His preference was a simple cut

“Perhaps a little off the t...

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small minds

small minded girl
small minded little girl

never a good thought in her mind
she spends all day imagining dumb stuff in her stupid little mind 
everything she thinks means nothing
her perspective is useless in the eyes of everyone besides herself

dumb, stupid, air-head they call her
degrading her day by day
stripping every last thought from her microscopic mind

causing her to conform...

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Also by Brooke:

big lots | fall semester | austin | one night | the bus | bodies (pieces of meat) |

feminismdumbconformity

Mindful Monday

Can we be brave and kind,
Strong enough to speak our mind? 


Can we be mindful of the words we say,
As we go about our busy day? 


I challenge you to try this week,
to reflect on every word you speak. 


Will you be kind and gentle with yourself and others?
Friends, strangers, sisters and brothers.

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A Bohemian Journey

So many nights I have rested beneath the unnerved sky,
plucking the strings of a lyre.
Sacrificed made decisions to be free-spirited.
I'm living the life of a Bohemian
a man,
comforted by desires and serenity
just like a canvas invites paint to a dance.

Red wine spices my tongue
feeling the essence as I swallow.
Wiping the discoloured effect from my lips.

Strewn grass caresses my fee...

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Also by MARIA ELENA:

Amy Johnson | Shower Time | Death | When we were Gypsies | To the Lost Trawlermen of Hull | The Bailaora of the Ball |

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Love, the return of my humanity

I have loved deeply

Of the sort

Movies are made of

And love has returned unto me

My humanity

Though not before first demanding

Of me

Soul baring honesty

And faithful surrendering

Of all pretensions of biographies

Then and only then

On my knees

Through sheets of tears

Grace

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Also by Roslina Chai:

Who is the me |

Sad dreams

Was it true,

sleep depends on tears?

 

To refill the well

that had dried up by day,

 

Or to wet the lids, at the least,

by dreaming sad dreams,

 

With that tearful hope,

had the sleep come by night?

 

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Also by Michael Kwack:

A Pilot's Joke | To Summer | Birth of Octave | A Perfect Afternoon |

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The Nodding Donkeys

 

 

 

The Nodding Donkeys

 

You surround yourself with yes-men

Nodding donkeys

Dipping ducks

Extreme sycophants

Toadies

Who take their pleasures from licking boots

 

It’s a wonder they don’t crick their necks

With all that nodding

 

You offer the crumbs from your table

But for the special ones

The nodding donkeys

A soupçon more  

 

And th...

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Also by kJ Walker:

You just can't polish a turd |

Lovely Lies 1

Pain is what changed

hurt is what stole

the smile from your lips

we all die at the end of this

you carry the burden of scars no one notices

the face u wake to is blank

not knowing who loves the way u need

pulling the trigger each time hoping the bullet doesn't fire

sink deeply where no one understands

and the pressure becomes much to withstand

attracted back to the fo...

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THE WAY AM I

Nobody knows me,

Not even myself

I meet people everyday

I talk , I laugh , I smile

Others say that I lie.

 

I’m complicated, orphic

 hard to understand

Just like the way we don’t know                                                                                                                      what happens in between the oceans.                         

 

I’m an...

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Also by pratishtha singh:

THE LEAVES | TRYING.. | I AM READY | Life….. | TIME |

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Climbing the Malverns

Picking strawberries, soft fruit caking jeans,

socks nibbled by something in the barn at night.

On a free Saturday, after Friday night revels,

accompanied by hangovers we climbed the Malverns,

all Herefordshire and Worcestershire beneath our feet.

 

You were a schoolmate I didn’t know too well.

I bowed to your knowledge of British blues bands,

admired your cool. We tried it...

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Clouds

Heart beating fast asking, begging, praying, for it to slow down

It can't take the pain of being in love

A love that is impossible, a love that is gone

So she takes a hit, and then everything moves so slow

Her heart calms down and she forgets the pain 

The clouds fill her lungs and she takes a final breathe

Her heart calms down and the pain is no more 

 

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In Appreciation Of Genuine Poetry

 

Thinking of the weekend
on a dull wednesday morning
that's poetry
brings about a glint of joy 
a welling of sorrow 
seeing Olhos de Agua
from a bus in Gravesend
for the chance to break 
the language barrier
eye to eye with dolphins
they, scarred, in their element and I in mine
that's poetry
like meeting a wise cousin at the zoo
who finds a way to say- nothing special
then you co...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Life is... | My Plan | The Down-Trodden Bastard Still Blesses You | Poetical Polemic | Poem By The Stream | So | A History | Something About Hands |

(Never Going) Back Again

She likes this one.
I can see it’s perked her up.
She was bored at the bar
on a Monday afternoon,
but now she’s dancing.
She doesn’t need to use her feet,
just hips, shoulders, 
and a smile.

If it was later I might tell her
I prefer Peter Green
to Lindsey Buckingham,
but I’m still sober enough
to know better.

Instead I say
I’ll have another pint,
though she’s already pulling it
...

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Dream on

I met you once, by chance
but you appeared in my dreams
the very next day.
It was not happy nor unhappy
not in black and white but nor bright and colourful
(like the ones I usually see)
It wasn't unimaginable or unclear
(like most of my dreams)
It didn't change faces or continued for a longtime

I saw us at a party
you stood across the room
and suddenly turned, caught my eye and smiled
...

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PANCAKES AND GHEE


Sambo bullied by controversy
His name appropriated by a culture to destroy history
To shame our ancestor's genealogy
Why use a child's name to create shame

Pancakes and ghee
About to have breakfast with Bhenji
Free to be everything even family

 

Sambo bullied by history
Another culture steels his story
Blamed for the generations pain
His story never told the same way again
...

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Also by Thomas Dooley:

WHITE TEARS | MUSE ME | POETIC | ANOTHER DAY GOES BY | BLESSED DANE | REVLUTIONARY SOUL | FIRST OF JUNE | BOY INSIDE | 143 | KARIN CRIES | WHAT IS A KING | TRIBUTE TO SOUND | BABY IN SUMMER | DEAR MARIAH | THE BACK ROADS | SAVE A PRAYER FOR THE BEAUTIFUL ONE | IMAGES OF INDIA | MS LEE | LAKSHMI | PAPER LOVE | MARY SOUL | DIED | MISTER MAC | CROSSROADS BLUES | UNCOVER | 21 DAYS | MORNING OVER AHMEDABAD | SO COOL | DEAR SISTER (For Hansa) | I BEAT THE GROUND | JUST A GUY | WET CHICKEN |

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Establish Order...

Establish Order...

What's the last resort?
Amidst deadly chaos,
Movement banned,
In standstill hours.

So called mighty humans,
Find safe home-havens,
To avoid the deadly attack,
Of trivial unseen aliens.

The aliens bring the humans,
To Ozymandian conditions,
As if to tell,
At last nothing remains!

But the aliens're unaware of
The special species of men,
Who's always ready to...

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Also by DR. MUKUND BHANDARI:

Domains of Immortal Breeds | Permanent Address | BETTER OUR 'MORRO | Obtain the Face of Oversoul |

Common Sense Needed

Why do they need to be told .Why do some people have to be Told . Are they happy to live a lie . Why have to be told and wonder Why . If you think you can Catch  a Disease . Why wonder if or not do we do things to stop it Or have we forgot . Use your Common  Sense . Ware a Mask

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Also by Wendy A Higson:

A Parent | Words |

Numb

One by one, every echo bounces off the wall, cant let go. You told me not to worry but went out of sight in quite a hurry. Felt all alone, couldnt unfold all of my darkest thoughts into a language we both spoke. 

I'd raised the pillars from the ground and made them cast over me, as long as I kept them tall, I'd never be afraid to fall 

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Also by Carter Hunt:

Melting Heart |

Darknesslove

A poetic justice

He took his wife
A punching bag
He is at liberty to hug
Or to blow up steam
By her hairs to drag.

As it may sound sad
He opted to project
A doting husband facade.

When she became vocal
About this
To his parents
Who she called
Mom and dad
"We do not expect
Our well brought up
Son with
Something underhand!"

"We are afraid
The complaint is not
Plausible as he has
A cool head...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

Historic cusp | Superimposed |

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THE BEAUTIFUL GAME / 1966

 

THE BEAUTIFUL GAME / 1966            

 

When I was Edson Arantes Do Nascimento, it seemed everyone knew my name.

From the back streets of Botafogo to West Midlands housing estate,

we played the beautiful game. In the shadow of electricity pylon,

its arms outstretched in pose of Christ at Corcovado. The Maracanã transposed

from Rio de Janeiro; streetlight illuminating our s...

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Also by trevor homer:

NURSES HAVE FEELINGS TOO. |

Muse

His words like the ocean so full of depth not a thing was shallow about his work. 

Each verse ran smooth with a profound sort of swagger one couldn't resist. 

She could easily get lost in descriptive metaphors and she often did. 

Her mouth quoting his intelligent thoughts and memorizing stanzas till late. She longed for the conversation behind each piece. 

What inspires the writer insi...

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Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:

My Place. |

Ghazal No. 1

Preamble: So I learned about the ghazal form from an amazing Urdu poet over on Instagram, and just had to try it in English. He paid me the greatest compliment by liking it. I guess you can look up the rhyme rules yourself if you're interested... 

 

Though Cupid did to you direct my love
It seems his aim was not correct, my love

Although my heart to you I freely give,
Affection I do not...

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Workshop

Today we’ll learn to build a wordstone wall,

substantial as the one before you now.

It must survive hard frosts; wild gales and squalls;

ride seismic shifts; endure the shunts of cows.

 

First we think about what it’s for.

The purpose might be to keep your chattels penned

or keep intruders out.

It may define the boundaries of your tract

or simply be aesthetic.

Conside...

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Also by Tim Ellis:

Pigs (three different ones) |

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The Being in the Cloud

She admires the sky as it begins to brew

The pressure builds as it darkens in color

It tries to hold the storm inside itself; it attempts to hold the weight alone

As the storm within itself grows, it begins to drop the heavier it gets

Drip, drip, drip; the pressure, the weight of the storm has overcome the strength it once had

The storm was too much for the cloud to withstand alone;...

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Also by Kristy:

She Was Her Absolute |

WELL DEVELOPED

Level the fields

mark them out

provide an entry roundabout

 

put up flags

design the plots

split the haves from the have nots

 

put in some clouds

a distant view

just to remind us of times gone by

 

when rural ways

were justified

with no developers satisfied

 

expand your online catalogue

never mind the waterlog

where you can you always will

...

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Also by ray pool:

ATTITUDE | BLUEBOTTLE | CHECHNYAN FUGITIVE | PLATITUDES | THE GARDEN OF Dr. MOREAU |

Tempest

Like a raging gale, 

sunset burns me up when memories  

cast me into the subconscious of pleasure

 

Fire embraces me, 

the sky of your kisses flash on my lips;

chained by the smell of your breath

and it is not possible to caress you with my hands

 

Tie me to your heartbeat, 

to sin, until I am hypnotized by passion

 

Alas, grant me at least the dry leaves of you...

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Also by Noris Roberts:

The first touch of our lips |

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Tug Of War

Sweat and tears and laughter flowing through
Your body while your friends cheer you
On, and cheer your opponent on.

You both want to win, but in order for one of you
To win, the other has to lose. 

It starts off friendly, tentative
You keep eye contact, you smile
You want to enjoy the comradery.

There are no sides according to your audience
But both of you know that there is 
A rig...

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Also by Maddie Wilson:

Angry | My Safe Place | A Confession | Proof read | Loneliness | A Declaration | Pretty | I Don't Miss You | The Old Ball And Chain | Why Would You Do That? | Green Eyes |

letting go

PLAYING SOLDIERS

PLAYING SOLDIERS

Our armies are lined up:

facing off across the carpet,

generals on fine horses

presiding from behind the ranks.

My uncle launches an attack:

sends his infantry forward

then scatters then dead

across no-man's land

for dramatic effect.

They die so easily, I think.

handfuls of cheap life

sacrificed in the war zone.

Later, watching TV

we get n...

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Nobody

there’s nobody for him

in the streets

 

bells toll distantly

bossed chin, stubble

 

he sits by himself

he sits away

 

from himself

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Also by Clive Culverhouse:

Realms | Wicca | Mission | Shockwaves | Pagans | The Asked Man | Let’s Escape Tonight | The Pact | If The Flames |

The Tent I Live In

I have an array of tents

They’re nearly all the colour black

I don’t use them for going camping

Or carry them in a pack

They don’t go over a ground sheet

To keep out the wind and rain

or provide temporary accommodation 

When I’ve lost my flat again

No these are the ones that I wear

For every occasion you see

They have to be very loose fitting

To make room for a per...

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Also by Rick Varden:

Everything’s Going to be Alright | Strike a Light |

How to make an Angry Stew

Start a fire.

Steal a caldron.

Select the bones

of a longstanding struggle,

and toss them in.

Season with your spit.

Simmer for twenty-four hours.

 

Choose a raw nightmare;

a beast threatening all you adore,

a pitch-dark space which whispers.

Chop up the heart of it

and scatter into the mix.

Pour out a pint of good wine.

Half for you. Half for the stew.

...

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AngerNightmares

Paper boy

I want a paper boy who loves everybody

but me

He never see's my potential

he thrives from my downfalls

One day he will slip and

die

a somber death

It'll be good for him 

to see the truth

But this paper boy has gone this long

sticking to my back

I like the weight against my spine

the light touch of his body is a vague bliss

I can't get anywhere else

He knew...

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Also by Madalyne Ramos:

Roses | Bluebirds | Grow | Coward | What if | You assumed | These people you choose when to love |

Our Black Swan

          Floats toward the edge

                                         of N

                                               I

                                               A

                                              G

                                              A

                                              R

                                               A

     e...

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Also by D.W. Hamilton:

Different Colors of Cats | Wistful Creek | JULY 4 | Hurricane Alicia | 21 Column Colonnade | Anton's Arrival | RED WHITE AND BLUE (for Jon Jon) |

Perhaps it was cinnamon

perhaps it is the way you smell when i lay my head on your steady chest.

 the people we were last night will watch us through our bedroom window. we’re not the same, and that’s neutral. 

perhaps it was cinnamon, less than we ever thought. 

    the butterflies in my stomach turned to moths ages ago. 

            by all of the gods and goddesses, it was cinnamon.

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Also by someone you don’t know right now:

it’s mostly sadness, overall | Numb. |

but i know it was cinnamonCinnamonloveshe’s gone now

snow white's apple

Walking down the road no one travels on, lost are the souls that tried so hard to find themselves. Was the path really better? Luering you in with the beautiful greenery but what is lurking behind the beauty? Desperation to grasp ahold of innocent travelers, leading their journey to peace astray. Not a spiritual awakening they'll find, instead another dead end. Defeated, as you look theres no way ...

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Also by Adalyn Winn:

Malignant Manipulator | The opposition | Mind games |

hurtconfuseddepressionmanipulation

crossing lignes

Knots intertwined 
to become knots 
created for mankind 
dots we recognize 
cause we've lost 
what's Inside 
we tossed 
what didn't feel right 
too simple 
for our simple minds 
we created cost, 
and we became blind 
we chose what was right 
we draw a ligne
in a world where there
is no wrong no right 
what is wrong 
is what you decline 
as in every Truth 
it is not signed

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DINOSAURS

Dinosaurs emerge from Jurassic hibernation

to re-conquer Earth;

David Attenborough is eaten.

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Also by David Gabriel Caplan:

CREATURES |

Sex with the Devil

Happiness in those eyes

No more pain in those eyes

Never a lie told to me because what you got to lie for

Arms open ears turned body language focused

I got something to say and I need you to hear it but my mouth won’t speak it

If the relationship falls it’s because our love holds it up

It stops and starts our love stutters it needs some helping up

I love the unknown I need to ...

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Also by Jay:

I hate you |

confusedlove poetryundecideduncontrollabledismissivesexual awakening

Touch

missing you is not something I do quite often,

but when i do,all i miss is your warmth and touch.

your words were anyways a lie,

but your touch did made me feel alive when i felt dead.

 

-k.d

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Also by Kashish Dawar:

Soldier of my own life | Journey |

Touch poetry pain warmth memories

Salom

"Himo-ang armas

Ang mga libro

Sa pakigbisog

Sa kinabuhi,"

Matud pa nimo.

 

Mga pagsambit,

Karon nisindi,

Sa kandila nga,

Hagbay napalong,

Hagbay nihunong.

 

Mga pangandoy

Nga nalumos ra

Buhi'g galangoy

Sa kadagatan,

Ngitngit og lalom.

 

Akong nalitok,

"Dili pa andam,

Apan sa karon,

Sila ang purtahan,

Sa laing kalibutan."

 

Kal...

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Sunday, April 5, 2020 12:16 AM

And suddenly, 

the outside world is so enticing. 

Taunting. 

 

But instead, I'm going to bed 

after cutting my hair with crazy scissors 

and not brushing my teeth or washing my face.

I've tired out my body by swiping through bodies,

discarding them by swiping left on my dating app of choice. 

Tonight, they will seek phone sex with

another virtual woman

because I am...

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