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A Safe Place To Land

Open to a, “trust fall,” but unsure of the catching hand, 
Knowing that I must fall and hope for a safe place to land,
I will place my trust in you though not knowing if you’ll catch me,
But I’m falling anyway, though failing would dispatch me,
The depths of love unrequited wait to swallow me whole, 
Unless above, we’re united by your arms that catch me as I fall, 
But either way I’m falling...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Crack The Beams | CODA | Be Love | Goodbye Old Friend | Mute | Creeping Paralysis |

Ashes on concrete

Break yr own heart..

In a rush of silence, in a rush of violence.  

Without apprehension, no comprehension.  

Cognitive dissonance, dominance, homonyms, adjectives, selective placement

Build bridges,

write memes, 

come up with schemes....

past traffic stops, run from the cops..  

 

Darling I love yr earrings, 

with a hint of shimmer and shine..

.. like the glassy l...

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Also by Pagan Poetry:

Bread n' Butter |

Only a Week

Only a Week

 

The microcosm of one week's events

stand out in all the events of history

A glimspe of a few days in time

echo their sounds to the present day

a rapturous welcome of a King

as joyful souls sing their praises

The same souls who within a week

shouted Crucify Him! Crucify Him!

Was such caprice so well condensed

so human as to mood and moment

The preva...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Today | The Lap of Luxury | A Changing Landscape | Desolation | The Life of a Cenobite |

The “Tourons” Great Day Out

Touron........A tourist who unfortunately also happens to be a moron!

The “Tourons” made up a picnic
of their favourite food and drink
They brought along everything from home
except the kitchen sink

Bags bursting with goodies
enough to see them through the day
They left behind the empty packaging
for others to throw away

Taking much effort to pack everything
their stomachs desired
...

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Also by julie callaghan:

Forget-Me-Nots | Old And New | Spring Blossom | Rule Of Six | Endearing | The Tale Of Covid 19 | La La Land | The Greatest Show | My Pandemic Diary | Jabbercocky | Murmuration of Starlings | Lunevalley Textiles | Tangerine Dream | The Day I Met Tony Curtis | Lockdown St Patrick's Day | Poet Tree | My Vaccination | Sarah Everard RIP | Happy Mother’s Day | Colours In Every Flavour | Magical Carpet | The Gift Of Your Love | The Boy, The Mole, The Fox And The Horse | Something From Nothing | Piers Morgan Makes The News | Harry and Meghan | Mother's Day Display | Another Lockdown Sunday | Some Days I Have A Tale To Tell | Daily Lesson In Maths | Good Morning | Everything Will Be Alright (Version 2) | Everything Will Be Alright | St David's Day |

Sylvan Hope

tones of wooded sprouting leaves
sing the measure of the trees

they festive lift, and rustle, clap,
or silent sway, filled with sap

gorged and sated, a jewel they glow
the color of the sign to go

full of chlorophyll, the grass
screams of life as through stained-glass

filling up with greenhouse gas
while oxygen to us they pass

surrounding us with vital health
vegetation is eart...

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Also by Brian Hodgkinson Jr.:

Folly Roger | Fly the Skies | This Tree | Wild Child | Arachn Idvasion | Anyone? | Living on the Wire | Caned | The Ablation | Now You See | Unbuckle | Drops of Heaven | The Artist | Juneau’s camp of the misguided | No Child Should Ever Smile Like This | Pearl of Africa | Girl in the Mirror | Springing My Step | Mermaids from Monkeys | Poe's Hecker | This Morning in Morgantown | Wait for It | Genesis Season | On the Edge of a Dream | Resting on a Lilypad | Center | Morning Zazen | African Airways | Fragmentally | Lifeboat | New Toys | It Prowls Around | Chimera | Wooden Bones Were Willing | The Ride Home | Them | Dayspring | A Nymph's Tail | Tickled Green | Changing Score | Definition | Telephony | Scrappy | Hanks Banks | Midnight at the Minimart | Stop | Untitled | Green Eggs | Buddhas | Long Count | Sifting Sands | Before My eYes | Cherished Moon | My Arse Poetical | This Instant | Regrets | It Says 4:21 | Tuning In | Music Street Mob | March 4th | Baggy Time | River Ducks | After Gaze | Sand Castles | Rendezvous | Heaven Can Wait | Gripped | Hodgkinson's Uncommon Sense Maxims | He Ain't Heavy |

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Kosovo crucified

A vanishing life along these cobbled streets,       
endless grey days of August in the Balkans
At heart my Orthodox soul grieves               
for these long centuries of despair           
and for all the bodies that were left there.

Landless, we were robbed by the Turks,
our churches smashed, 
our daughters raped 
our sons taken as Janniseries
to return to us as the sultan's savages...

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Also by John E Marks:

The speech of angels | The rhythm of a dream | Early spring | Vergissmeinnicht (Forget-me-not) | leaps and bounds | Parataxis  | Song of the Harp | Count yourself lucky | Curved air | Simone Lucie Ernestine Marie Bertrand de Beauvoir, 9 January 1908 – 14 April 1986 | Non-woke rant | Things fall apart | The end of me | Loss has no end |

Gratefulness

All the knots untied

The doors opened wide

Unlocked everything 

Destiny is changing

Angels are chasing

With goodness and mercy

A reward for patience

Award winning situation

My time has finally come

All heaven sent gifts

Arrived right on time

With a grateful heart

I grab all my heavenly prize

Generations shall reap

Benefits from what I did sow

Now all go...

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I AM

 

I think
therefore I am

a declaration said
for all to understand

with that said
we must cautiously expand

turns out it's not important
that I am.
 

 

 

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Also by d.knape:

Requires Assembly | Vaccine Shot | BEING WRONG | Sweet Rain | TRUE LOVE | ROOTS | TESTING | STAY SAFE | Ghost Of A Poem | Alarm Clock | The Silent Treatment | PIPE DREAMS | I WONDER | HIGH RISK,---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | ONCE UPON A TIME | FRIEND | CONNIPTION | Squeaky Shoes | LIMBS | LOVING PARENTS | SEEING | SNOW GLOBE | FLY | Of All People |

A Women's Catharsis

I want to breathe

I want to cry

I want to live

I want to die

I want to stay out til' 7am

I want a boy that's heaven sent

I want a house

I want a car

I want to travel

But not too far

I want to laugh

I don't want to think

I want to pour myself a big fat drink

I want to dance

I want to fight

I want to see your face in morning light

I want to jump into t...

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Also by Genevieve:

The Feminist Friend |

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Siren

a bad lady's fallen down,

I bend to tender succour,

lean, quite ravaged now,

she used to be a looker

 

rheumy eye meets mine

sees me for an old lover

I ring for an ambulance

my raincoat for a cover

 

beyond speech, staring,

I stroke her grimy hand,

crowd standing apart, a

motley but curious band

 

she tries to speak, but

uttering merely tears,

tho...

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Also by simon lucan:

Containers | Seconds | Safer Streets | The Big Room | Capsules | A Parting | Black Cupboard | The Watchers | Waiting | Demanding Women | Prone | Switching Off | His New Partner | Amazed |

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Exquisite branches

Blooms from the barbed branches

halt the steps of the busiest 

if you are not exquisite, 

why anyone want to smell ,

When you were born the luckiest. 

No one loiter to eulogise the branch

you grown from, does it make sense 

the beautiful dark thing curated 

only to highlight your presence. 

 

 

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Also by Nazia Khan:

Lost Crusader | Allegory bereft of meanings | Itinerary | Paumanok | Immaculation | Inflorescence within barren | Plumes | Inveterate | Unorthodox | Cordial cup of tea ☕ | Outset of the earth |

When Lenny swallowed a penny

Lenny a three year old,was in distress,he'd swallowed a penny,

Fortunately this sort of thing doesn't happen to many.

To alleviate  the little lad's  fear,

Dad pretended to pull a penny from  Lenny's ear

In a flash the penny was grabbed and swallowed by the lad,

Who delightfully demanded,"Do it again dad !"

 

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Also by hugh:

A parting gift !! | Jenny in a panic rings her mum for advice | A count of madness | A rugby sensation. Cymru am byth | A whimsical decision | A shocking sharking decision !! | Drugged from an early age | A mean man !! | "We were a large impoverished family, life was a scramble !!" | A rude awakening in church | Bernadette was a flaming nuisance !! | Lockdown dog price boom | A prolific shoplifter caught shoplifting at ASDA | Burglar devoured by crocodile !! | Nip the bud of violence against women at an early age | A hardened criminal's good deed from prison on Mother's Day | How to deal with cold calls. | The pressure of home schooling and the joy of their return by Sonia | Sid told the tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth.But they were false ! | Be careful when you text | "What?" a masterful interview by Oprah Winfrey, opening up the hearts of Meghan and Harry | A ghostly experience | "Doctor please will you give me a kiss ?" | Robbery, due to a lack of police presence | The police are searching for a killer | "£10,000 pound reward if you find my dog." | Fully recovered | A bill shock at the dentist |

Now That There Are No More Words To Hurl

Now that there are no more words to hurl,
And silence stalks the corridors of my world...
I think of all the things I could have said,
Instead of all the things I did to hurt you.
So now that all that angry fire has left,
And raindrops on the window only mirror tears I've shed,
I sit and watch blurred raindrops fall,
And where you sat, no-one sits instead.

Now that there are no more card...

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Also by Aviva Rifka Bhandari:

No Stranger Love | Troubled Water | Sonnet | Confusion | Fidgeting | Faith, Love and Honesty | Stuck In Your Head (a poem) | Praise The Dreamers | Strong Enough | The Only Words I Know | Nuclear | I, The Universe | Spring Clean | Take Stock | Close The Door | A Perfect Day Is Not Impossible | The Perfect Fit | It Is OK | As Yet Untold | Alphabet Soup | Seasonal | Poetry Junction | Invest In Posterity | A War To Be Won | Other Things To Smile About | I'm A Believer |

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The undertow

Tangled with sorrow 

Mellowed with self pity

An endless knot 

With no purpose in sight 

An no viable option

Cut the knots 

An Irreversible consequence

A state of infinity

Just know 

There is always a way 

To create a new destiny

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Also by Cody Roach:

Anchor | Beauty in tragedy | Surrender | Here and now | Sea and Fire | Alpha Omega | Entropy | Jaws of love | Amateur Blood | Time |

GRANDMA'S HOUSE

GRANDMA'S HOUSE

Defunct flies lay clenched

tight as fists, webs hung low

near holy statues positioned

to ensure she'd go to heaven.

I nosed my uncles' rooms

while they were out at work,

broke open dog-ends, tasted

gold strands, sweet at first

but bitter in the throat.

 

She sang rebellion as her sponge

slopped from bucket to floor,

argued in the bare-bricked ...

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Freckled Shoulders

The red dust of Mars settles on my heart,

only her will can stop the thrashing of cymbals that call me to her.

Every cascade of flaxen strength undermines the facade of purity

but the tilt of her smile will resound everpresent.

Ablazen are her cobalt eyes, I draw strength from their tranquility

she could not know the foundation she raises the pyre of my love,

the freckled shoulde...

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Lost

When you left, you took a piece of my heart

When you left, my whole world came tumbling down

I became so lost

I was left in the dark

You took with you my light 

When you left, I learned to fight

I learned to navigate this world without you by my side

I learned to be strong to no longer rely on your love

You thought I was weak,

For feeling too much

Now, you're the one ...

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Mnemosyne

The mantlepiece memorabilia

stand at attention, salute

and await marching orders 

from the commandant of memory, 

ready to parade gauzed-over 

truths, a panoply of sibilant

echoes, from times jubilant

or dreadful, like a 

mischievous missive from

all that's missing... 

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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

L'Esprit de L'Escalier | Trickster | Babel | Chekhov's gun | Redacted | Argonaut | Playtime | Motif Mania | What-If Analysis | Contemporary Catechesis | Maze | C'est la guerre? | Travel Brochure | Catastrophizing 101 |

astrology (03/30/2021)

aspirated dews
cast cold , and pale
precipitate of wanton whiles
haunted
by the nape
of your neck

caught breathless
in midst-step:

off balance in static
the bright charge of greyn eyes
and a coy, knowing curl,
a shift in the ether
rousing in wake
soft-lashed and comfort-quiet trembles

replete with the distant kiss of brambles

and it feels
so
real

that it can't be as far...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

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First Christmas

One whole year's

time emptied

Like lace leaves

 

From the cold trees

Skeletal wisps

You are missing 

attic tinsel 

 

Boxed deep and dusting

With bristles flaking

From the broken spine

So no silver lines 

Our crisp, black-branched pine.

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Also by Laurie Briar:

December Bones | Cinquain #2 (Tired) | Cinquain #1 (Stretch marks) | Kemah Bob | #6 (thank you, dears) | #5 (cackling stress) | My last night, in the flat we almost shared |

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Attitudes

Who could you touch, cuddle or kiss?
The world had seen nothing like this.
Harrowing warnings everyday on TV.
Dig into your past, any regrets to see?

Victims became 'lepers' to our shame.
A witch hunt went on to pin the blame.
People became defensive or often lie.
The dirty tabloids felt the need to pry.

Victims coaxed to hide away in a shelł
To get through it alone, their living hell...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

Dreams | 'Passport' | Funtime in Poets Park | The Faraway Man | No Tutor of Song (The Regent Honeyeater) | 'Poets Park' (Bootle Merseyside) | 'Bad Apples' | Happy Mother's Day | Every Dream I Have | A Windy Day! | Diddy Tears | A Better Place | 'White Rabbit' |

Do Not Disturb

she was sent in to wake the beast

knowing there would be consequences

the door she opened

her heart racing as to leave her chest

step by step his bed she approached

unleash the demons was her demand

a touch so light had no effect

her heart beat louder

as she attempted again

not to be disturbed

asleep he remained

with the courage she had left

a shake is what she ...

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Also by Nicholette Baye:

Burning Gold | Sunshine & Rainbows |

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YER CARBON FOOTPRINT

I’ve often heard cynics deride the efforts of environmental campaigners like Greenpeace or XR for their personal hypocrisy; or for ridiculing a little teenage girl by, predominantly, white middle aged men, for drawing their attention to the issue.  “How did they travel to their protest, then?”.  “Who made their clothes?”.  “Didn’t she fly to the States?”.  Criticisms which miss the point completel...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE WEE WEE SONG | SO LONG, S'BIN GOOD T'KNOW YUH | ...BUT LOST TO HUDDERSFIELD | VILLANELLE FROM HELL | LONG HAIRED LOVER FROM HADDLESEY | SUMMERTIME AND THE LOCKDOWN IS EASING | LIFE OF PIE | N'DIDI | ADDICTED | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK | SWEETLY, SWEETLY DONE | THE BATTLE OF TOWTON | CORONAVIRUS CIRCUS |

Container Ships

The world still needs container ships

to travel down the shipping highways.

but when they make these trading trips

it’s better not to try it sideways.

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Container Ships | Lockdown Hair | Bill the Bard | Limbo |

Tears in the Time of Covid

You come unbidden into my life

An unwanted house-guest

Arriving without invitation

 

Silent tears, now so often just a breath away

Creeping in, unseen from beyond the darkness

Wrapping my shoulders with hollow grief

 

Inhabiting the edges of my days

Nurturing melancholy, the friend of tears

An unwelcome companion, who remains too long

 

Stirred by some imprint, ...

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Also by Brenda Wells:

The Day of the Dandelion Clocks | A Sunset of Blushing Pink | The First Stirrings of Spring |

End of the Line

Is this the end of the line
Have we run out of road this time
Are we still living with lies
Or are these thoughts all in my mind
My hearts forever aching
I feel there’s love inside
But it’s hard to show emotions
It’s so much easier to hide

So is this the end of the line
Or are we both just being blind
Do we just need to make time
Instead of leaving ‘us’ behind
I know the paths not ea...

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Also by curiousdud3:

Trapped in my mind |

Sons and Lovers

 

 

The horny-handed sons of toil

Roll up their sleeves and till the soil.

They function as a perfect foil

For lovers, hidden in the trees,

Who cool with pleasure in the breeze,

In huddles which nobody sees.

 

They wander later back to home,

Each one tired from their labours;

Here they will subsist as neighbours,

Friends, dispensing valued favours,

Gossips, s...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

Third Wave in Europe | Last night | Sounds of the Seventies (or 'Those weren't the days') | Public Schools | Chewing the fat | Land of plenty | Cash in hand |

Django

Django

Django woke slowly as the heavy dusk closed in,

Framed within a simple deal window. The street below

Began to quieten. Stray comments wafted from the inn;

Across the way drinkers cursed the gathering, drifting snow

As he lay in semi-wakefulness. The dying sun flicked

A parting salute along the cobbled roadway, her crimson

Painting its gaudy standards in fairground red. ...

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Also by Chris Hubbard:

The Dark Land | The Train Won't Wait |

Strive

There is a sense of silence within...

As the cacophony around continues...

I experienced a heartwrenching feeling...

And it got my brain reeling...

The fear of disconnect..

Because you haven't been able to connect...

Created a sense of vaccum...

Poured in all kinds of gloom...

What ifs took centre stage..

And my thoughts and feelings felt trapped in a cage...

Life is ...

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Let’s Make Art Tonight

If I can’t take me at my best
you don’t serve me at your worst

or something like that
I can’t argue and make sense

at the same time
who does that

Brancusi 
Pollack
Mondrian 

I don’t wanna fight
Let’s make art tonight 

we need a canvas as big 
as the city

supplies we 
don’t have any 

there are too many stories 
turn off the tv

I just wanna sculpt you 
With potatoes...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Comorbidities | In trouble | The Offended | Failing Biology | Blowing Back |

Misrecollect

I've been writing a lot lately 
Nothing's been coming out
So what's been fine since I've not been fine
I know you have a mountain that I can't climb
I've been trying to mine mine
Maybe if you could look through the lines
You could understand I'm not lying anymore

How long until Suffocation becomes a pill
I know I'm dramatic all the time
I'm mellowing out like a fine wine
I still can't ...

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Also by Mikey V Kinsey:

I Bet | Pesticide | Breathing | Going Back Home |

Lady Desiree

The object of my innermost desires

are neither abstract, theoretical, 

hypothetical, or borne out of delusion

No confusion exists in my thoughts at all

just Lady Desiree

 

At first sight, in a glint of morning light

I observed her flowing form, at which point

I think I was reborn, because my life became transformed for the better

Although I'd not had a tryst, I started

...

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Also by Rick Varden:

Forming the Arts | Springing Up |

Murder Made Easy

"Oh come and see the flowers in the garden," Molly said.

He went to look and when he did she smashed him in the head;

He fell into the waiting grave as dead as dead can be

And she quickly filled it up again and went and had her tea.

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Also by branwell kent:

Evolution In Action | A Grown Up? | Is That You, My Love, Come Back From The Dead? | The Closest I'll Ever Get To A Love Poem |

AGENDA BENDER

I'm on what's called an agenda bender -

I head unasked to join the action;

I'll be your ready and able attender

At any display of dissatisfaction

 

The media are fans of fakery

They're ready to make up stories

They'd see meat in a bakery!

(And they love to blame the Tories).

 

I watch the daily mainstream news

For the expected biased depiction

Of who did what - ...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

GROUND ZERO (2) | MODERATION IN MODERATION | GROUND ZERO | WHITE BRILLIANCE | AN IRISH REJOICING | THE FIRE OF JOY | SHEEP ON CLAPHAM COMMON | LIFE | HOPE | BRISTOL FASHION | LONG-SUFFERING MEN'S DAY | RECYCLING |

Starship Shining Love

Blind in seeing

what I should

opening gravitating eyes

starship shining love

moonbeams stirs rebirth

unknown night sky

reveals less dark.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Dentist, Doctor and getting to The Hospital | One Pink Rose equals another Day Without You | Set Your Sights then go for The Kill | Can't Put It Down | Whiter Than White |

Super Moon tonight

You broke me

You entered my dark side
you broke me for no reason
you all threw one spear
on my velvet soul
you made my sad sky
you put it over my head
you took my air and water
you put my heart to sleep
not to feel pain
in small pieces
you have broken me mercilessly,
and I will close my eyes
and I will forgive as always.

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Also by Sanja Atanasovska:

Macedonian sky | Passion flake | All the Lights of the World |

I want to live in a retirement village

I want to live in a retirement village

 

I want to live in a retirement village

So I can reside in an elderly community

Affordable living, disability access, a garden gnome

And endless opportunity

 

Oh the dream, to have a little unit 

Purpose built for practicality

Close to a park and the local shops

What wonderful amenity

 

I want my big event of the day

To...

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Also by Rasa Kabaila:

My trauma sees your trauma |

Superstar

No one every says 

"It's what I've always dreamed about"

It's always about the fame and the fortune,

about the millions of fans.

Who can get the first stalker,

Or the most followers on Instagram.

Always taking everything for granted,

Always taking advantage.

No one really cares about you when their up on that stage.

So don't go chasing dreams you dont really mean,

and...

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A Song Of Meritocracy

 

Was there ever a level playing field,
children gambolling everywhere like lambs?
I often dream of this version of paradise 
being reclaimed.

Because now I have been urged and prodded
up my own towering, fragile-looking ladder.
apparently everbody has one,
apparently the sky's the limit.

I began afraid of the height
afraid of the indifferent elements
but thought this is how it mu...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

A Reservoir Endangered | The Damned Community Of Artists | Something So Slight... | Nocturne Of Choice | Groans Of The Temporary Guardian  | Recovering Idiot | Lament For A Constant Companion | Apple Tree | The Land |

Grandpa Poem

Grandpa,

Love is something everyone has towards you, For they, too, understand the complexity of you.

Experience is the foundation for your knowledge.

And yet, you still serve cold porridge.

Grandpa, Anger does not influence you, Ignorance does not play you.

And you do not wish for fame, As you have understood, life is a game.

Oh Grandpa, humble and intricate.

I cannot imagine...

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Also by Ihsan Speaks:

Farmers Poem | Social media poem | Work from Home Poem | (untitled) |

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Hard Times

When will we see the clear blue sky again?

All living in a frightful fog of fear, always

remembering the long lorryloads of coffins,

avoiding and even distrusting ever familiar faces.

Where might they have been?

Who might they have been with?

What might they have touched?

Shopping become a hazardous trolleytrip,

checkout girl now avoiding eye contact,

worried that a wisp...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Beauty is a fickle beast. |

Coincidence

That was a coincidence

Eyes gazing with innocence

You sitting on the top deck

A tide sweeping over my neck

 

The timings were just perfect

What more did you expect?

Always tried to be nice to you

You don’t give a shit, its true

 

Tried reaching out to you on social media

It is not rocket science or encyclopaedia

Holding onto your gifts since November

Your arr...

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Also by Aisha Suleman:

Boom Boom Boom | Chloe Morgan | Arrogance |

Where Do We Go

Cluelessly age we chase,

Into youth we stumbled.

Have we had life compass,

We would figure it out.

Had it been simple,

We’d have done it.

Have it been short,

We’d reached there.

Had we known where,

We would head there.

Now that we do not,

Where do we go?

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Also by Lucas Chihinga:

The Hearts I won | Places We've Been | Young |

I COME FROM NOTHING

Father's fell in the ages of stones ,

Then I was given names by companions .

In me there grew a pain none could see ,

As I watched back in the days ,

Others were bought Christmas gifts ,

While I sat back ,with burning wishes 

 

I recall slowly ,the path itself was a war 

With that little hope I grew, daily.

Everyday storms would sneak in the little shelter that Momma gav...

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Also by Parizo Van Thulare:

I HAVE HATE IN MY HEART | SPIRIT ,LEAD ME |

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Gone

Thoughts of failure,

Searching for some inner strength.

Spiralling, as emotions start feeling tense. 

 

(Why can’t anyone see she’s broken and needs someone to save her?)

 

As her skin grows paler,

State of mind fades frailer,

Followed by the random outburst of erratic “unexplainable” behaviour.

 

She never quite found her saviour; hope gone so she finally picked up t...

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Also by Your Royal Poetess:

Ready To Die | The fLAW OF ATTRACTION | Hidden | Interlude | Dear Amerikkka | Welcome to Alkebulan | Missa Pro Defunctis | Godfather | Rengoku 煉獄 | YRP | 280 characters | Absolute Zero | Hold ya head | The Algea | Imago Dei | Volume | Untitled | PTSD |

Given

I know the world,
Through and out,
Looking at the fucking door.

The hanging paper,
blue and yellow,
Left ashes on the dying daughter.

A drenched up sailor,
A timeless flower,
I stood by wood and watched it fire.

The whispered classroom,
My mind in wander,
I was given to the stranger.

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Also by Alita Moore:

Portraits |

Windy Blowings

Very many sadness

Very many loss

Very many leavings

That weigh a heavy cross

 

If all the very manys

Had weight the weight of floss

Then all the windy blowings

Would blow away the dross.

 

Words and image

Thomas H Carroll esq

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Idealism: Philosophy made simple |

Love Hurts

Love hurts sometimes,
In the most ways.
But it also tells you something too.
In the end of anything,
No one will really be there.
The only person you really have.
Is you......

Love hurts sometimes man.
How picture perfect someone can be.
The kind of person, when you sleep they're in your dreams.
You wake up and they're right there in your reality.

Love does hurt sometimes.
Like it ...

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A WHITE CAR NATION

Have you looked at the automobiles in a parking lot lately

All the makes and models look the same

We are all the victims of conformity

And we only have ourselves to blame

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Also by Joe Marcello:

THE HAVES | THAT'S ALL FOLKS | NO CALM MEANT |

SENSIBLE SHOES

She wore sensible shoes

featured on her Plain Jane website.

Other props included a lollipop and plaits,

twenty denier stockings and a tweed skirt. 

 

Her pendulous breasts came to rest on her lap

and with legs crossed she looked the part,

the phone never stopped ringing,

a backlog arose.

 

She wore sensible shoes,

an idea picked up from a district nurse.

 

He...

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Also by ray pool:

MADE GUYS | ROYAL VISIT | POETRY EXPRESS |

Infatuation

I don’t necessarily want to be like you

There are times when you drive me up the wall!

I thought I wanted to be friends with you

I thought that we were something that we we're not

The reason is that I want to be like you, not that I want you

I want to be able to turn my phone over when someone calls

I want to be had a look away and ignore that “ting”

I want to put myself first...

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Also by Emma-Jane Stradling:

Burden | Swamp Child |

friendshipinfatuationlovepoetry and mental health

Hartshead

I thought it had been a year or so since I was last on here - was astonished to find it was more like two! Apologies for my absence - life got in the way, been on a bit of a journey, you know. I hope you are all well  :)

 

Hartshead Moor

 

This motorway, my eastwards trail to freedom,

To Tyneside, York, or sunny seaside fun,

In accents broad as acres, voices calling,

And when ...

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This is ME

Loving,compassionate,caring,out to please,with a mind that runs free.         Forever seeking and striving to be better...                              

always giving my ALL..this is ME!

 

Doting,worrysome,taking notes..

over analizing,trying to get answers..

Forever reaching out,holding near to me

anything and everyone,giving too many chances.

 

Trying to make a comfy home...

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Also by Ilse Grobler:

Fooled Again | Let me be your comfort | My Hero | Why Lie | I choose you | Do you.. |

Yours sincerely , Gen Z

Don't pressure us with your expectations,

Let us decide our own destinations,

Don't apply your social rules to our life,

Because this is our time,

Because this is our life.

 

Oh yeah we will make mistakes,

Hell yeah there will be some brakes, some cross lanes 

But since when did life become the safe game?

 

You called us soft soft,

we will prove you wrong,

Tell ...

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poetryGenZ

A poem for a hen party

To the blushing bride to be,
This rite of passage you’ll not be spared.
Let your hair down, be wild and free,
Allow your tales and secrets to be bared.

Not designed for hearts too weak,
This night’s when us girls misbehave.
In our tutus, fairy wings and pink feather boas,
We’ll paint the town red and rave.

We’re like one dysfunctional family,
But we’ll bond and shout tonight.
Cocktai...

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Also by Clive Saffron:

A poem to celebrate a marriage |

Anniversary poemsBirthday PoemsHen Party PoemsPersonalized love poemsBespoke Wedding PoemsPersonal Poetry Recitalsfuneral poemsmemorial poems

MY PREROGATIVE

Look beyond the eyes

White magic surprise 

Basic tools and supplies 

Transparent are lies 

Google wise woman coz sister I'm wise

At night look to the sky's 

This woman flys 

Broomstick and cauldron pointy foil hat

With every wise  woman a sidekick black cat

When light comes there's fog with this

Try not run off with this 

It's my prerogative 

....said Bobby brow...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

JUST LIVE | Awake | TIMES TWO | OUR STREET | THE CHOSEN GRAIN | SOUL MATE | MERSEYPRIDE | ASK THE BEATLES | MAGIC MOON TREE | ANTHEM TO MY LIFE | SIMPLE ME |

Bobby brownmy prerogativesfun

Bamboozled

I'm not sure what your aim was
or if you meant just what you said
But you've sent my eyes a-squinting
left and right inside my head

You've got me fairly flummoxed
and you've furrowed my flustered brow
I'm slightly bewildered and baffled
like a flabbergasted striped cow

You've sent me on the back foot
at a loss, unstuck and unglued
At sixes and sevens and out to lunch
puzzled, unzipp...

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Also by David Lindsay:

She was a Phoenix and He was a Vampire | Snollygaster |

Chrysalis

As football poems always do well on here...?

I thought I'd torture you with this one I wrote about the best club in England ?

 

On Sunderland docks 

They riveted iron & steel 

In surrounding villages 

Whirred the pulley wheel 

 

Graft and toil made 

The industrial North East 

Sweat and blood spilled 

All with little release 

 

But teaching minds resolved 

...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

Evelyn! | Something's Creeping... | Little Dickie's Poo-Pot |

Roker ParkSAFCSunderlandA Love Supreme

The things that never will (or was it the Will that never thinks? Honestly it's been so long that I forgot)

I stargaze in my own room,
with thought of holding you.

The melody of songs I don't know,
make me wonder what there is to behold.
With a gentle laugh,
I stand starstruck by your words.

Like a child I stand below it all,
seeing colour that aren't letting you go,
as the stars paint a portrait of your smile,
I am caught stargazing in my own room.

And the sky turns back to white,
as t...

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Beauty Sleep

The squares on the floor are forming a box

Trapping me in with no door.

 

I feel the water gushing in

Rising, drowning me from within 

 

I see no way out 

Just a voice, I hear, calling me from the other side

 

It grows louder and LOUDER

Until I see a small crack on the wall

Asking me to hold on 

Just for a little longer.

 

The diming light now grows bright...

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Also by Blue Raven:

A Running Notion | A Frozen Warmth | Inception. |

Lockdown Laughs

.As I listened to Don Maclean sing American Pie,
I wondered, as he sang about those stereotypical
‘Good ole boys’, where they really that good,
when they all seemed to be drinking ‘whisky and rye’?

Well, I mused, it was an improvement on the usual 
musical fare I'd been reared on,
and wondered how the old folks would have coped
with being stuck in the parental home.

They had approved o...

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Yin yang

Like all the happy and sad, 
Dark and light, 
Yin and yang, 
My darkness come to me, 
Same as my sunny side. 
I have Loved the sunny more, 
Then I have liked my dark, 
But both are part of me, 
I can not hide.
Like a shadow both are drilled into me.
Where ever I go,
They will be part of me. 
Yet I have been too caught up in my dark, 
And can't seem to let it go, 
But for all the happ...

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yin and yangDark & Light and Inspirationpath of life

Women like mine

Woman like my 

Strength enough to break through iron doors 

Woman like my 

Tenderness of a mother’s words 

Woman like my 

Every lasting love for the world 

Woman like mine

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Also by Chloé:

Black is me |

Two Fools and Me.

You brought back to life the passion inside me
That burning desire to live 
That wild streak 
My heart was meant to beat 
Life is best when it's happening outside four walls 
I haven't been myself in so long
Drained of all hope and then you found me   
Now here we are 
You drive a little faster  
Music bounces through the speakers 
I stretch out in the backseat
Feeling at home
We've be...

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O Glorious Spring!

Past the yellow forsythia bush 
And down the hill behind it
A rickety bridge spans a brook 
Running swift with winter’s thaw

A grove of birch trees appears beyond 
Just past the precarious crossing
With barks of paper and
Bursting buds of vivid lime

Beneath the trees lie newborn grasses 
A carpet of emerald green
Painted with graceful wildflowers 
Of lavender, lemon and pink

Lilt...

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Also by Annie Josephine:

A Snowy Day | The Magical Forest | I Am | The Old Dictionary |

I Guess

Guess you could say I feel empty without you

I don’t understand why u get mad when I get sad every time you leave. I guess you could say I’m kind of obsessed with you

I don’t mean to come off like a creepy stalker I just want to be with you always

I feel so lonely every time you leave 

 I feel so abandoned I just wanna cry 

I want to not care

I want to be happy for you

But I c...

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insecure

A Love Poem

writing love poems

is a loveless act

 

never will I write again

a poem for my beloved

 

cause love is not in words

love is not addiction

love's not toxic, nor a drug

never will I love like that again

 

cause my love doesn't need a poem to cry over

 

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Also by Mimosa:

The Promenade of my Thoughts | A simple definition of love | Outgrowing | My unworn dress | Identities | Fingerprints |

Tide

The sea fell in love

With the moon

Because of the darkness

 

Every night

The sea stared up

And wished for a glimmer

To dance across its waves

And make it feel

Like something precious

 

The moon saw this

And every night

Wished to stroke silver

Across its skin

 

The moon fell in love

With the sea

Because of the darkness

 

Cold and drifting

...

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Natureocean

The Elephant Man

There once lived a man who became so disfigured,
A freak is how he was generally considered.
His name -Joseph Merrick or as The Elephant Man.
His life became awful as his problems began.

He was known a monster and was greatly mistreated;
With jeers and with taunts he must have been greeted,
But if there is another thing about him that's known,
He was well-read and clever and not entirely ...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Back to School |

Stuart VannerThe Elephant Man

the way it is

The way it was
The way i see it
I don t miss the morning sun
Or those happy birds
Who always seem to singing the same song that sound like
You,v done it again you have arrived home late again
With nothing to show but the feeling of being the joke
Nothing to show but the shame and fear of what’s ahead
Oh why didn’t i go straight to bed
Why didn’t i use my head
Why didn’t i say one more i ...

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Also by Keith Byrne:

awake | pin emotion |

Homage to Bagpuss in Hove

Was it that third or fourth night, Sarah
during that month we lived in Hove 
when my agent paid for us both
to move there temporary, 
that second summer we were together
and we stumbled onto that singer 
playing alone beside the coastline
at the start of dusk. 

Do you remember him asking, Sarah
pausing inbetween songs 
can either of us play an autoharp 
or a mandolin 
at the edge of ...

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Also by Andy N:

Consequences XVIII | Footprint (A New Haiku) |

The Angler

The Angler

the tranquility of a lake
the power of a swollen river
the sound of a trickling stream
places you will find the angler
in search of freedom
the catch of a chub, roach or bream
a trout or even a salmon,
oh well, it costs nothing to dream

even on quiet days
when the fish don't show
on the days you haven't caught
time to be at peace with yourself
a chance to sit with your ...

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All The Things (Happy World Poetry Day!)

It being absolutely essential

To live our life to our potential

Drifting along, getting on by

Lazy ways to truth deny

Living this way being soul treason

Finding excuses, rhyme or reason

Looking away from where we should be

Closing our minds to our liberty

My reality took a while to sink in

Inner voice screaming, making a din

To be a poet my path to take

The safe li...

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Also by Dean Fraser:

Summer Rain | Remembering |

inspirationalloveself-growthspirituality

March 20th 28

Life is growing lonelier every day that passes

 

I’m just a slave to my fateful soul and it’s inevitable searches.

 

Spiralling on deeper down and forever tumbling aimlessly around. I can’t seem to put both these feet of mine on the forbidden ground.

 

If only my thoughts and my life could be safely contained once found. I would then progress and could grow to that magical higher...

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Also by Racoon ?:

Slipaway21 |

emotionquestionsreal life

Looking

Looking back on the past

It's hard to believe 

That I made it through

Such tragedies

 

From youth to adulthood

Fighting battles I never should have

With family, with friends

I was betrayed

 

Looking at the present day

I'm glad I found a way

To shrug off the naysayers

No matter what they said

 

From walking to talking

Saying goodbye to their charades

...

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born in mama's bed 1941

the day he was born was

a windy day in march

 

mama told daddy to go

to town to get the doctor

the cottage had no telephone

no running water

 

fronny was a neighbor

who lived over the hill

she told daddy she

would stay with mama

 

daddy did not have a car

had to walk to Congo road

to hitch a ride to town

 

when the doctor and daddy

arrived at t...

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Also by Clyde McCulley:

I am now starting to do Audios of some of my poems. Please listen and see what an old boy from Arkansas sounds like. | the old kitchen tin box | poet's dilemma | four room house | four walls | someone's forgotten cottage | woods filled with snow |

circumcisioncountry doctorcountry lifenew born

Curves and Paint and Rain

I can’t touch the curve of a rainbow,
or use its’ colors to paint
Who counts the drops in a downpour?

Don’t be silly!

But my heart is a stubborn thing sometimes,
and it thinks: “All you have to do is try.
The first thing you must do is reach.”

So, we painted stories without end
I felt the tender hues of your curves,
and I tossed aside my umbrella
as we began to count the rain

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Also by Mike McPeek:

Another Short Poem About You |

Silk

Silk
 
Our Post people have connected us,
Through toil and love and loss,
Carrier Pigeons, magical storks
Delivering life to waiting Mums
Telegram boys of Shakespeare plays
Connecting lovers lost,
War-winning, code breaking messages
Relics of a past,


Suddenly more important,
Suddenly at all costs,
Suddenly irreplaceable,
Through the middle of this mess
 In the middle of our chaos...

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Also by Candi:

Lockdown Fatigue |

pandemicgratituderelationshipslove

Mecca

The soft radiance of your skin wraps me in sepia sheets under which your Mecca lies.

I came to conquer and be conquered by.

Allow me to lay seige to your walls as you claw at me defenses,

Then take me by force for I am relentless.

You can condemn me for my sin of seeking your cryptic treasure,

But first gaze into my eyes and bear witness to true pleasure.

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The Thorn

The Thorn / Michael Kwack

 

It seemed a big bird had flown;

For, onto the desk of my own,

A feather was falling,

Through the air fluttering.

 

As if in a dream did I gaze:

A tiny bird it was!

 

I stretched an arm,

And the bird got on my palm.

The whole body, in bright gold,

Was the wing of this bird.

 

Should I hold it on my palm?

Let it go afloat in...

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St Patrick's Day - Shanty

It’s March the 17th and the drink is flowing

Irish eyes are smiling and their faces are glowing

The music is playing and a party we’re throwing

Happy St Patricks Day - Hey

 

My parents made a journey to start a new beginning

I was born in London town when the sixties were swinging

There was discrimination and racism was rife

No black’s dogs or Irish read the signs that’s li...

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Also by Tom Doolan:

International Women's Day - 2021 |

The Storm Before the Calm

During the storm, before the calm,
I heard their feet, stamping over the hills
Arriving in droves. The rebel army.
Here to overthrow a lifetime of enslavement
To buying insurance and mowing the lawn
To smiling through failure and
Changing my underwear daily.
A lifetime of good behaviour and
Doing what’s best (for whom?)
But here they come. The forgotten dreams.
The squashed and crumpled ...

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Tangled

I swallowed whole,

the excess lies that spewed daily

from your mouth. 

Believing every word you said, 

Trusting it was truth. 

As time went on your mask came loose, 

Some days it totally slipped. 

Small lies became much larger, 

When challenged, you would flip.  

Your words never matched your actions

and I wondered who you were. 

The strange thing is as I ponder on...

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drowning in poetry

a poem of longing

a poem of remembrance

a poem of rage

a poem of hope

 

a poem to slip into your mind

a poem to never forget the story

a poem to purge the feelings

a poem of healing

 

do you ever get the feeling 

we’re drowning in poetry?

day by day 

inundated by poetry.

 

everywhere you go, 

another platform, 

another social network 

for poets...

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Also by kimberly:

listen to her |

poetry

Pub / Life

 

Your local pub got shut down
You didn't go elsewhere
The world - it started shrinking
We thought you'd disappeared

Your local got closed down
You'd never go elsewhere

Meet up at the meat raffle

Familiar faces everywhere

You went out to work
To do the shop
You sometimes went to Weatherspoons
Finished off with a kebab

You read the Spoons magazine
The "UK's most popular po...

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The door is shut

The door is closed what’s happening.

I don’t understand.

I can’t move

I just lay here in bed

Until they get me up wash and dress me

Give me tablets that I hate

People come in and people go out.

Some talk loudly 

Some are happy

Others seem indifferent

Some come in cleaning

Polishing and dusting

At least I assume they are people but they look more like aliens

R...

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Astral World

Endora:

I can’t breath, my lungs are burning 

Everything around me is twirling.

Everything inside me squeezes eminently, grabbing away my desire to live on.

I am filled with pain, till my last bone. 

My eyes are full of blood rivers.

He is dying in the roaring silence.

 

Lucas:

As I opened my eyes,

I saw dazzling stars dancing in the sunset 

It was as quiet as a de...

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astralmythicalmysteriousloveloss

Undercurrent

I find no respite here

for my broken and weary soul  

from this dark madness 

that stays always with me

just below the surface,

always churning like an unseen current

threatening to take me under. 

My resistance to the constant tug is wavering

as my strength wanes

from all this fighting

against what I am unable to escape. 

The undercurrent has always been stronger

...

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Also by Shehariah:

Cadaver |

Mothers' Day Wishes


Maybe this year, he’ll remember:

Once a year’s not asking much

To send a bunch of flowers –

Has he even heard of such?

Even if he has, seems the florist’s

Rather too far for him to walk,

So he just sends a token;

Doesn’t even want to talk

At length to me, or even phone.

Yet he surely must have known

What I wish from him today

Is not a gift and a card, at most

...

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MothersDay

I don't want

I don't want to be ogled,

while walking in street,

being comfortable in my own skin,

wearing a short skirt,

or a denim or a saree or a hijab.

Inside the attire it is me,

yes the same me in every dress.

 

I don't want to be judged,

for my choices or the opinions 

or my voice or my silence. 

in solitude, intimacy or in front of crowd. 

 

I don't want to be name...

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Also by Ankita Srivastava:

Strokes of the scar |

Real refuge

Real refuge

Sunday,14th March 2021

 

I shall not lose the read

but read

the reality

coupled with the honesty

 

life has changed a lot

but I have sought

an insight

to feel always right

 

there is a great transformation

with the lack of information

with no trust in divine happening

and saddening self

 

evil has gripped and controlled the mind

...

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Also by Jadia4708au:

Keep hopes alive | Working for peace | Childhood-memorable page | Nothing has changed | Stories retold | Turn pages | Name of tolerance | Lifetime achievement | Give her due | Embrace & hug | As simple as | Time, well defined | Life with colours | "I" symbol of an arrogance | Rare spacies-Hunting | Love brings no sadness | Firm choice | In the unseen world | My star | No illusion | Easy to preach | You are woman | Sacrificial role | Time brings in | Brace up-Poets | Realization later | Peace-Our priority | Noor(light) | Escape route-Spirituality | Safe distance | Love self | Play neutrally | In an idle state | The good explanation | Love in the eyes | Women power | Philosophy-Its adoption | Move forward | Age declines | Our role | Life is wild horse | He is awake | Displeasure from | Power makes |

Jadia4708au

Wayward Souls

He kisses your shoulder, 

then your cheek. 

His touch makes your knees weak.

How do I know? 

Before you, and a dozen more,

it was me. 

Now, I’m a faded memory, 

as you will be. 

Don’t believe me? 

I too used to laugh at the absurdity. 

He could never leave me. 

As he grows older, 

his women get younger. 

Curiously, they look like me at 23. 

How cruel fate ...

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Also by Vautaw:

Todo el Tiempo |

loverelationshipssoulmatesstar-crossed love

Pregnant and Nursing

Skinny as a rail

But inside I’m bursting

I guess every writer

Is pregnant and nursing

Two scripts on my hips

And three straggling behind

All needing rewrites

My agent whines

Is this how to be prosperous? 

Well encapsled in blubber?

Cause if another script calls

I'll probably just wear a rubber

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WRITE OUT LOUD POETRY PLATFORM NIGERIA MEDIA PAGE INTERVIEW CHAPTER.

CORRESPONDENT: MR. CHIKE ADIMCHI ONYEGBULA

 

COMPILED BY: CHINWENDU CHINONYEREM EMMANUEL (MR. RAYS)

 

GOOD MORNING SIR, MY NAME IS MR. CHIKE ADIMCHI ONYEGBULA

 

CHIKE ADIMCHI: GOOD MORNING SIR. MAY WE KNOW YOU?

RAYS: Good morning, I’m Chinwendu Chinonyerem Emmanuel popularly known as Mr. Rays.

A certified writer under Association of Nigerian Authors  Abia State Chapter, a p...

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Also by Chinwendu C.E Rays:

PLANNED FOREST |

Understand (the lion and the lamb)

3/12/21

I understand that in the past I have put all of my faith in one man

I understand

I need you to understand that I understand

But to process my emotions I must dig down deep into my oceans

My oceans that visit me sometimes at night in my dreams and toss me around, holding my breath until I'm pushed to the shoreline

Some how I am always close enough to be pushed to the shore...

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Also by VHH:

This girl, this man |

An unbreakable Bond!

An unbreakable bonding!

I have never seen the bonding of father and daughter like this before

A girl who is remembering her father, each passing day without any gap since he went away forever

Her father must be seeing her love and dedication from there above all

She is not able to forget his father’s love & warmth which is now nowhere

She is not able to recover from the grief of los...

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i love you pt 1

I've never felt like this before

I know we will never be together

but I wish 

the random drives 

the random calls, texts, knocks on the door, notes, hugs

all for nothing

I know you told me the same seven-letter, three-word phrase once

but I also know you took it back later because it won't ever happen

at least that's what you told me

the first time we met,

I never tho...

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Those Boobs

No hormonal concession

Even in the time of this recession

The mole hills grew into lofty peaks

Attention they grab, attention it seeks

Those that knew wonder how did they grow

The bralette yesterday demands a full surface today

The vibrant richness is for all to rejoice and enthrall.

All this entertainment only in a year...

Corona for sure added some weight

But thirty tw...

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Boobslady

Texture

The dirt gets stuck in between the grooves of the metal

The paint gradually peeling off the cement floor

Fingerprints on the doors

Smudges and waterstains on the windows

Tufts of dust on the window sills too high to reach

Smiles translated to internalized insecurities

Compliments that I'm not confident enough to comprehend

Tension when I get scared of my reflection

Rays of ...

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Also by Melan Drifter:

There's a hole in my heart | Carmelize | (untitled) |

Adjusting to Change - Anxiety

hurting, melting, head caving
my head so broke inside
trying to hold it together
but i feel so far from fine

suffocating, shaking, heart racing
my body responds in fear
trying to reason with myself
though it doesn't help it clear

aching, receding, soul's numbing
my mind is shutting off
trying to hold onto reality
but i feel so very lost

falling, stalling, chest pounding
my soul'...

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