Poetry Blogs (Sep 2020)

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I right now in this moment in time

Shal manifest light in your life and mine

Iv decided that now is when I should start

To express my desires held close to my heart

So read this carefully if you will

Whilst in silence and physically still

I was given  a gift of magic so pure

Its time to start to use it more

With eternal light from my soul

I demolish darkness to make me whole

I understand...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:


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Photo by Edurne Chopeitia on Unsplash


In my cottage in the hills
I am immune to the world’s ills,
or so I like to think.
On evenings of freezing fog,
I throw another log on the fire
watch closely as the flames reach higher,
take another sip of whiskey
stroke the back of my young dog,
Who feels the spirits in the breeze,
pick my book up from the stone cold floor.
Reading ...

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Also by John E Marks:

NEWS OF THE WORLD | Fable | Not forgot | These streets aren't meant for dreaming |  Blue | Waiting to be born, again | Day-of-the-dead | Alderman dies at funeral | Kicking leaves through dappled sunlight | Love | A collection of aphorisms | Dust motes for Dante Alighieri 1265 - 1321 | Die Wahrheit macht frei ('The truth sets you free') | Warmer than blood | Doppleganger contagion | Northern Sky | Coffin ships | A silence | September's rain | Holy Brokenness | Bright star |

Reclining Nude with left arm resting

Let us look at your lines

Just relax and lay down on the bed

Passion in all his ugly forms comes

in mighty waves over me

I can't stop the darkness

any longer

Hours and days

To be or to perish


Regrets, lines and silhouette


to extort

It controls my life

just as it is.






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Also by Rudyard Kooistra:

In the name of | Shell dump | Oppy wood | A losing battle | War is sick, 2005 | Totes Meer, part 2005 | Shipwreck by JMW Turner | No mirror | No Buchenwald | No fosfor | No shooting on may third | No Passchendaele | No more dead | No fighting Temeraire | No sides | No steam and speed | No totes meer | No wonder | No shining stars | No more heroes | No chance | No more mister nice guy | No life on Earth | No answer to give | No problem | No dutch/english | No swimming | No one knows | No death | No forest | No story | No one two | No one | No |

shadow our cat

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Shadow our  cat

communicates with us


he realizes that we cannot

speak cat so he watches

our human behavior

and uses it to communicate

with my wife and me


if his food bowl

is empty he does not meow

he just goes and stands

by his bowl and stares at us


if he is ready for bed

he goes to the bottom

of the stairway and stares at us

until we join h...

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Also by Clyde McCulley:

afraid of the dark | the sound of the sun | a gull or an angle |


Underground (Part 25 to 27)

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NB. Three more haikus about the Underground



Northern train at stop

Pauses like it is watching

You walk your two dogs.




Getting hotter and

Hotter, it feels like the train

Is overheating too.




Pausing for breath

The guard wakes up the girl

For her ticket home.

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Also by Andy N:

Consequences VII | Underground XXII to XXIV | Underground Part 16 to 21 | Consequences Part 5 and 6 | Underground Part 13 to 15 |

#haiku #shortpoem



Oh how we twist,

In the roiling firmament, this unrelenting mist,

Where no shape drawn is permanent, where nothing can persist,

Oh how we twist,

Oh how we turn,

A flicker flame of turbulence, watch it all burn,

In bitter flames of recompense, when will we learn?

Oh how we turn,

Oh how we coil,

Serpentine around the wrist, slicker than oil,

The tightening grip you...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Safe | How Little | True To Your Truth | Be Content With You | Dry Your Eyes | Child | Uncle Sam | A Pocket Full Of Rye | The Rose, The Stem And The Thorn |


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The Closing Chapters

What did you do when you were young grandad?


Come and sit down here next to me dear child

I’ll tell you about the days when I was really wild.


I smoked pot, and I smoked weed

I drank lots of alcohol, and other stuff I didn’t need

Romped around without my clothes wrote blank verse, and blanker prose,

And more of both than anybody knows.



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Also by Paul Sayer:

Looking Back | The Road To Nowhere. | Tin foiled hats on. | Untitled, unread poem. | A message from my Nan | Can I get an Amen | I have had enough of this B.S. | Morrissey, Joan Sims, Ouija and Me | RIP | You can’t silence thoughts | Here’s me thinking I’d retired | New Old Age Hippy | Walking in my mother’s shoes | The Soul of Man | From Boys to Men |

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An Old Fool

No need to argue that point.

Years ago I dismissed it and

I know my rationale precludes 

any thoughts of revisiting it.


As an educated person any

contrary viewpoint deserves

an answer, so I’ve developed 

several I use without thinking.


Honestly,  my logic is defensive.

I protect my legacy like you.

I don’t want to and won’t 

accept a flaw I’ve lived with.


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Also by Dan Holtan:

Symbiotic | Subtle Savior | War Wounds | Incite To Write | Exit Stage Life |


I've just had a visit from pest control

You know - those people who take the role

Of addressing nocturnal visits by mice

(And maybe other things not seen as "nice").

It seems another tenant made a complaint

About an absence of rodent restraint.

I live in a house two centuries old

And frankly would be surprised to be told

That it was free from timorous wee beasties

That s...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:


Another Woman

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About her stood

charred pillars

With the tourists

brushing past

while carrying

sodden momentos

dousing bonfires

from her past.


Her burning invisibility

and thier backwards

glancing toss

remains a wishfored


but glowed in its

unseen loss.


Words and image: Tommy Carroll



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Also by Tommy Carroll:

That Woman | Broken Masonry |

Bristol BS1 6


I could be locked down in Liverpool,

fined ten grand in Leeds,

confined to Cardiff campus,

thank God I'm in Temple Meads

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Also by Brian Maryon:

Girl on a Bike | Taking Paul Simon's Advice a Step Further... |

Here Nor There


Where am I

I am Here

although some would say

I am not all Here

but if I am not Here

where would I be?

the answer of course is

over There

I wish I was more Here

but sometimes my mind wanders

and I end up over There

the grass always seems greener

over There

There is similar to Here

only farther

yet there is nothing wrong with

being somewhere in be...

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Also by d.knape:

Mother Inez | Speaking of That | Old Men | DUCKS~~~a very fowl poem | Old Clothes, a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | Checks & Balances | Rain Revives | Credit Card | Replacement Parts | Cooperation | LIGHT OF LIGHTS...( A LOVE SONG) | Spice Of Life | As Summer Fades | The Man We Used To Know | Act Your Age | She Tends My Wounds | I Am A Man | HOMECOMING | MADNESS | I Can Only Imagine | GIVING | Fork In The Road | Masked Emotions | Making Allowances | FASTING |

On the Limitations Of Hand Gel

My love life is a dusty relic of the Stone Age

The risks of COVID are too much to handle

My new blow-up doll's not quite the same

But dames are just not worth the candle


I miss the gossip working from home, and

I'm growing obese eating non-stop cookies,

I'm depressed from thinking about my fate,

Facing queer street from on-line bookies


The allotment affords me a b...

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Also by simon lucan:

The Untouchables | Glad Eye | Runt | Blue Calfskin Nights | The Truth In Hot Sudden Tears | The Deepest Caverns Are In The Heart | Words That Mend Broken Dreams | What Became Of That Poor Girl? | Ghost Of Eden | Midnight In Moira's Garden | Only The Shadow Of Her Face | She'll Soon Come Back I'm Sure | Rungs | Winter In The Sky | Rain Doesn't Matter Now | Bold | Ginger And Fred | Saving Me For Later | Feline Grace | Brown Velvet | Flowers Are Yesterday | From Heart To Zero | Old Flames | Half-Fallen Rain | Nailed To My Doom | The Look Of You In Love | Black Poplar | No Tomorrow In Your Eyes | A Heart With No History |

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Your Way Will Find You

I will defend your right
to say things that I don’t like
and though I may disagree
it doesn’t mean that I detest you
I’ll try my best to understand
how you reached that point of view

However uneasy listening
don’t bite your tongue
Let us see and hear you
come and speak freely
You may offend me
but then I’ll know we’re not in tune

Perhaps we’ll both learn something
if but how to be...

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Also by Tom Alexander:

Marriage | Bury Me At Sea | Ghost Café |

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Peeled And Ate

I write an itch of peeled skin baring it to the world.


Candle flame rivers in the night undulating with spilling liquid fire.


The vagrant of dreams goes to bed like a man riding a boxcar to anywhere. Dispossesed from any fact.


Aimless the bullet goes straight to the heart like a scorching vague obscurity.


You made me hungry for something I can't name.

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Also by Daniel Reuben King:

Fray Today | Red Splattering Of Roses In Annabel's Garden | Aphros | Wounded By Shakespeare | Four Dimensional Shadows | Apricot Tot Forget Me Not | Ancient Fresh Fruit | A Night That Longed To Caress Day | Fairytale Flesh | Terror Raged And The Mind Fed It Cruelty | Actaeon | The Flesh Of Thought | Through The Eyes Of The Universe, Cruising For Sex | Love The Opium Of Our Tortures | The Procreation Of Mirrors | Hymn To Limos Goddess Of Starvation | Drunken Upon Thought Made Wines |


shower drain


i invite you in my life to feel something again

to turn my numbness into happiness;

you are my happiness 

you make me my happiest

no one loves me as much as you do.


day in and day out i consume your love and affection.

soaking up every last bit. the feeling of feeling something for someone again excites my soul.

feeling anything is so hard these days.

but then i a...

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Season 5 has gone for a reason Where losers cry for freedom And winners jump in fear The eye is so deceiving For it is set to receive the friendly foes BB Naija Is a deceiving eye in Nigeria! Where people are set to receive BB Biafra Inside Africa. Laycon has set to lay beside a corn Where Dorothy has set to consume the whole area. BBN is the deceiving eye Which has deceived so many pe...

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Also by Chinwendu C.E Rays:


Opposites Attract

Slightly hungover

scruffy brown

leather jacket

chats up

somewhat amused

smartly dressed

pin stripe

bespoke suit

mobile numbers

contacts exchanged

text sent

False Eyelashes x

date confirmed

Shiny Shoes x

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Also by Nigel Astell:

The Confession | Thoughtful Changes |

Still dating

First love

The mornings we spent laughing
with eggs and bacon
and cups of sweet tea
because we didn’t really
like coffee yet
and with flour on our faces
because we were making pancakes
and you decided to start a fight

These are some
of the warmest places
in my heart

It´s so sad
I can´t remember
what kind of tea you liked

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Also by Liam Osaneo:

the good kind of sinking |



knees buckle beneath the heaviness

of your creamy taste between my lips.

Inside I'm like a waterfall: Gushing, dripping, soiling...

I tremble, drunk on your desires

and, the vivid scenes you whisper to me-

-only make me want you more. 


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Ignorant to society |

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i believed every word thats when the tables turned

i fell for the pretence of feeling me at first

part of me always knew this was heading for the worse

cause i know im not the only girl youre lying

to the only girl you crying to

i was stupid to feel special

but fresh out of heartbreak how was i to know who you genuine too

you got such good timing shouldve noticed the mind game...

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#love #women #heartbreaks #honest #games #waited

tissue box

They could try again in a few years,

Yet she left the box untouched

And sewed her skin with salt

-Even though she was cleaned 

By the torrent of tears.

The tissue dissolves in his touch,

It leaves residue as it brushes his lips,

It breaks away on his finger tips;

He absorbs it,

a more sinnued heart


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Raindrops and Puddles









Hydro power

Drizzly shower

Tropical, magical

Storm clouds soaring

It’s raining it’s pouring

It's raining cats and dogs

Great for ducks and frogs

Streaming down my pane

The never ending rain

Splish, splash

Drip drop




puddles everywhere

from which your dog can...

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Also by julie callaghan:

Autumnal Glory | Celebrate Good Times | Gone Fishing | Three Months Until You Know What! | Six Months Ago, Six Months To Go | The Puzzle | A Moment On The Lips | The Roundabout | Poor Performance | Thank You WOL | The Butterfly Tree | Hands, Face, Space | Here I Sit | Autumn Scene | Guilty | The Rule Of Six | The Hokey Cokey | Market Day | Too Late Too Soon | Eclipsed | Every Cloud | Turn Back The Clocks | Money, Money, Money | Boat Trip To Gumusluk | Day Trip To Bodrum |

Fleeting Images

The other day I caught myself staring at your image
Embedded in the cliff-side pool.
Surrounded by flowers and foliage,
Miles away from you.

Your skin porcelain,
Flaws hidden,
Eyes clement,
You didn't even seem human.

And maybe you weren't.
You were perhaps just an abstract concept,
An evanescent concoction of pigments,
Who swam away, leaving behind no remnants.

When I thought ab...

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Also by Shifa Maqba:

Within These Walls |


Jack Dempsey New York New York.

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Jack Dempsey’s NY 1980


Oh god. Oh Dear.

A hangover in New York New York.

Small recollections through

hazes of alcohol pulsed pain.

Shaking fingers fumbling 

for coffee and cigarette.

In a dark wood cased  cabin

from sweat stinking bunk.

A million other people

who jerked through the same dance.

Night before around the world.

I stepped in time with you.



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Also by I'm not a poet:

Clean dry socks, Falklands 1982. | Leaves up. | I'm all Lost. In The Supermarket | My Crazy Diamond two | Gods supermarket | Devil take you | The Liars Smile. | (untitled) | Impulse | Splashing along | TikTok TikTok Tik Tok Times running out...... edited | A soldiers tale 1982 | Accross the ocean. Falklands 1982. | Dreamtime? |



He stands alone, enormous greystone arms across his navel,

Colossal beast of Swift's Brobdingnag, condescending

To righteous Lilliput, flung like a hand of gravel

Around his feet; tiny houses housing tiny people who cradle

The distant organ that plays the first bars of The Lark Ascending.


A rough-hewn monster drips moss from his back, slicked black slate

Displays ...

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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Desperation Road | Desperation Road |

Death, You'll Die!

Death, You'll Die!


You'are mortal,
Bound to die a day.
You are far from artist,
With his work he keeps you at bay.

The artist drinks life to the brim,
You just can't touch his fame.
As you kill body,
But just can't touch his name.

You harm the soul of near and dear,
But the harm's ephemeral,
Soul overcomes the harm
Which causes for you an alarm!
To disappear.

Stabbing in the b...

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Damascus moment

Here on the snooker table

I'm a ping pong ball

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Also by Hazel ettridge:

Beach Meditation 26.09.20 | The Wind |

Before the Enemy Comes

They treat our tears with


Hand in hand with

Greedy frustration


They roar like lions and

Block all roads to



They trespass on us

Night and day

Creating for their

Conscience a

Mocking symbol to

Love’s power


Masked creators

Who conjure their lives

On torn pieces of paper


Our kings and queens

Can never be conquered


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Also by Josephine Underwood:

Here Shines | You Made Me Feel Funny | Wounded Flowers |

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Ujjal Mandal,  India


Keep dreaming till the dark night 

Fades in the morning light. 

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Also by Ujjal Mandal:

Love of a Mother | The Innocent Flowers | We Need a Poet in Life | Black is Gold | Dreaming like the River | Inside the Mask of Blackness | Beauty is Everywhere... | What is Pure Love? | If the Reality |


Split in Half

There's beauty in heartbreak
Though you don't see how something so excruciating can be overcome. 
A heart severed by love's misfortune, the knife still clenched tightly in her hand. 
Such a guilty culprit escapes the clutches of grief. 
You turn away
Under the pouring rain your tears are still obvious. 
I watch you break before my eyes
Your world shattering among the turmoil
Feel the pain 

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Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:

Distant Dialogue. | Agoraphobia | Tempestuous | Tasting Temptation. | Frisson. | Rage | Kindred Strangers | Conquering Monster's |

September 2020 Collage Poem: The Silence Still Talking 

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Herring-packed collisions gravitate together

In her own Wonderland she avoids the looking glass,

Red rain washes the stain away

Tonight we re-zoomed our relationship

Renewed our unspoken vows

The gods of Zoom count their coins in the jungle

Pollocks ! she cried, I'm at the wrong disco!


Marching onwards in this town of mine

The anger of the forgotten people

And those...

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Also by Stockport WoL:

September 2020 Collage Poem: Out of the Land |

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Racist let us kill a great nation


If made to have
An axe to grind
Rubbing with nails
A social scar
Left behind,
Ethnic groups
Itching to go for
One another’s throat
Hard may not be
To find.

With the aim to gain
Cheap popularity
By using impish trick
Employing scare tactic
To hack social fabric
Phony politicians
Exhume the hatchet
Among ethnic groups
To blow
Previous petty clashes
Out of proportion
From th...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

The saga of Abdissa Aga | A false positive | Soft Target | Pat Ethiopia on the back than stab it in the back |

Welcome October

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It was a cold and crisp evening, 

9:30pm and the full moon shone down

brightly on my path, 

Guiding me, 

As my feet crunched through

fallen scattered leaves. 


A sharp chill filled the air

And the smell of wood burning brought me 

back to the good aul days. 

If I had just awoken from a coma I 

would have known for certain that it 

was Autumn. 


Amber lea...

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Also by Emer Ní Chorra:

Rolling on |


Sugar Smacks

Under her skin
She dreams of violence
Punching her boss
Drowning her co-workers

The most tragic headlines 
Pale in comparison
With her balsamic

Where to put all this
As it burrows deeper into 
Her waking thoughts 
Past her jokey edges

She thinks somehow
Her mind’s preparing her
For the earth’s future 
Or the next election

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Exactly | The Work | Don't Grow Up | The Crazy Teacher | Brazil | I'm Crysexual | Meeting Her Needs | Coming Soon | What does freedom mean to you? | Who killed whom? | What the book wants | Sixty-Forty | What haunts you the most |


Through that small window of time I see

the Rendezvous Cafe a napkin and me. 

Perfect Italian cup to my right

the smell of coffee pure delight. 


Quintessential Mayfair heat

in the early sixties' historical street. 

On the napkin doodles and words

as if a moment could care -

but the rounded coffee spurred me on

establishing me there. 


Still I write and that w...

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Also by ray pool:


Tomatoes 2020

It’s been a bumper year

for plants bought from

or donated by neighbours

we met at the Thursday night

clap for health workers.


Re-potting, tying, staking,

feeding; rewarded by

a glut of all shapes and sizes

basking in shafts of sunlight

thrown down our sideway.


The enrichment of salads,

casseroles, stews. But is it

ever worth all that effort,

when yo...

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eight limbs lower so small and afraid,

a two limbed child chases your dance,

dragging their feet and fate to you,

but your step to a web is slow,

to small to catch the beat of their murder,

might they show mercy and turn it down?

for you to dance in silence.


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I confess that the transphobia kerfuffle with JK Rowling largely passed me by, so I’ll admit to being a bit shaky on the facts of the story.  As I understand it, JKR lampooned the fabricated terminology and imagery of menstruation rather than calling a spade a “woman” and for this she was accused of transphobia.

Let me say from the off that I have no issue with anyone getting a new willy or fan...

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Also by John Coopey:



She walks masked, meandering,

unacknowledged through her neighbourhood

Wishing earnestly that she somehow could

share her true self

 remove the make-up painted veneer

she hangs nightly on a shelf

how emancipated she would feel

no longer enslaved within her mind

because of this facade

strangers think her, the vapid kind

no thoughts of value

within her head, you'd fi...

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Also by Flavia Gordon:

Suppression | BROKEN | Fools Rush In (Inner monologue of a childhood sexual abuse survivor cont'd) | (Promise) Land Ahoy | Just a Bit Torn | Father Figure | Good Things "Cum in 3s" (A poem of "self" discovery) | Alternate Universe | Matters Not | Besotted and Loving it! | A Song of Frigidity and Desire | Palm to Palm, Skin to Skin | Duality at Play (inner monologue of a childhood sexual abuse survivor | Fake it 'Til You Make It Pep Talk | The Healing of Ancient Wounds | Bare Minimum | MY SAVIOUR, MY SAVANT (An ode to my paid weekly "friend") | I Concede | Imposter Begets Imposter? | Karma the Uninspired Bitch | My Super man | Rush Hour Treat... | Transference and its counter | A Client's Woe |


Your Scar

(for the little girl who haunts my dreams still) 


Dear Daddy,


Not that you'd care, but

All that I wanted was to make you proud

But, I was too stupid

Too fat

Too loud


All you ever did was bring me down

I was your scar

Your permanent frown


I was your verbal punchbag

In your whiskey fuelled state

Never felt I was your child 

Just a vessel for...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

Little Dancey Feet! | How free are we? | How it should bee... | Political Irrigation! | Her Last Dance | The Thief of Breath and Hugs (part 1) |

abuselifemental health

The one thing they forgot

We've learned to count our sorrows

Then write off the frustration

The one thing noone taught me:

Emotional self-regulation

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Also by Kevin T.S. Tan:

The Phoenix Flame | The unpleasant poem | If I didn't love you | good lord! | What the world needs now | Final Stand | Emergency Numbers | Asparagus (for Alex) |


To a cold soul

I feel sorry for you

I really do!


We look at a full moon in a cloudless night sky

oh! isn't that beautiful I say

you just stare at it saying nothing.


We hear of a very, dear friends death.

I weep uncontrollably

your eyes remain dry.


I read someones moving poem to you and at the end of it give out a deep appreciative sigh

Hmm is your reaction.


And s...

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I Knew You Were Waiting


One day you may hear on the radio
an otherwise trivial song in which
the great Aretha Franklin delivers
an almost throwaway off-the-cuff line

"I know you did"

Here the words of a mother to a child
of any age bring comfort to the soul
defeated in anguished misery
who may only mumble  "I did my best"

"I know you did"

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Before The Morning | Requiem | File Under The Wrong Heading | If I could Walk On Stilts | The Poet Speaks (To Himself) | Daylight Still | The Body Of Odysseus  |



Today I will sleep in late
Today I’ll just sit and sit,
And I’ll breathe deep.

Today I’ll clear my head,
And supine on this bed, I’ll feel the folds as they turn in and hold me still.
And I’ll be still.

Or, Today we can run outside,
And with arms open,
We’ll feast on a sky that’s wide and clear.
And face our fears.

Today we can look and look,
and fill our day 

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Vimy Ridge

the spirit of death
kissed you
on this ridge
your work is done
no triumph no glory
but for ever
© by Jan Theuninck

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Also by Jan Theuninck:

Yperite |

vimy ridge spirit death

The Old Man with the Beard

I’m the old man with the beard

Who lives in the sky

I am the universe

And the universe is me

I’m the man who sees everything

I’m the eye in the sky


I can see everything in ten different ways

And I gave the names to 7 different days


I can see things big and I see things small

And no matter where you are

I can hear your call


There are some who revere m...

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Also by Steve:

A Thousand Years Ago |

Experiencing Godgod


Beginnings are endings

Endings are beginnings

Forgiveness is healing

Healing is forgiveness

Grace is loving in pain

Pain is to love with grace

Love is to sacrifice 

Sacrifice is giving for love

Faith is to grow

Grow is to let go

Let go is to start

Start is to end.


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Also by Raquel Lacayo:

Wandering words |


I see you flowering her 

the way you once did me. 


Playing virtual footsies,

oozing lyrical chemistry. 


Move on they say, 

look the other way. 


And so it shall be, 

my focus is on me.


Sowing wildflower seeds, 

shining in the rain, 

dancing through the pain, 

singing in a field of weeds.



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Also by Vautaw:

Books, Music & Poetry | Mambo Moment | After the Pandemic | Love Looks Good on You | Modus Operandi | Maybe Next Time | Consumed | The Poetry King |


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