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If Only

If only our lives were a movie?

If only we got what we wanted

If only we didnt have to think about our 'stances

If only spontaneity was our reality

Then life would be easy

Then again, who says our life is not a movie?

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Ovid in exile

Wikiart Ovid in Exile, 1915 - Ion Theodorescu-Sion - WikiArt.org

So hard to please, gentle reader,
so unlike me, loose, thoughts astray
Hot, tonight,  as it was for the poet,
Ovid, exiled from Rome to the Black Sea.
So many exiled nights ago,
Go slow, I whisper, go slow.

Forebodings bring unstoppable shakings 
Like i have poisoned blood,
I think I have stolen your heart.
I never lie,...

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Also by John E Marks:

Love is a losing game | Christian forbearance | Statistic | Seeing things | Excavation | Quantum leap | Two worlds | Mother's little helper | Past imperfect | John Clare |

Why Can’t We Go

The summer is nearly over 
#staycation will no longer trend
Foreign holidays are risky
until the traffic light rules end

We could travel down to Cornwall 
we could travel up to The Lakes
There’s no need for Covid testing 
whilst enjoying staycation breaks

We can not travel to Turkey 
the country is still listed red
Our flights keep getting cancelled 
so we are stuck at home instead 

...

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Also by julie callaghan:

Will The Truth Ever Unfold | Difficult Day | Good Morning | My Petition Part 2 | My Petition | A Moment To Savour | Today’s News | Cheeky Little Roam | Smorgasbord Of Texture | G Pee | TV | Day Break | Puggle | The Morning Run (Not Mine) | Freedom | Moorhen Chicks | Plymouth | Summer Landscape Scene | After The Storm | Everything Happens For A Reason | Gothic Glow | Play Time | Blushing Pink, Sunny Yellow | Holiday Check List | Travel Plan Chameleon (Karma Chameleon) | The Doctor Will See You Now | Jewel Of A Scene | The Muscovy Duck | Turkish Wild Fires | The Plight Of The Bumblebee | #Visibleandsafe | Yorkshire Day |

A Great Poem

 

I wrote this thinking
I would create
 
Turned out this poem 
is not that great
 
To failure then
I can relate
 
At least it's brief
it's ending, great!
 
 
 

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Also by d.knape:

THIEF | The Poet And The Mockingbird | HOPE | Good Intentions | Adoption Ad | Chance Of Rain | Blue Moon | AUGUST | Fridge Is | Carpenter | Paint Strokes | Bad Times | Drops In A Bucket | All For Naught | CANCELLED | Interest | Choosing Sides | For Sale | HITCH-HIKER | Song Unknown | Angel | The Yard Man | Today's Poem | i feel so small | The Phone | The Phone | BANANAS | Wet Noodle | WALKING | The Mask |

Daughter Of Eons

You're seen beneath broadleaves
as light rain passes over

Disaster upon disaster
safely behind you

When the rainbow shows
you're happy to move on


You're caught listening sometimes
sorrowful sighs on the wind

Driving home today
how many to run out of road?

Your eyes shock those now asleep wide awake
and those all too awake at last shall dream


You speak of a clock 
smash...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Looking Out To Sea | A Certain Strength | Convalescent Life | Putting It Right | My Half Of The Sonnet  No.3 | Son  | Buzzing Of The Saw | The Poet's Promise |

The Journey

 

The plain and simple things are those we feel

In our lives on any common day

And keep us all together on the ground

Like sturdy stones resisting over time.

 

They are the same for poor and rich alike,

A hug, a smile, a warm and sunny day,

Reminding us that we are here and live,

As different as we are, in the same world.

 

Apart, there are some goals and wishes, t...

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life

The Shopping List

A curl of paper

Placed on our scrubbed pine table

A hurriedly assembled

List of necessities

For comfort

And some structure

On days when I am lost

Drifting, unanchored

Thread to sew on a button

Polish, for appearance sake

(Can't show how I'm feeling)

A Sunday lunch

Of chicken, salad

Apple crumble

Trying to hold my life together

When each day it's

Fall...

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Also by Brenda Wells:

From The Silence | Wish You Were Here |

TAKe & giVe

Is love to give or love to take

Do I give my love or is it taken,

If it’s taken is it at behest

If given is it by request

 

Confusion reigns

to give, to take, But given can I take it back 

Further down life’s railroad track 

Or taken is gone for good

Lost forever in the wood 

 

You take my love and lock it up

And leave me cold and out of luck

If given though ...

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Also by Edbreathe:

huNt [er]s moon | DREam InG SunS | YooF | OLd RaGe ( will Owe) | hoPE LESS | tHe Or an g dreSs | FiiiiRe | SUMm-er-DusK |

EXERCISE

I admit I speak from a certain age

In an era when exercise is all the rage -

But having had my share in the past

I seem to have done enough to last;.

Keen to lay the foundation provided

When youth and energy coincided,

Working to keep the body healthy

Without seeing multi-gyms get wealthy.

Now the years have accumulated

I view exercise as over-rated,

Preferring instea...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

FREEDOM TODAY | TWITS | THAT WAS THEN |

A Shooting Star

 

I think it's the third twinkle down

(Alioth)

In the constellation of Ursa Major

Where she sits

All sparkly with stardust

And cheesy-gobbed from moon food

Gran said that God had came and 

plucked her right off the earth

A car was an odd choice of plucking

But, that's what he chose

With all her beautiful smiley curls of gold

And shimmery eyes of sapphires

I t...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

Page Break | Sunbeam | Your gracious hosts | The Day The Seeds Fell | The Changing Breeze |

Children poemslosslove

The cabin I am

Think of me as a cabin in serene forestry

May the stillness of my words shine down upon your presence

Like light penetrating though a canopy

Dancing hickory shielding you from ghastly winds

Astray and exhausted

The path will always present itself

Guiding you to the home of my existence 

Supplying you with peace of mind

Serendipity lives amongst those who reside

Forev...

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Also by Cody Roach:

River of love | Awake | Fate | Dam | Paradise | The climb |

OUR NEW NORMAL

OUR NEW NORMAL Life during a pandemic. Already change is challenging for most. If we had a choice or I should rather say, control things would remain the same, people's thinking would never evolve, but we don't have control over anything. Change is inevitable; it is an integral part of being human. Going about our lives blissfully oblivious believing that we are the captains of our destinies, then...

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New normalcovid19survivorrecoverypandemicacceptanceprayerdont lose your humanity

Sunset

things used to be simple

lovers dawning undiluted

before he turned up and

left my dreams polluted

 

I knew she had a history

you sensed it in her eyes

she'd seen many lovers

said a host of goodbyes

 

hoped she'd seen sense

woken up and matured

that restless streak still

her carnal urges cured

 

my money she was after

I knew it from the start

one-w...

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Also by simon lucan:

Cottage Cheese | Kelp | The Roxy | Size Six | Spikes | Sealed Units | Fern |

lovebetrayalsunsethopedespair

Today

In a score-settling mood

With the way things go, 

Though the point might be moot,

If life's sine qua non

Is the precariousness of it all. 

 

Indeed, yesterday's feast

Could be tomorrow's defeat;

But what of today?

It could be the olive branch

Extended in exchange.

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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

Porphyrogenitus | Cracking | License | Defined | Freeze Frame | Visionary... | Make-believe | Avoidance | Unrehearsed |

SKUNK SHITE

A much needed Dylan Thomas/DIY/Shakespeare fusion poem and celebrating a little mishap which befell me at my daughter's house.

 

I should go gentle into that stud wall

For fear of piercing cable or a pipe

Else certes much skunk shite may me befall.

 

A wiser man might prod with a bradawl

At DIY, though, I am dud arsewipe

If only I’d drilled gentle through that wall.

 

...

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Also by John Coopey:

YOU'RE NEVER ALONE WITH A PHONE | HE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE | FADED GENES | VAR MAN | TWERLIES | EDDIE |

Union

An organised mess,

No train of thought,

Just swirls and swoops, 

Campaign abort 

 

If ironed and pressed,

A chain no longer, 

Confused and tangled,

But maid of honour

 

A taste of love,

So now you see,

Instilled in us,

A fantasy

 

Exchange our hearts, 

Entrusting me,

Through pain feel power,

Uncomfortably. 

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lovemarriageunion

Love in Winter

 

At grubby winter’s evening time,

They waited in the cold and dark.

He saw her run across the park;

Each changed their taxis in between,

To take no chance of being seen.

He opted for a jazzy blue;

She wrapped herself in guilty green.

 

Later, beneath a small squashed sky,

They looked back at the empty room,

Scraped featureless by some new broom,

With all scraps...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

The Log Sledge | Global Rat | Demonstrators | Dead of Night | Eighty year-old rockers | Waste of Space | Data |

This wanting look

 

The more I see beyond
your reckoning words
and their sweet ache,
I realize you won
You always did
I gave,
You hid.

 

And this boyish want
has walked its way
away from you.

 

Despite my stay
and turning look
I was leaving by weighted
line and flying hook.

 

And this turning to your
wished for face
has piled the wanting
piled the weight
like stones not counted
...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

3rd person silent | Holding...the point | I can point |

Dinner By The River

Dinner by the River with beautiful you.
The 3 Graces can also join us too.
Across the way a Ferry, Seacome bound.
Dinner by the River, happiness I've found.

A sleepy Mersey, barely musters a wave.
The memories of this day, I'll forever save.
A speedboat leaves all else in its wake.
A crawling old Tanker, baby steps to take.

A weary Criuser, her voyage now complete.
In the cool River M...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

97 Avenue (For Andrew Devine) |

Superglued with Love

Pink flamingo angels

soft butterfly wings

sweeping virtue gracefully

steadfast gallant knight

dignified splendid blue

white princess bride

elegant breathless beauty

wedding vows bonded

hearts superglued forever.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Betrayal on a Massive Scale | Hard Core |

get a room - - - then superglue the door.

Don't let me forget

I am scared I will forget you.
Forget your voice. 
Forget your face. 
Forget your smell. 
Forget each moment. 
I walk on with my heart lodged in my throat. Wondering when it will make me choke. 
But how can I choke on a broken heart?
It's been in pieces since we have been apart. 

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Also by Guinevere Heron:

Jumping waves | They are just words | Do you grieve in heaven? | Your coffee | Dear Death |

Deathlossbereavementparentsloveheartbreakforgetting

Jewelry from stars

When the music is boring
when I will not have the strength to express myself magically
the sky will break
the moon will be left homeless
and I will meet the stars on the terrace
oh good people adorn me with star jewelry.

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Also by Sanja Atanasovska:

Brown eyes | Angels on the wall | Pineapple from Thailand | Wound in the genes | Diaspora of verses | The beautiful face of truth | Visiting the sun | The right way | An empty dream | Stacking images | Disarmed | Dedication | Me, you and she | One way |

4. POEM

Together, forever

Into the world eternal 

Hand in hand

We walk into that land

 

Love isn't what we say

It's much Deeper than a ray

It makes us feel everything 

Longings, pain and also grief

 

If there's anything I want to change

It isn't past that I have already lived

It's just my feelings I had for few

Who cared not for how much I loved 

 

Reverse isn'...

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Also by Sunshine:

3. Poem | 2 Poem | 1. Poem |

On Sunday

I never used to understand
why Jesus wanted to be reborn,
into a world of sinners and saints,
of betrayers and victims
where even the strongest hearts of gold,
would one day taste the cruel pain
of a finite life.

And then one day, I met you,
and my heart that believes no faith,
believed in you,
and I knew,
I’d die a thousand Friday’s
to be reborn to you on Sunday.

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Also by Connor Hamilton:

From A Distance | Murder on the Playground | Racing Thoughts | What’s One More Cancelled Visit to a Man in his Grave? | Breakfast | Black Water Bay | Mr Fat & Mr Thin | Ophelia | Butterfly Thoughts | The Wasps Kill | The Bath (A Recipe for a Broken Marriage) | Burnt Toast Tomorrow | An Ode to the First Times | Three Kisses for Betrayal, Two for Spite | Handsome Leaches | The Sad Boy Orchestra | The Postman Came So I Know the World’s Still There | We Got On Like A House on Fire | Crimson Hills | Cracked Pot Schemes | Naked Poets Society | Salt | She Stayed for a Season |

faithlove

Best In The Morning

It’s best in the morning
with no decoration
only flesh 
and fingers reaching out
It’s best in the morning
sun licking through the window
we’ve honestly
nowhere we need to be

It’s best in the morning
kitchen door 
open on the garden
you sip your tea, strum the guitar 
sitting on the back step
Your dark hair ruffled
eyes so brown and full of wonder
nowhere we need to be

“It’s bes...

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Also by Tom:

Tokyo Honeymoon | Mayor of Kabul | If We Love It... | Beguiling Sirens |

moments

Tango

You’ve heard of policemen out walking their beat,

while wearing those shiny black boots on their feet,

a slow measured march as they come down your street,

but now what if that beat was a tango?

 

They’d shimmy and slide to a rhythm so hip,

while lookin’ so cool the kids wouldn’t give lip;

watch out for the sergeant and give him the slip,

because he’d want to switch to fand...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Car Crash | Beached | Conversation With My Nine-Year-Old Self |

Waiting to Fly

Waiting to fly

 

People run to terminals

As best as they can —while dragging heavy bags

Others sleep

Or are zoned in to their screens and books

Like robots

 

Elevator music playing

Passengers in waiting— tiredly window shopping 

With no clear intent or interest

What time is it?

Doesn’t matter—you are in another country anyway

Hungry?

Not sure

So you buy...

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Also by Rasa Kabaila:

Put me on the kitchen counter—please! | Forever Blue | Finding My Way |

Farra Thin Thot

Farra thin thot

Feera thin thet

What is it I'm trying to say

Fairer than thit

Feerer thon thet

Mi tongue's in a twister today

 

Firra thin thot

Firra thin thet

I'm talking like a twat

Farra thin thit

Farra thin thot

I can't say .....fairer than that

 

 

 

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Also by kJ Walker:

Coal Ash Maisey | Spelunking the Banana Caves | To Ride Jock's Bloody Bull |

HELPER SKELTER

So you want to go it alone

Asking for help is just not right

Please consider before you abandoned any assistance

Even a shadow needs a light

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Also by Joe Marcello:

OPEN FLY | WING AND A PRAYER |

Come and See

Come and See

 

Then there was a faint light

A glimmer of hope in a vault of cloud

No brightness was emitted

Not even shadows could be formed

It seemed to remain still, unmovable

I pondered on its presence

Did it signify new hope or a beginning?

It would not go away

My attention was transfixed

A gradual movement dispersed the remaining darkness

I saw the sun in i...

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Also by keith jeffries:

I never cried | The Good Old Days | A Smile |

Someday

I start my day the same way I end it 
Outside
Reflecting and preparing
I believe when a day begins it is a chance to start fresh with a new perspective 
I am struggling, overwhelmed by the chaos we accept to live in our lives, it hurts. 
With every sip of coffee I believed that today would be the day I change my own shitty circumstances. 
Unfortunately, it seems that it was only the caffeine...

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giving up

Can you hear it?

Listen carefully now

Pay attention as the neck snaps

Before you snap and lose it.

Do you hear it slit?

Before you split,

To your misery.

 

Enjoy your seconds of misery

Joy will find you in mystery.

It's all scenery and gore in your head.

Hearts heavy you don't rest.

You wanna die not by your hand,

They won't blame you if you die.

 

List...

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Also by JustKelvinMasilela:

when I was still happy | dark world | Sadness | Path |

suicidal thoughts

TRICKS THAT PEOPLE PLAY

I'm sorry, I nearly remembered your name,

no-one's to blame for that,

but a face i'll never forget

I couldn't recall the place we met

but perhaps it was the same for you. 

 

We'll never know of course,

such is the way of meeting

and a few words will let us off the hook

but still, behind that blameless look - 

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Also by ray pool:

FUNCTION BAND | I'M THE GUY |

Lilith First Wife to Adam

Lilith

 

Lilith, first wife to Adam. She refused to be submissive to Adam, God or his Angels.

 

She chose to live freely. She was turned into a Demon for disobeying God.

 

Known as stealers of Babies and seducers of single Men.

 

Many talismans bearing the names of the Three Angels who tried to force Lilith to return to The Garden of Eden have been found. This is to ward he...

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LilithPagenWorship

ANOTHER LAFFER RIDE!

As expected it's going downhill,

the imaginary ride which I was on,

it made me fantasize for sometime,

that I have reached a deepdown zone.

But it was same as earlier,

the jaunty ride which started with praise,

which once reached an apex climate,

and now it moved to falling phase.

It is like an incessant chain,

tulips after orchids and that after lily,

or is this push...

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Also by MANISHA SAINI:

SAGITTARIUS' NIGHTMARE. | CRACKS IN HARDROCK! | ICEQUEEN OF BARENTS SEA. | AND THE FALCON FLED AWAY! |

Dead Hughes

I'll love you until Shakespeare's irrelevant.

I'll love you until Chaucer don't matter.

I'll love you till Silvia climbs from her grave,

and serves me Teddy Boy's head on a platter.

 

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Also by Ferris Ty Taylor:

Reflections and Extrospection |

LAWLESS

A life without rules
No teachers No schools
I actually can't imagine  how that feels
No authorities ..difficult to picture
No leaders
No scripture
No currency
Living free
No morals..No flaws Flawless
No rules..No Laws..Lawless

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

ARTHUR | CERTIFIED | POSSESS | THRONE | SIGNATURE |

Lawlessrulesauthority

Matrimonial Courses - Pre and Post

Forced furiously to undergo a Pre Matrimonial Course

by both Priest and gorgeous harridan intended,

(otherwise the knot remained  undone).

Feeling indignant, resentful and slightly put upon,

the 'married' to him less important than her 'moneyed'.

Honeymoon period over, he grabbed the chance

to take a Post Matrimonial Refresher Course

to avoid early nuptial burnout and collapse...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Ebb Tide Only |

Cold winter night

And on a lonely seat in a cold winter night where it all began. Yearning for what once was, but not still and never again.

Was it hope bewitching my mind. Thinking all ache has passed. Or was it true serenity that was too rare to last.

In the dark of night my mind wanders free. Seeking a relief beyond my reach.

Then the day comes and it's darker still. Though the sun shines bright, my sun...

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losslonlinesswinter

That Kind of Love

It was the kind of love

You read in books or see in movies.

The kind that makes your heart flutter.

 

It was the kind of happiness

That makes you giddy and act silly,

Can’t stop smiling when you see each other.

 

It was the kind of kiss

That makes your lips tremble and your knees weak

And now you know how it feels to be thoroughly kissed.

 

It was the kind of to...

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Toxic Affection

Pain coiled

In the red cords of love

Cause a sweet-toxic flow of passion

That pierces the souls of the fateful

Birthing a horrid abomination.

 

 

Adoring a beautiful ensemble

It comes to those who seek

An emotion that is nearing extinction.

Promising a blissful existence

 

 

It illuminates a trail

Feeding on the vitality of those who walk 

Leaving a car...

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Also by Blue Raven:

Sanity. |

Mandarin

I love, many things.

I love Mandarins,

And Pagolins,

And Emperors.

But what’s a Mandarin?

Just a duck you say?

Well you’re right

An Emperor's a penguin

And a Pagolin's a Pagolin

But to me it’s not just a duck 

It’s a Mandarin.

You don’t have to look to see all the world's Mandarins

They come and they leave with you just looking at them

Noticing nothing

I s...

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krabmandarin

The missing

Good to see you again young man, tell me have you made better choices?

 

Are you still stuck struggling young man, have you sucome to the voices?

 

You can be forgiven for the sins you did commit,

 

put it all down to the personality split, 

 

God won't judge you, you used to say he loved you, loved us all,

 

you should have been safe in this knowledge but no not at a...

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Death, Sex and Violence

 

To put it in the Title

to me seems Sadly Vital

 

You have to Grab Attention

with Poetic based Invention

 

The Masses just want Action

to give them Satisfaction

 

It’s Bloody Death and Sorrow

that’ll bring them back Tomorrow

 

When its Culture that you’re after

turn to Shakespeare, Blake or Kafka

 

The Best of us are Dead

Unmarked, Un-missed, Unr...

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Also by Crimaldi:

Flatbed |

How To Think About This

Watching

bodies trampled

at the gates to another life,

all the screaming,

sobbing 

and scared eyes

of children clinging 

to their parents legs,

while I lay here in

the quiet of a weekend afternoon,

the coffee cup 

cooling on my chest,

my child nearby

watching the television,

something about

super hero dogs,

my heart aches

as if running low

of w...

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Also by Tom Harding:

Desert Island |

The Divided Nations


As the earthquake shakes the nation of Haiti, 

 

Afghanistan’s president flees the country for his own safety.

 

Palestine still in need of freeing from the oppressive regime of the Israelis,

 

Whilst Yemen starves and the death toll rises daily, 

 

Indian farmers continue their protests and fight for their rights bravely.

 

 

The Democratic Republic ...

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Also by Your Royal Poetess:

友人 (Yūjin) |

Global crisisHeal the world

Candlestick, October 17th 1981

We arrived at five a.m.

thinking this was early enough

for great seats close to the stage - wrong!

The tents and campsites had been there for days

 

A tower of empty bottles over our heads, whisky, vodka, tequila,

and all the other varieties you could possibly imagine – no bottles allowed

Having delivered their liquid feelings of euphoria

they were piled high at the entr...

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Also by Mike McPeek:

Evening Walk |

Meandering

The clock is ticking

Faster as it can 

There's no time to waste 

When there's much work at hand

 

 

The hour glass slips the sand

The dunes of time shifting swiftly as best it can

Moments slipping off our hands 

Hoping to achieve all that I best simply can

 

The tides are turning to and fro

Ebbs or lowest low, the life flows

How much can we make when waves ro...

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Also by Ghazala lari:

Blissfully dormant | Being orphan | Little bits of this and those | One more time | Breathing anew |

Losing battles

You and I are the same,

Just like him and her,

Soilders in the battlefield,

Facing challenges and fear.

 

Stock up the arsenal,

Build you defences,

We sometimes reach for help,

Building gates and fences.

 

The fight goes on,

Non stop and unrelenting,

Demons, monsters and evil,

Outside and inside the ring.

 

The dream pushes us on,

Our motivation, our...

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You And Me L.S.D.

What humanity needs is to take some acid,

Take a tab kick back and get blasted,

There's more to this world than what our eyes can see,

The first time I took acid it truly set me free,

I had never in my life experienced joy like that before,

I have never been that happy in life I am sure,

Then I had a realization and tears poured down my face,

I didn't want to leave that blissf...

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acidacid tripDepressionl.s.d.l.s.d. tripmanic depressionmental freedommental therapysuicidal thoughts

Courage to Speak

I’ve finally plucked up the courage to speak,

to allow myself to stand up with the freaks

I’ve been sitting in my bedroom for too long

Waiting for the life i want to come along

 

Wondering if I am under control or lost

Thinking that I’d be better off dead, toast

Unsure how to be a mother to my child

As I’m always hankering for the WILD

 

I don’t mean just in terms of ...

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Speak outcouragelifedeathMothers Love

Another day

Another day more,

Should be enough

But why it does not feel like that.

Express what do you feel,

the psychoanalyst told me

but why sound so frivolous if I say it loud.

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Lion's Pride


A biting chill creeps in as the warm day transforms to night
The drear of the now ensues regardless of the king's might
Reluctance for this shift as his eyes struggle to adjust
Hunger and solitude instills, to pursue a new life he must
Unfortunately estranged from his cubs, quarters, and place of repose
Yearning for contentment and bliss, the lion's belly-fire grows
Now rogue and in bizarr...

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They shoot poets, don’t they? (For the poet Abdullah Atefi killed by the Taliban, and those left in fear)

He never thought he’d be killed

By words

That freely come to your mind

 

Took for granted

That his thoughts could run free,

Across the city

Climb up mountains

And settle on the land

 

Then one night…

He was dragged out of his bed

And shot in the head

 

Because the stench of death

Has run riot in the streets

The Taliban snuffing out

Anyone...

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Doing your duty

The battle-scarred city walls look on as we march in memory of those killed
by the soldiers who wore the iconic red beret.

But now, the heroes of Arnhem and Pegasus Bridge,
forerunners of these modern-day paratroopers, are stirring in their graves,
at the claim that the killers in British uniforms were only ‘Doing their duty.’

They rise up and march in unison with the souls of
Jack Duddy...

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Also by Kevin Vose:

A country walk |

The Story Continues (Another Flower Gone pt. II)

The story continues

 

I could not let the flower alone

As' oft my folly

I decided to stay

And keep it company

And bask in it beauty

Until the day

That I could lay claim

To the beautiful dame

 

But from afar it had to be

For the flower was far from my home

And to transplant such a creature is beyond my skill

And I cannot transplant myself still

So from a...

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THE SONGS WERE GOOD

 

 

THE SONGS WERE GOOD

(For Les McKeown - Bay City Roller)

 

There's not much in Wiki

Just the basics

Edinburgh born of Irish parents

Lead singer of the Bay City Rollers

During their most successful period

The hits and money made

The disputes and addictions

That go with the territory

Stuff like that

 

In 1974 we looked up

As the band waved

From ...

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David SubacchiPerformance Poets

What is Life?

Is it to wake up every single day,
Jostle to make your place,
make your own identity,
leave a mark your own,
in this world?
The world of possessions;
The world of judgments.
Or standing up to everyone's expectations,
Running in a never-ending race,
with cutthroat competition,
and not living and being who you truly are?

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Also by Krishna:

The Magnificent Thing | I'm a BULL | Those days | Masks |

Dancing

I am dancing alone

Around silence

The rushing beats of my heart

The only noise matching the steps of my feet along

My feet are cold

It must be the marble floor, 

numb cold

Despite the hours, my feet have clung on

Oh! It must be my soul,

dead long ago 

I am still dancing alone, 

continuous

The cruel mirror in front of me 

Standing and showing me the tears 

...

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The Plant of Liberty

The Plant of Liberty

Ujjal Mandal, India


A man wading through blood
holding the plant of enfranchisement.
It is none but an Indian fighter and
we are all overshadowed by
the tree unchained today.

 

[This is based on 75th Independence Day of India. ©]

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Fear

Thousand words, thousand thoughts, thousand screams in mind..
All asking to forget the past and pushing to a better ride..
What happened was just a bad time and was destined..
To let it go is all I want but Still not able to unwind..
What is this fear resurrected deep inside..
All I want is smile without fear but its haunting me as my eyes gets wide..
Should I feel this way or something else...

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fears

Crumbs

Whenever that gray light with the blue mood

Poured through my window,

We were never blue, but only sometimes

Tucked up under each other like colorblind fools,

Sweet laughter on our lips came and went

Dancing up into the air currents 

To be shredded to pieces by the blades of my ceiling fan.

We always tried picking up the pieces

With fingers buttered up like pastries

Leav...

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Also by M3RK:

Symbiosis | The Dancing Dead and Dead Again | War's End |

Finally be free

My anxieties exhaust me,

I can’t feed them any more,

Maybe for once I’ll let fate decide,

What my life might have In store.

 

Tired of living two chapters ahead,

Predicting the future somehow,

Never truly living in the moment,

For the right here, for the right now.

 

So what if I decided,

To no longer be this way,

To enjoy every minute,

To the fullest live ea...

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Behind the Mask

While viewing a black man I see more than just his mask

I see damage strain and the wounds of his reality

Envisioning their endured generational adversity

Depicting the torment, flesh torn and mental agnony

Visualizing present time then reversing to slavery

Desecrating the black mans strength, demanding an end to his legacy

Weeping from the tales of abuse cascaded by the Man 

...

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Also by Bria Roberson-Gresham:

Already on my page for a quick show case but its called: Hello |

YOU AND ME

You and Me...
Me and You...
We were meant to be..
We may not take vows ...
But we are forever in each other's nows...
We met at crossroads of our lives...
Now bound together till end of time...
We are as we are with each other...
We love despite our flaws...
Bound by no laws but love, respect and laughter...
So you and me and me and you...
We are two and yet one

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Also by Shrawani Sen:

Our Moon |

Hollow tree

The tree that carries many memories of the act of love faith and sacrifices through the blood that will cleanse the ground of the tree and its memories of the thing that has past

The tree that surrounds them are few but many cost at a great burden of wisdom guidance through a test of faith through the trial of strength through the heart mind body and soul

Many may hide many may run many may ...

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Also by Coaghlin broic:

The hollow man | The 7 Valley | The trials |

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I'm Only Physically Here.

I'm trying to find serotonin 
In bodies and whiskey oceans 

Floating above water isn't working
Fighting the gravity, so here's to hoping 

I don’t feel right unless I'm wrong
I told you this all along 

It's like there's a switch that flipped
No longer writing my own script

Can you tell me why you're still here
Why you haven't disappeared 

I know I'm always next to you
(But) I'm...

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Who cares

Anxiety. hopes, dreams

Everywhere else I'd rather be, because everywhere else only exist in my mind

my mind whispers and leads and tells me what to believe

for the better or worse, my mind deceives me

my mind lives in reality but takes and leaves whatever it wants from make belief and fantasy

nobody can tell my mind what to believe, not even me

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Also by Hobo.obo:

Rose queen’s orders | Weary knees |

Patterdale Worship

Patterdale Worship

 

Speed, stamina, bravery, comaraderie and strength,

And for me a human, Olly will go to any length.

A tough  and sturdy terrier without a flaw,

Smart, strong and  loyal with a powerful jaw.

 

Energetic, courageous, devoted and fast,

Happy, grateful, obedient, long may he last.

Loves running off the lead to sniff, excrete and play,

Exercising with O...

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Also by hugh:

Finding Hope |

The Indignity of Growing Old

I don’t mind getting old

Really

After all

I’ve put the years in

Its just the indignity of growing old

 

All those years gone by

Getting married

And having children

Not that I see them much

But those memories are worth their weight in gold

But memories can slip away

That’s the indignity of growing old

 

I didn’t really know

What old age would be like

...

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OH TO BE WINGED

OH TO BE WINGED                                                                         

 

Sometimes it’s time for the wonderful wind,

even the lightest breeze, to just quieten down,

do as it’s told, blow somewhere over there,

there in the background, and let other

voices be bold, be heard, be stirred up

enough to stake a claim on my attention.

Today is such a day, in fac...

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Finding your feet

The ups the downs and inbetweens

All started from my  early teens.

The life I've lived is a story to tell

Some so beautiful and some felt like hell.

 

I do not dwell on my hell 

Instead I admire my feet.

 

Optimistic and persistent

I stride with pride

in the knowing' I'm growing

No pain showing 

My real strength glowing.

 

To bury both parents before thirt...

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Sometomes

sometimes I just want to write and die

go away not die by leave cleanly to some cave system

sometimes I want to kill very person on this planet 

and yet I love every sentient being on the universe

Sometimes I a tell joke that make the mind dark

and gets me kicked out of parties barely in once piece other times I fell guilty about stepping on an ant

ometimes I see the other side's...

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Also by Seth:

Crowd of Thorns | The Grinding Day Starts With The Heart's Spark |

A New Day

The bleached bones of burned out homes lay smouldered ‘neath a crimson sky,
While all around the choking fumes claw the backs of throats,
And those safely on boats can only look back and ask, “Why,”
While, “Anchors,” do their piece to camera and journalists take notes,
And tears are shed for loved ones who didn’t make it out,
And heavy sighs lament the skies that cloak the smoking lands,
Tig...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Turning The Page |

England, low tide

All the fuckin’ country 

is tense about some dead duck football game

tonight at 8 pm (or so I’m told).

The sea it slinked away but turned again

and stealthily manoeuvres to reclaim 

the mudflats populated by the clumsy

clumps of seals. They loiter, lolled 

 

like slack balloons, like lard

collapsing down to chip fat on the hob.

But we, we sit up straight: our sofa, st...

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August 2021 Collage Poem Reversed: Drowning in Time

Throwing in with grimmest grim.
Vegan Jim goes to Vegan gyms
Drowning in time three oak trees fall onto the bikeshed
Hope resurfaces like a periscope.

October skyscape number one pixelated from his old Wiki edition.
The devil grins to the Grim Reaper – do you want fries with that?

Parnoid haiku drowns in time rewriting the grim award
Chased away by angry geese
A furnace of hot stars po...

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Also by Stockport WoL:

August 2021 Collage Poem: Drowning in Time |

Orison

 

Three days later,

we bought a Newton's cradle.

Put it on the table, and heartsick,

tried to click click click our way out of it.                 

But there's six strings missing,

a great big grin,

and a legendary faux fur coat.

 

There are two types of energy:

potential and kinetic.

One is energetic, inhabiting space.

One anticipates

velocity, force.

...

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Also by Laura Taylor:

Origin |

Mercy

I am just an image of time
Lost in the shadows of my mind
Goodman does not have rules
I live my life by so many

I'm not the good guy in the story
I am not a villain ether
I am flawed with every step I make
From a life of abuse, I learned kindness

Humanity is a fleeting color
Death is always certain
My soul is old and I've walked these aisles for years
This life does not need love it...

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Years to realize

I dont know her.

But I bet I'm everything she isn't 

Loyal and with self control in my body 

The possibility of a woman to go home safe too at the end of the day 

And a woman who worships God above you 

So, you go after all your women and pull their hair and choke them. Have sex like mad.
But I know something you don't.
The idea of what it means to establish a soul tie with someon...

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If it is

Dream tends to realize

If it is purposeful,

Flower tends to be pollinated

If it is honey-rich.

 

 

 

Land tends to be fertile

If it is irrigated,

Water tends to mirror

If it is translucent.

 

Song tends to be soothing

If it is melodious,

Script tends to be compelling

If it is story-lined.

 

Air tends to be breathable

If it is oxygenated,

Nig...

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life's reflectionlovedreams

Defeat

The constant dripping of rain on the ground,
creating a mesmerizing but monotone sound.

Every small drop exploding on my skin,
the sky's tears washing off my sin.

Carmine streams floating down my pointing digit,
cleansing my skin from traces so rigid.

My head arching back into my neck with a whimper,
my red dyed lips curling into a smile that's simper.

The nocturnal blade slipping ...

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Ours from within

Its ours from within.

 

Some animals fight to the death while some run away if the other one wins. We on the other hand stand to prove something rather than lose, we choose it is ours from within.

Sit in the dark in silence alone but first you switch off the phone. Breathing in time to a rhythm you find you get your head into the zone. Cut yourself off from the meaningless froth spurting ...

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The General Public

What are all the general public like?
Do they care and are they kind?
Do they think about themselves,
Or have they others on their mind?

Are they going to their work,
Or are they looking round the shops?
Are they travelling by foot or by car,
Or do they get on and off bus stops?

Do they really feel happy?
Or are they secretly afraid?
Do they like being outside,
Or wish at home is wh...

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The Q Man

The Q Man

The Q Man was somebody who was different

He travelled the galaxies and universe doing a job

Flying a Type 6 spaceship interstellar style

Normal space travel took forever and a day

But his ship was a souped one off

With engine and fuel enhancements

Zipping from world to world to work

He lands in a remote place and hides

His pointed ship from observers or spies

...

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THEY

As dark as the night

This is how their eyes look like.

They told me once

Sad eyes are coal black.

From crime to punishment

They got used to travelling

Hand in hand with the act of crying.

As deep as the sea

This is how they look at the pain.

Just like the drops of the rain

This is how they shed tears

Behind the bars.

No need to use fancy words

To tell the sto...

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Portal

Barely a arms throw away
from where you walked
the lights holds it own
to the darkness
leading to another world

oiling over the distance
like a door nailed open
at the edge of the forest
blowing a soft tease of a kiss
at the edge of your thoughts

peeling the darkness from behind
in a beauty in near silence
cherry-picking the moment
leading a different way out
to the way you enter...

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Fish made of charcoal

It's a hard thing when they want to skyline you
The ones you were meant to trust
Told to trust
They burnt you just for the fun of it
Scraped your down to a skin
Some lobotomized form of the former self
All the wealth in the world couldn't change it
Maybe that is the explanation for my derangement
Estrangement from reality, duality of sanity
The man in me says I need to do better
But I to...

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Criminals

 

 

The red light

And its stunning sight

Remind me of

Our lips when they fight

The blue blaze

As the siren plays

Reminds me of

Your eyes and their gaze

I didn’t care that I

Was being arrested

I don’t even fear to die

If my love gets contested

Because my love is real

Even if it is a crime

Being guilty isn’t a deal

To love is, this time

 

In a...

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LGBTlove poetry

Freedom of a Certain Kind

Was it a golden age

of freedom of a certain kind

and were we then the lucky ones

the unchained, in my terms?

The next utopia may be rich and sweet

a virtual paradise perhaps

and honeycombed with images but

from which there is no escape

no vantage point

or cold light of day.

 

From restless souls are we come

from buccaneers with fast boats

their oak planks...

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Also by Graham Cunningham:

Potter Heigham Bridge | Will The Storm Ever Pass | I Wonder What They Pray For | What's a Mystery? |

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Great Grandpa Ray "Grace"Jackson

I remember my Great Grandpa Jackson well,
He was my absolute favorite, tongue would tell,
My Great Grandma called him Ray. 
“Ray Jackson,” she’d say 
and we’d all look his way 
to see what kind of mischief, he’d gotten into today. 
He was the one adult in my early young life,
Who’d talk to us like we were just regular folks.
He’d fought in the Big War, but told silly jokes,
and laughed li...

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love poems

Another Cheery Lockdown Poem...

Another cheery poem

I hear the rain patter on my window pane

As lockdown looms again I feel pain

When will the sun from clouds emerge again?

This world has changed, gone quite insane

Problems of the past seem small and tame

We writhe and shake, against each deadly strain

Stay in, save lives, the never ending refrain.

 

And as we face another day alone at home

I sit at...

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Also by mike booth:

Scroll On... | Last Orders |

For Sale (a poem for children)

recently arrived on the market

snug, cosy cottage in the woods

fully wolf proofed

some original bear carved features

handy access to local woodcutting service

open hearth for convenient cauldron cooking

would suit grandma or possibly witch

 

tower apartment

fantastic views across whole kingdom

recently vacated by princess due to rescue

very secure castle location w...

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Also by Neil West:

Berite was a bee (a poem for children) | Time Travellin' Blues (a poem for children) | Oblivia (a poem for children) | Neil's Glorious Meals (a poem for children) | When Brian Came to Grotsville (a poem for children) |

First Love

I saw every happiness in your eyes
I wonder what was in your eyes that I blossomed
I was feeling strange
There was a different glow on my face
Thought I'd tell someone
But I don't know what was that feeling
who were you could not forget
Couldn't sleep at night even after trying hard
Surrounded by questions, confusion could not solve the mind
was looking for your eyes
where I saw you befo...

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A Cruise Ship State of Mind

Rapper searching for work on board a cruise ship I sign up to entertainment agents and wait for job opportunities to perform.

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, bros, it's time.
It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin).
Straight out the loud dungeons of rap.

The light drops deep as does my singer.
I never sing, 'cause to sing is the captain of swinger.
Beyond the walls of singers, life is defined.
I think of...

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If you’re reading this…

If you’re reading this

I’ve so much more to say

We’ve only gotten started

Along this precious way.

 

Stumbling at times

Often falling short

Terribly uncertain 

Not knowing what’s in store.

 

Wishing that your fingers

Would reach out and pull mine in

Wishing that your lips

Would savour my sweet skin. 

 

Next to you is where

My heart can take a rest

...

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Also by Donna R. Hedges:

The Moon in Reply |

Change The Narrow Thinking

Welcome to the twenty-first century

Let’s make this poem into a good memory

I have plenty of motivation and energy

The narrow thinking needs to alter, come and follow me

Stop with the forced marriages

Sending your daughters in beautiful carriages

Without asking for their consent

Coercing them to smile throughout the event

Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual or Queer

There is no need ...

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Selfishness

Teaming of cold angles,

Yellow in its breaming,

Dying early at night.

 

Guttered rat,

Which teals the ground,

Broken edges at the banquet.

 

Hollowing the precious thin,

A serpentine tincture of handy men,

Because a stream struck a chord within.

 

Beneath a creep,

The kingdom come,

Rotting hearts of deathly grace.

 

It streaks the blue,

A red in l...

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