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Movies at Midnight

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

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

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

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A Vagabond's Road

A lonesome vagabond

Whistled away through his life-

Through autumn, summer and the cruel cold.

He live a life, so kind, so benign, 

Myriad pathways he could've chosen.

Pathways adorned with petals of roses,

But a bed of roses would've given him no thrill 

Through summer fever and winter chills.

Today he lies in moth-devoured drapes,

At the edge of the very road that graz...

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Garlands

I weave daisies
Into garlands and wreaths-
Cottagecore fantasies-
Where toil appears easy,
And tempests breezy,
Where sour fruits are glazed in honey.
My fingers claw
At the garlands they birth
Till petals fall
And blend seamlessly into the dirt.

They blend seamlessly into the dirt,
Like brown tatters on the ground.
The sun's sinking into the earth,
As winter's coming around,
The wea...

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How Far I've Come

I had to conquer my fear of the unknown as I stepped through the open the door to start on my new journey.

With a promise to fulfill
My heart shall never falter
Because I found my purpose

With each new day|
With a heart of gold
With every step I take
With every discovery I make

I have seen how much more it takes
I have seen how far I have come
I have seen how much I have grown
I h...

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Ask Me.

Ask me if I had enough.

2020 is or was a bluff 

for the destruction of what I thought I had

building all the way up.

if the present isn’t linear 

then why can’t i stop looking up?

if the past does not exist

why does it always creep up?

I, once a Quantanium sprayed ora

that now seems to only have collected dust.

So please, I beg you.

Ask me if I had enough.

 

...

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DISSOLUTION OR UNITY : ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

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GOODREADS :ALEXIS KARPOUZOS OFFICIAL SITE

We live in a time of cosmic bifurcation, we live in a time of unprecedented existential threats to life on Earth, including climate change, deforestation, food insecurity, and wildlife numbers in free fall, human overpopulation. the society is in turmoil. There is more and more violence. There’s more and more conflict. We are acting as if we are unconne...

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Petrichor

Instead of inhaling 

doom and gloom, 

let’s take a walk

in the woods, 

play hide and seek 

among willow trees,

Feel the sun rejuvenate our soul, 

Become one with dirt and rain, 

bathe in the healing fluid from mother nature’s veins, 

petrichor,

just what the doctor ordered. 

https://youtu.be/8DDHulO485k

 

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Eagle Eye

My eagle eye sweeps
The room nursing maimed dreams 
And stifled memories
Which make walls bleed 
When drubbed by the hollow breeze.

Who am I except a mute bystander?
Unfazed by the detritus,
My steady gaze punctures
The flesh of aged and nascent delusions.

Stay, stay with me,
Before I leave, 
And catch a train 
To a place where summer rains 
Submerge mundane lands 
And bleached s...

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BLACK VOICES

The Black voice is electrifying.

 

Bringing forth worlds never imagined,

From dominions in Africa to mystical spheres unheard of.

Telling tales of majestic beings, kings, queens and the simple Black girl next door.

 

The Black voice. Telling Black stories.

 

We need Black literature because it shows

That our stories matter.

That our histories are worth sharing.

Tha...

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For the birds

I’ve never felt closer to the birds.
Closer to my fears Closer to the curb.
falling down, picking myself back up
I’m not used to this, I was expecting the crash
Suddenly I feel the spine growing in my back
Arching my neck, lifting my chin up
Slowly but surely, I’m starting to not give a fuck.

I feel the sunshine embracing my face
Telling me I’m gorgeous, never sounding fake
Realer than ...

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So Demanding

Something is telling me to clean up my act
But something else keeps holding me back
& something keeps telling me to run away, before it’s too late.
Before you permanently change me

All these what ifs keep me still
A prisoner in an imaginary cell
To bound by my insecurities; my own personal hell
to realize that I am living in a free woman's body.

And you say I’m lazy & I don’t know what i...

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Starving

Your hands have turned to catacombs
& you don’t know when exactly but sometime last month the last of your violets wilted in the hollows of your collarbones.
You’ve got spiderwebs for eyelashes the pupils of a black widow
and when they ask you if you’re okay, you explain you haven’t eaten much today

you smile with brittle-boned teeth.
Your heart feels unsteady in the way that it just won’t ...

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Femme Fatale

My name is known, my intentions are not. 
I sleep alone, with you in my thoughts. 
Wage the wars, fight the demons. 
I hold back the tears, but you hear me screaming. 

I am the ship that wrecked at shore. 
Constant conquest for happiness fought no more. 
I am the captain of the evil & damaged. 
We’re strong because we know we can survive. 
You can not kill those who have already died. 

...

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Irony is a malicious art-form. It’s shocking and sneaky and dripping with deceit.
Is it a karmic curse? Do I deserve to be toyed with like a worn out voodoo doll?
Did I ask for this? All the years of not caring at all.

Putting myself in harms way begging to be struck. 
Dancing around the fire drunk with a lust for self-sabotage.
And escaping fate every single time. 
It seems like a bad-joke ...

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Butterfly

If i were a butterfly
and you, the boy with the net
would you catch me?
would you keep me as a pet?
in a jar made of glass?

Could you bear to let me fly
without weeping for the loss?
Could you restrain your urge 
To feel my wings beat against your fingers?

Or would you reach out
knowing the cost
and brush the powder from my wings
so that i could no longer fly away?

Would you keep me y...

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Where do Lolita's go to Rot

To all the old men who once loved me to pieces
who once held me in their big callused hands 
like they were terrified to break me
when it's exactly what they planned to do:

You once looked at me 
like i was the galaxy sprawled out in front of you
You once looked at me like i was infinite 
Transcendant and eternal, time-proof

You wouldn't shoot me a second glance now, 
if i walked into you...

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I Am Poetry

I am the hunter of whispers.
I am the gatherer of brothers and sisters.  

I am wind beneath wings, soaring in a summer sky. 
I am the chiseled smile. 

I am sparkles on snow.
I am a symphonic echo.

I am the horns and halo.
I am afterglow.

I am the you everyone wants to know.
I am everywhere you go. 

I am the aha of heartbreak.
I am gamma rays beaming through dark days.

I am ...

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Tears of a Poet

When I think of Carlos, 
a beautiful soul of a man, 
emotional, heartfelt poetry bleeds through 
Tears creep on the brink of every reading 
His hand held over his heart to keep it in 
He makes a mark wherever he goes 
The rhythm of his words flow 
And it leaves you speechless 
All you can mouth is ‘wow…’ 

Pondering over poems to capture what I believe in 
A work of art always in progre...

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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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Spider

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.

[2020]

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Deflowered

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.

 

https://youtu.be/nXZ6o8GHKE4

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Books, Music & Poetry

I love being surrounded 

by books, music and poetry. 

Each one comforts me, 

provides a healthy escape

from too much reality, 

an alternate destiny,

full of adventure, passion,

rhythm and rhyme.

I will choose books,

music and poetry 

over life’s drama

every time! 

https://youtu.be/_yv7lRMWDlU

 

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Within These Walls

These days I feel a kinship with the four white walls,
Which guard my every move, every breath, every thought.
Observe how they close in on me, irked, distraught-
They make the world look small.
I speak to them in unfinished puzzles,
And superficial metaphors,
And subdued gurgles,
And defeated murmurs.
My words are nothing but a brook,
Whose melancholic babbles fill the chilly air.
They ...

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Brevity and depth in poetry?

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Today I typed ‘poetry’ into Google and clicked on the top search, and did so again a few times. Quite quickly I could see that what people want is short but deep poems about life. Says it all really. 

Personally, I’d like to only write short but deep poems about life, and I think I could be happy for a while reading only short but deep poems about life.  

I definitely could be happy reading ...

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KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE PRIZE

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KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE PRIZE

(For John Lewis 1940-2020)

 

When Dr King led the March on Washington in 1963

You were the youngest leader to address the crowd

And you died the last remaining speaker,

Eighty years old with strength and individuality

Acquired slowly and painfully;

The still visible baton scars

From freedom bus rides

And other peaceful protests

Prove it.

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"fine"

How are you?

A question worth a thousand answers 

A thousand possibilities summed into one

Fine

Somewhere in between the good and the bad 

Between the lines 

Of the lies 

Fine -

 

Just fine.

 

By Faith Olajuyigbe, author of Words of Faith

For poetry and more visit: https://www.wordsoffaith.co.uk

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The Poetry King

A bow to The Poetry King,
who thinks he doesn't 
mean a thing 
in the grand scheme.

Wears his heart 
on stained sleeve,
makes paupers feel
like royalty.

Waxes poetic about 
life, love, and history
that would otherwise remain 
unsolved mysteries.

More than just a dream,
The Poetry King
lives eternally,
in you and me. 

https://youtu.be/0FT3SmZ_zx0

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Missing my library

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How has Covid changed the way you live? Your local community? Many, many ways, probably.

One thing that has changed for me, one that I didn't expect to change quite so drastically, has been access to a library. I have none, and I don't know when/if I will again, which is heartbreaking. Libraries seem a magical, free service to us readers, but money is still required to keep them going. And Cov...

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Am I A Poet?

Do you look around?
    Does anyone???
The great ones did, and they wrote about it.
    (the mediocre ones did too)
They looked, no they SAW,
            And they wrote......
    They did not choose to see, they just SAW,
    And they did not want to write, they had to,
Because people who see would explode, vaporize, disappear, or something,
    If they didn't write.
The world has no oth...

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As I watch the waters flow

As I watch the waters flow

It calms my soul 

As I watch the light ripples

My heart mirrors its beat 

Smooth, serene 

Somewhat still 

As they move to the wind of God 

Going only where the Father blows. 

 

Lord, let your living waters flow.

 

By Faith Olajuyigbe, author of Words of Faith

Read more encouraging poems here.

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The Flame Within

She has a beauty that shines from within 

A light that never grows dim

 

Her candle goes not out by night

And the radiance inside her, ever bright

 

When the wind blows,

Her flame - it holds

 

She thrives, she sparks

She glows, she grows.

 

An original poem by Faith Olajuyigbe from Words of Faith

For more visit: https://www.wordsoffaith.co.uk

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Bubble Of Oblivion

Honey glazed canopies 
Shelter you and me 
From the piercing rays 
Of the sun, governing us in dismay
As we remain ensnared
In our reveries,
Oblivious and unaware,
Our fantasies as fickle as the breeze.
Perhaps it's not always a sin
To stay confined within
The bubble of oblivion;
To wear an armour of neon;
To shield our eyes
With rose-tinted glasses;
To sing with illusory passerines-
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The Phoenix

I’ve weathered storms that I thought would drown me 

I’ve learnt to soar in winds I thought would consume me 

 

They say 

Out of the ashes must rise a new Phoenix 

The flame…

 

Being refined by fire

Through it, I’ll rise higher

The flames provide the fuel 

As I soar to my strength

 

Refined by fire

Gold purified 

A faith that stands.

 

By Faith Olaju...

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Wild

Smiles, flowers, rainbows.

Dried tears. 

Your ghost is here,

alleviating fears. 

A good day, 

crushing brimstone, 

in this wild, 

parallel life. 

 

https://youtu.be/m2OFxeg4spU

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Sweet Talk

Smooth like honey,

Your words 

Slip through my soul -

 

Sweetening the bitter

Soothing the sore.

 

Your Word

Like honey, nurturing

My bones.

 

I have a craving in my soul,

A sweet tooth for Your own.

 

"Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones." Proverbs 16:24

 

By Faith Olajuyigbe, author of Words of Faith

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Words

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Ujjal Mandal, India

 

Words are the only jewels of my heart

that I wear.

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It's Not In The Falling

I fell

For the feelings, the flowers, the fantasies. 

 

I fell

For you, for us, for all that we were.

 

Innocently thinking that was all love could be.

I confused the falling for the force.

 

But,

Falling was all about me.

And,

Loving is all about you.

 

Baby, I'm no longer falling

But to you I promise, 

I'll always be loving.

 

By Faith Olajuy...

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Aren't We?

Blessed be the silver spoons
Which feed us till we’re replete.
Blessed be the dream-filled moons
Which oversee us with glee.
Ambitious, aren’t we?
The moons illume 
A thousand seas
And take us to 
Places and people unseen.
Vagabonds, aren’t we? 
We hold the power to love and seduce,
To ensnare and release
These people and places till insanity ensues,
Till blooming roses fuse into debr...

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A New Birth

I was born at twenty-one

Thrust out of the womb

Released into the newness of life

Born, at twenty one

 

Eyes opened to the world 

Crying, struggling, fighting

Trying to make sense of it all 

Yes, I was only born at twenty-one

 

Borne out of education

Borne out of society’s expectations

Borne out of comfort, out of the shield

Though I lived before

I was onl...

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Two in the Morning

Profound sadness 

clouds my view 

at a quarter til two. 

I don’t understand why 

my muse avoids me like the flu, 

when a simple poem or song will do. 

Wise words to help me understand

why true love passed me by

in this lifetime.

Why wrong choices,

that felt right at the time,

left me alone in this abyss

where my better self

silently bears witness

to my shr...

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Deceit tells us: what they have is better than ours

Deceit tells us: what they have is better than ours

So now we wrestle with discontent

Forever seeking,

Wanting,

Desiring something that was never our own

 

Blessings become blurred

When seen through the lens of another

Our sight diminishes

With each gaze and long lusting look

That will never be

Enough.

 

Scrolling through standards not set in stone

Daydrea...

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Bottled Letters

It presents gravels before my feet,

The sea

When it meets the sand,

Holding my longing gaze as I stand

Atop coffined treasures

And pebbles filled with flints made from memories,

That weigh my slippers

Down to this deserted beach.

Myriad secrets encaged in their bottle shaped ampoules

Float aimlessly like vagabonds do.

Imprisoned in cells of reminiscence,

They await their acquittal somet...

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Living in a wasteland

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Decades have passed.

The world has changed,

along with its people.

 

It no longer brings joy to my heart,

as it did in my time.

All because of them.

 

What happened to the days,

when the only thing one could do during a lovely day

was to step out the front door and pamper one's self

with the five senses that Mother Nature had provided?

 

But n...

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Oh my God!

Warning: The following ‘Rap’ (As Raps often do) or slam, maybe considered Blasphemous and contains profanity, adult content and strongly held religious beliefs some will find irreligious.

If any of the above offends you please just cross the road avert your gaze and pass on by.

 

In my head, I hear this as a rap or slammed, recited quickly without stopping! Any musicians out there who can...

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Words

Your words are a

breath of fresh air.

It warms my heart

to see you at the

pantheon of passion,

creating a lyrical legacy,

writing love letters

across the sky,

of a beautiful dream. 

 

https://youtu.be/yCx8H_4E4H0

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That year I was published A LOT

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2017 was the year I had 34 new poems published. It was also the year I realised 'published' did not equate with 'good' or even 'widely read'' For example, towards the end of that year I had a major success - a poem on a high-profile website. My twitter followers rocketed (though, let's be honest - this is poetry, so not by much). Two days later I had another poem out, one I was happy with but knew...

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Plath's Poppies

Plath's poppies bloom
In days of gloom,
From July through October.
The scarlet florets burn like ember,
And line up before tombstones 
And hallucinatory portals.
Some look up to the sky, their eventual abode,
And some like a skirt, tent their petals. 
A sprightly bird's staccato trills 
Fragment further when hit by perils
That tag along with the siren of the ambulance
Carting a lady who...

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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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The Aftermath

Stars fall from the sky 

And congregate on the ground to erect an ivory palace,

As bright as day, as searing as the desires 

Entombed deep under the earth's surface.

 

It doesn't take nightfall 

To lure them inside-

The eager, the crafty, the venal, the mortal.

Every nugget of their flesh blazes in the lambent lights.

 

Inscrutable power it gives them 

As they undr...

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The One

People haven’t always 

been there for me, 

but the muse always has. 

 

Lighting my path, 

healing heartbreak, 

the one making life fun. 

 

Makes sure suffering is not in vain, 

dances with me in the rain, 

stays beside me come what may. 

 

I return the favor by making

my muse’s words known. 

Spreading love as we go. 

 

https://youtu.be/KsZ6tROaVOQ

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