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Proza with a twist.

Just the way you move like a dragons death dance

Eyes that let everybody know that you are the upper demon

Dont let us go blind in the hell i helped to create

Embrace the size when it walked the earth

Heaven kept it close to its heart, to out smart its tribes

forgetting who was boss were severely punished

We cant escape, just to settle down for something less.

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Also by Rudyard Kooistra:

Human nature. | Isolation. | Trench vol 3. | Trench life. | CRW Nevinson. | Annihilated. | Alfred Basel, 1915/16. | Prager strasse. | JD. | TAPP. | No title needed. |

Denmark

Denmark

 

 There is a charming little country

it has no sharp stones or huge mountains to obstruct the view

In our heart, we loved this little land.

They even invented the word “HYGGE.”

The reality is quite different, as it turns out to be a den of spies.

they spied on the behalf of the USA; in other Scandinavian countries,

they even bugged the prime Minister of Germany´s p...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

Brooklyn | August in the Athes | the stone casts of life | guns in Sweden | attack, from the west | echo | once a summer | Wales | English village | in Ceuta | the vale of revulsion | ctober manifesto | spring | near miss | for the fturde | the beginning | art thieves | art thieves | the occupation | an island | the ending | tired angels | ages | the foresight | may morning | India | a little argument | echography | Derik and Floyd | what happens to Facebook | the fear | the abbess | elderliness | what few see | love unseen |

Rather hot today

The golden orb

Has rendered me red

Upon arms & shoulders

And on me fore'ead 🥵

 

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

The Withered Vine | It's Friday! | Our Lungs | Mr Frost | About the size of it... | Beyond |

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Words can unite

Words can unite

Monday,31st May 2021

 

If a sword can kill innocent

the words can heal and present

the actual power they hold

and tell the entire world

 

if the swinging sword can flash in your eyes

the metaphors and words can try

their utmost to create an influence

and bounce in your mind

 

words are the best instrument

for any movement

to create an im...

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Also by Jadia4708au:

Your domain | Live in today | Each time | No child's game-Poetry | Feel it from within | Life like flowers | Way to appreciate-certificate | Inner soul speaks | Undisputed faith | Near perfection | Not with naked eyes | Nature-mother earth | Love never betrays | I stand for integrity | Fear & Failure | Justify your existence | No glorification | The expectations | Unwanted struggle | No lip service | No illusion | The woman-glory | Friendly response | Naked truth | I know about you | No tears for past | O people | Leaf falling | Not for tomorrow | Feel His presence | Unlucky are those | I love you | Poets & inspirator | Death& poet | Heart & mind | With one message | Ceasefire | Peace, we need | Stick to mission | Love-promises | Empty pot makes noise | Life is for | Silence-sadness | Stick to mission | Suffer not from | No miracles | With positive vibes | So many questions | The world sides with | So much to learn | Show mercy | Time doesn't stop | Truth & only truth | Parents-come back | Now & then | Emotions flow | No chains-No cage | Love burns inside | Live life of its own | Make literature-memorable | Eid mubarak | Beauty from inside | Teachers-Architectures | Poetry-The path | Under scorching sun | Changes are good | Friendship-true one | You become an actual human | For pleasure | Role of working woman | No disrespect-dead | Marriage anniversary-50th year | Freedom day-Africa | My guide | Dear I propose | Experience & poetry | Motherly feeling | Love & poetry | What is mother | Where are the old days? | Nobility & kindness | Parent exiled | Love spreads fragrance | Ink your emotions | Two words | The leader | With the mass | Rain brought smile | Love supersedes | Allow not to take over | Thoughts prevail | Save country-save people | Life is not easy | Nature's wrath | Black death rainbow | May day | Ask for an apology |

Jadia4708au

Obscured

Neither a way ahead 

Nor a path to tread

Light's not required

As there's no darkness

 

Confusions are many

Everyone muddled

Messed up situations

Can take step backwards

 

Awaiting the nod

A BE from only God

For then I will move

When certainty calls

 

Assumptions and presumptions

Imaginations and stories

These aren't motivating

Consequences face...

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Also by Moon.girl:

Skies are crying for us | No time for love | Black and white | Thank you | Untitled | Dreaming the impossible | Not addicted | Sunflower.girl | Yawning!! | Somewhere land | Language of love | No one sees me cry | For you!! | What difference to me? | My dreams!!!!! | This is it. | Your words | Fissures | Last card | Brokenness |

Fine Print

A counterfeit complacency

to ease the bane of being.

 

Why aim for the firmament when

you've read the fine print?

 

Inscribed in small type

is the loss that won't be

quantifiable, yet readily

identifiable. 

 

So you lower the sails

in shame, before the

voyage even gets

its say. 

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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

Dueling Spindles | Ballet | Easier said... | Crayons | Shadow Plays | Dichotomy | Retrospective | Roman-à-clef | Flickers | A Thousand & One | Temporal | Vernacular | Thebes | Pharisaic | Kafka's Door |

In Sharp Contrast

In Sharp Contrast

 

It burst forth like a rapturous applause

to see the field by the river which had been

sprinkled with a saffron down

as buttercups claimed their righful ground

The month of May had arrived

to rejuvenate the landscape which had

lain dormant and bare

Trees once darkened silhouettes against

a grey heavily laden sky

now held a vista of verdant pastur...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Drenched in Duplicity | Another Condition |

Nuttin & Sumpin

 

you can make sumpin

out of nuttin

or nuttin out of

sumpin

but you cannot make

nuttin BE sumpin

you have to have

sumpin

to start with.

 

-O.L. Buzzerd

(most of my poems amount to nuttin.)

 

 

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Also by d.knape:

Instruction Manual | MANKIND | Internet Service | That Song | When One Door Closes | DIRT | BUZZ WORDS | LICHEN | Between The Cracks | Dead Battery | Building A Nest | My Brother's Keeper | Fast Food & Phones | WOK | MONEY | BAREFOOT | SMOKE | CONDENSEDPOEM | MUSTANGS | Childproofing A Poem | University Of Stupidity | High Volume | Old Crow | Morning Moon | Short Poem | The Little Things I Do | Not As Young As We Used To Be | Cowboy Blues |

Even Old Fools Get The Blues

we used to walk in the canyon

talk of a future that never came

gasping at the beauty round us

Selina was one hell of a dame

 

its a movie playing in my head

just pictures without the sound

a neck-lace of images inside a

cold tomb on hallowed ground

 

called to New York for a movie

turned your head with ambition

left me doubting your standing

fearing you inten...

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Also by simon lucan:

Circle Line | Formations | Vertical | Please Miss | Old As Love II | Old As Love | Nibs | First Light | Rouge | Wings | Grassland |

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The greatest artist

Rumbles have started growing louder. 
Now there appear bright flashes across the sky; 
Filled with glee, thundering sadistically. 
I admit they appear absolutely splendid to me.
Blue, white, dull grey and yellow.
No one ever says that's a great colour combo.
But is there a sight prettier than the grey clouds
Trying to cover the tints of soft crimson,
That sparkle throughout the infinitude,
...

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In time

I'll keep marching on

Go on walking 

From dusk to dawn

Holding my head high

Chin up and shoulders back

Running straight into dreams

That destiny has for me

 

I'll keep trying

This way and that

This one or that one

Something will surely work

Someone will really help

Pulling me out of this well

 

I'll keep hoping on

Trust the process

It may take lon...

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Also by Ghazala lari:

Winds of change | Fantasy poetry i | Comfy | Sci fi poetry ii | Sci fi poetry | Makeover | No compulsion!! | Is there? | That's it | What it means to me. | Song of rain | BFF | Blessed beginning | A lantern of hope | Life goes on | The seasons lost | Ameen | Silly rhymes | Beautiful life ahead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | Liars and cheaters | Article 5: teenagers during pandemic | Fearful heart | Article 4: Children during pandemic | Plagiarized | Everlasting joy | Happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | Bright side | Long lost noon | Morning delight | Afternoon memories | Article 2: Dreams | Article 1 | Heaven on earth | Unblocked | At the front | Sound of love | So to say | Beautiful journey |

Challenges

In this life,

You will face challenges

That seem hopeless

And you'll wonder

If--it can be done

How--it can be done

Why--it should be done

But at the end of the day,

The question is not if

Or how, or why--

The question is:

Will you try?

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Also by The Chessplayer:

Medicine | My Girlfriend | Some Resonant Things | Old Wounds | The Chubby Boy | Shadow Girl | Innocence Sold | What Is a Man? (An Unfinished Poem) | There Is a Happiness | I Am Poor | Lack of Confidence | A Goodbye Unsaid | The Moment of Death | Felt | Good Times | Notice (Haiku) | Belief Is Like a Bird That Nests | The Roaring Rain Outside | The Void |

dubito ergo sum

all these broken pieces

the foundation has crumbled

and the pieces lay all around me

of what was once my home.

 

the repairs were insufficient

though my hands are skilled in their craft.

not enough will always be not enough.

 

now I sit amidst the wreckage

and among all these broken pieces

that for so long I have tried to salvage,

piecing myself back together

as best as I could

whil...

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Also by Shehariah:

Separate and Sanitize | the blade |

worm

I am not as strong as they think I am.

I am not who they want me to be.

And I,

I can't be as they need me to be.

All this weight is just pushing me down.

I'm not strong enough.

They don't understand.

Their expectations are so fucking high.

They are waiting for me,

a stupid caterpillar,

to turn in to an amaizing butterfly.

But what they can't see

is that I'm no c...

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Also by mona:

marble | the first kiss |

SLAVERY KNAVERY

Slavery equates with knavery -

Who today would argue with that?

Evil is as evil does...

And wears its evil hat.

 

But every buyer needs a seller...

Market forces in the murk;...

About who was buying and who was selling

Sees one-way forces at work.

 

Across the world and throughout time

The two have conspired as one,

Without their cruel complicity

The deed cou...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

FLIGHT | ROBUST | RICHARD | TERSE | BARBARY COAST | EMOTIVISM | BEDDED BLISS |

Jumping The Gun

Just because I've learnt to swim underwater,
Doesn't mean I can live without breathing.
Just because I can walk on the surface,
Doesn't mean I can't slip and start sinking.

If I don't look in the mirror,
Doesn't mean my face has changed.
If I start at the beginning,
Still I have to reach the end.

Just because there is a meaning
Doesn't mean I understand (or know it).
Just because the...

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Also by Aviva Rifka Bhandari:

Where Are You Now? | The Other Side | Dreamscape - II (The Vase) | Dreamscape - I (The Cloak) | IMHO | Catatonia | Combination | Allusion | The Modern Myth | Aftermath | Merry-Go-Round | List For Santa-Claus | Prophecy | Sauce For The Goose (Rough Justice) | So Really And Truly Crazy | The Grind | To A Friend To Be Forgotten | The Wonder Tree | Chicken Licken | Deadlock | Taken From Me | Desperate Prayer | Screams Of A Spoilt Child | Real Lows And Artificial Highs | War Of The Sexes | The Hardest Tears | End Of The Road | Dream On | Buried Treasure |

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extraterrestrial

The yellow suns in your eyes lit our path, revealing the secrets hidden under the gray sky. 

When I was thirsty, blue poured from your tongue into the black bile, and I drank from the river. 

Your skin was a red furnace, a cauldron of warmth prevailing against the brittle wind and melting through my ice.

You pointed to the titanium obelisk on the hilltop. 

We were on a journey to somew...

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i’ll try

i was flying high

because ive let myself dream

i was in the sky

because ive let myself  believe that finding happiness is easy

now im back here 

with myself again 

thinking how did i not know how this will end 

im doing my best

i really am 

its not the time 

not this time 

maybe not ever 

i can deal with that

focus on whats real

ill keep on existing if tha...

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Alone on the mountain

I will go to the mountain alone
to face my fears
now that I know you don't love me either
nor will I be yours
I will slap her on a drunken night
and the people in it
I will go to the mountain alone
alone in black perulin.

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Also by Sanja Atanasovska:

devil | spoon of good luck | love asleep | I will wait | The hands of my birches | Our house | I am ... | Sad anthem | You mean me | Poisonous flowers | Crazy rhythm | Alone |

Turning the Tide

Something magical happened. 

Goosebumps flooded my entire

body, I heard bells, colours were

exploding into vibrancy: suddenly

the prospect of the water was a 

terrifying and drastic inconvenience 

that I had happily avoided. I stood 

and thanked the woman. I didn’t 

want to look at her. I didn’t want 

to remember her, in case I fell in 

love, because then I’d end up b...

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Also by Ferris Ty Taylor:

Speak to Me | Venus as a Monster | Devil's Advocate |

A Forest Fire

 

There are no firebreaks in prefrontal lobes,

forgetful flames of age rage free

leaping happily they erase, erase, erase

 

The blank face that once launched a thousand smiles

stares out from nothingness, 

Lost in a cage of bleached white bone.

 

Whose hands are they that bathe his skin,

That cradle his head to cry?

and a Wife becomes a Mother 

 

The Man beco...

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Also by Marsha Cool:

Precious Flesh | Book Shelf |

Gone

Farewell delicious citrus companion,

For three years we shared our breakfast table,

Breaking the night's fast together as one,

And now, you gone, and I, miserable.

 

Three-fold were your sweet sunshine hued fruit rinds,

Melded too with sugars from cane filled isles.

Our love connection, forged by taste and mind,

Child of copper-bottomed pot, yielding smiles.

 

On your...

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Also by Graham Parker and his musings:

Being Here | Water Babies | Good old tines | Pica Pica | Bee Queen | Nigel | Daisy chains at sea | Clocks | Faded Icons | Matins | Syringa | All-inclusive | Waiting in Vain | John Bunyan's Shed | Garlic 18 | Wordsworth's Shroud | Myopsida Palmatum Atropurpureum |

Good Morning Sunshine

Good Morning Sunshine

 

A ray of light

Warms my body and my heart

A daily reminder 

That we are given an opportunity for a fresh start

 

In times of disconnection

When living can feel like hell

The sun gives us the same message

Of kindness and of strength; for us to be well

 

Sun beams wash over us

When the fight is hard

A memoir of a greater presence

L...

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Also by Rasa Kabaila:

My pagan blood | 6 reasons why I can’t sleep with Alexandre |

CONTRAST

What is it about our race issues

And hatred towards each other today

It`s the twenty-first century

By now we should have found our way

Is it that our past regression

And all of the supression

Set forth a situation that is here to stay

Always too hard to forgive

When free to be yourself you cannot live

We must strive to get over our past

Forgive but not forget,  for a ...

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Also by J.D. Bardo:

The Rocky Road to Ruin | LIKE MOVIES IN MY MIND | TO BE YOUNG AGAIN | Why Poetry | Over the "Hump" | DESOLATION | The Accidental Best Friend |

TWO WORLDS!

Once upon a time on an icy hill,

two worlds collide giving jaunty chill,

adventure began with massive curiosity,

but uncomfort remained still.

Round and round and up and down,

were trying to explore the entire town,

amidst this process of fun and pun,

became reason for each other's frown.

And hence its time to depart away,

before it gets deteriorating decay,

without a...

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Scene II

Scene II
Has me frozen
Like a cat
On cold concrete.
It's so awkward
I wish . . . 
I wish I could leave.
But no,
I must stay.
There, now I've 
Done it --
All eyes are on
Me.
Please,
I'll ask so politely,
Don't listen
To a word I say.
It's so hard
To stand barefoot
In the rain
And try to light this
God-damned cigarette.
I must exit
But I'd really rather
Not go.
And would som...

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Also by D.W. Hamilton:

Mole Hills |

Love Found Us

I found Her She found Me

love found Me love found Her

lost number given She lost mine

coincidental meet up second chance given

I found Her She found Me

enthralled in love the rest history.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

We Remember You | Love Lives Here | Held Accountable |

True love is yours to find

Hippy Shakes

Faded, pegged, denim jeans fashioned by men who’s haberdashery skills were much in doubt

Bright paisley, high necked, tunic styled shirts,

collar as high a a Harry Hill prop

 

These memories give me the shakes, hippy shakes, like the many songs:  ‘All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey’; Mamas, Papas, flowers, pots, pot and hemp and pipes, the lot

 

Hip, hep, beatniks, Gree...

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Also by Rick Varden:

Poor Boris | It’s all about Football |

PROPS

I’ve played in most positions so that being quick and lean

I started off at fullback where I wore the shirt “15”.

I joined the line in their attacks, my kick was like a mule’s,

I tackled like a rhino (sometimes within the rules!)

 

A surfeit of jam puddings, though, at dinner time would mean

The coaches said that I’d become the fattest back they’d seen;

And fellow team mates o...

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Also by John Coopey:

SHEDS | THE FALLEN | HOTEL FAWLTY TOWERS | DEAD MEN'S SHOES | THE TIME I SAVED WESTERN DEMOCRACY FROM COMMUNISM | THE BLOOD SERVICE VAMPIRES FROM LEEDS | LEADER OF THE PACK part 3 | THE GARDEN | "AS SURE AS GOD'S IN GLOUCESTER..." |

Chin Chan Chinaman

 

I can't remember, nobody can,

the names of the actors who played the parts

of Fu Manchu and Charlie Chan

though I do remember David Carradine in Kung Fu,

like the others an unlikely looking Chinaman.

 

Perhaps this was part of the joke

but it wouldn't be allowed these days

when everything has to be PC

and everyone needs to be woke

 

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Also by Chameleon:

Emily Vaughan RIP | Boo hoo | ON THE TUBE | Living in a Box | Something of a Loner |

Mr Handbag

Mr Handbag

 

The cackling sound 

of old led

sat and placed us 

with a person

 

It echoed out his life

and coughed up

three CD’s

 

so we sat.

 

darkness and fingernails

ran out of the room

leaving only me 

with Mr Handbag

 

his corduroy sweatpants

leaked receipts

covered in syrup

or was it marmite?

 

my heart began to bleed

 

...

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Speechless

Lest we forget

Past influences the now 

Now influences the future 

Future influences the now 

Past influences the future 

Take steps with caution but with no regret

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Also by Cody Roach:

No rush | Stumble | You and I | Keep me | Finding my way home |

To my ex bestfriend

Dear ex bestfriend,

ever since you left its been really hard,

there is no running through the yard,

but I want to say thank you,

Thank you for inspiring me,

to be better.

 

Eventhough it broke me into a million pieces when you left,

You made me grow,

be tougher,be better,

I just wish you were here to see me, 

the person I have become today.

 

You were my once...

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#differences#distance#freewriting#friends#love#poetry#sameness

Praise Him From Who All Blessings Flow

I don't know how to describe this day

Tired and sad and shoulders ache

But still moments of sweetness that made it okay

The joy of fixing small, broken things

The joy of my child choosing to read

Tupperware full of a rainbow of veggies

Beer chilled and helping me mellow

The love of my life making me smile

Our hardworking kids making me proud

I'm so grateful for what I ha...

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Also by Collin Pulmano:

Boo | Better | Bullseye | Part | Sir Read. |

THE GREAT HUNGER

 Dreams of a black country infect my sleep
 Ragamuffin babes we cannot keep,
 Everything is black, rotted, gone.
 Everyday I dig down to the bone, 
 To the marrow-black foam on a dead man’s lips 
 black thoughts of the black cancers of the soul.

 No home for me beneath these skeletal trees 
 God isa  black star, in a black mood, afar
 The animals mourn the black earth,
 Conemarra, i...

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Also by John E Marks:

Running out of time | Quiet spring rain | Like roses miss the dew | St Sophia's - the Church of Holy Wisdom | THE UNPURGED IMAGERY OF DAY | For E. Scott Alighieri | Lunacy | THE PRIDE of AFRICA | Forgive, forget | Target practice | Generation 27 | The Christie | Water tree | Rainstorm | Empire of the Sun | On first looking into Popōcatepētl | The last Byzantine | Genocide | SPRING SNOW |

Drifter

 

A drifter rides into the town,

Soft-spoken and quite roughly dressed;

His smile and manner win him friends,

Three others are far less impressed.

 

While he relaxes at the bar,

They gather, spoiling for a fight.

The plain folk start to peel away;

This is a match of wrong and right.

 

He swigs his drink and spins around;

He picks off one from either side.

The...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

UK Nul Points | First sight | Colours | Bars | What Matters | Detective Stories |

Remembering Windrush

The benevolent sea's new high tide

kindly, aided and abetted

arrivals of our Caribbean brothers and sisters

 

# coming for to carry them home # 

 

My Jamaican friend old Benjamin recalls

how along that bow to stern length of quayside

now overlooked by luxury apartment blocks

was in his time of arriving here

crowded with ever so grateful and warmly welcoming

well wi...

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I Was Meant to Love You


I remember you in the morning,
the way the light hit your eyes,
the way your smile matched mine,
the way your fingers grazed over my peaks and valleys,
the way you wandered over my warm skin, inhaling its intoxicating scent.
And I remember the feeling that it was a perfect dream,
one that we never wanted to end
but it slipped away too soon.
And now every time I start to rise in excitemen...

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Also by kimberly:

Let the Music Play |

distant lovelovelove poemlovers

Just....

The Universe is full of dreams,

Of what we've done, of what we cherish,

It laughs and cries, it hurts and screams

Within the thoughts, the virtue 'n' blemish...

 

The Universe is tender, kind,

It's tough and rough - the way we treat it... 

Just keep the clean and sober mind 

To catch the life and firmly keep it.. 

 

To live each day the utmost fullest, 

To praise t...

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White Striped Echo

"What's the blood from? And please tell the truth
You didn't have those stains before you left for school
You cover your scars but wear the stains with pride"
Would you believe me when I say it's how I feel alive.

Awkward in my own skin but comforted by my blood
I don't even like myself. How can I be someone you love?
Call me a sore loser when I didn't even ask to play
White striped reflect...

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Lust

 

The lust for war
is skin-tight & as hemoglobin to bone--
turning poets into preaching prophets
politicians into potion preachers
children into cheapened chattel
soldiers into senseless slogs
intellectuals into inflated idiots
conservatives to corny connivers
liberals into leaky liars &
the right into the wrong.

simply because war is a blood poison
and war is psychotic chaos,
a f...

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Also by Brian Hodgkinson Jr.:

Nut | If Only | Unreserved | Dreamscape | Silly Rabbit | A Tale of Two | Excellent for Weight Loss | Hope | May 2007 Dream | May Day |

human naturesnake bitwarmongers

gLiMpSeS

I escaped my dreams just to 

run right back to reality.

My soul fell right back into 

my unconscious body,

I took a sip of amnesia

rubbing my sleepless eyes.

 

As I lay there, trying my best 

to remember, the pain of grief 

and emptiness rush into my veins

sending pithy down my prideless

cheeks. Only if I could escape 

reality too.

 

I can't explain the tw...

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Notes in the night

(for a nightingale)

Tossing in redhot sheets

with two granite pillows,

every sleepless night

he keeps faith and enchants.

Such a silvery crystal song

better performed than any tenor

so many perfect variations.

But no fool he, this minute brown bird,

his lovely lust only let loose

on balmy spring nights.

Never when just cold blackness

filled only by harsh owl shr...

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Planet Mars

Planet Mars

When you close your  beautiful eyes
When you will look above the sky 
Remember which planet is mine
I live on the famous red Mars
A planet which belong to us
The birds will make  the longest flights
The wings  scattering the feathers 
Down  to the Earth we wear leathers
 A long distance traveler was
Say it a poem or a prose

Kiki Materi

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Also by Kiki Materi:

The ideal dreams | Haiku No2 | A line for the poetry | Haiku No1 | To Bobby Sands |

Celebrate

Celebrate unity

For life is all one

Every living thing

Works together

Most don't see it

And won't ever know

But the beauty of life

Does not lie solely in love

But in all emotions

In all of the struggles

We endure pain

And come out stronger 

We feel broken

But we are not

For we are each a piece

To the puzzle

A piece meant to be put back in place

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The World in Lockdown People's Poem (Merseyside)

 

 

 

 

WORLD IN LOCKDOWN

 

A patchwork-style poem written by the people of Merseyside during England's first Coronavirus lockdown 2020

 

 

 

Curated by Barry Woods

Assisted by Michelle Wright

 

 

 

 

(c) Copyright contributors 2020 (listed at the end)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

World in Lockdown

 

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Privacy

 

     It will not mistake pride for gravitas
when it takes a cloth to the looking glass
but will find one's relation to heaven
simply focusing on what is hidden.

     Because privacy loves...no one need know
one hears the violin court the oboe.
No poem ever brought, or ever will,
mosses from that valley to this stark hill.

     Revealing in whispers -like to madness-
how one disti...

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Turf Stains

The old stone dwelling, clad

in layered years of whitewash,

squats between farm track and field.

Against the winter-stained gable,

stacked turf leans, waiting.

 

Feathers of smoke wisp

from the chimney

fills the air with comfort,

and fiery flickers dapple

the open kitchen door.

 

The warm glow banishes

spring’s twilight chill,

the scent of turf mingling

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