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A Sunflower In A Winter's Field

 

...and under a starry, starry night

As passion became his pain

The artistry of a creative life

Extinguished like a flame 

 

Infinite strokes of colourful hue

Brushed out to a pallette of gray

A sunflower in a winter's field

Amidst the cold decay 

 

Starlight swirled & flowers bloomed

Pigments, of intimate blend

Blew away upon a fragile wind

No colours. N...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

Compromise | Moonlight Sonata | Something From Hell! | One's Crap & PisStory | Prelude to a working day | A Single Tear | Your Protector | A Beautiful, Dreamy Poetry Day, MASSACRE! |

PLAy. Liszt ( in order of PLaaaaay) !

Emerald, are you my War Baby, Or are you my Slave to Love I watch the Sunset, with Only a Song , or is it a Great Gig In The Sky, I’m Chasing Cars Under A Bridge with Wild Horses at my side, You are a Hollywood Woman,  if I am an Outsider   Here is Space , I’m Going to California, With a Black Swan,, But How Long Has This Been Going On? Just Give Me Little More Time B...

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Also by Edbreathe:

sTOrm | gUArd- Aeons | The table | riV eR of ObLiviiion | Re flex shun | Chinewrde | sPIT fiRe |

I've Seen Miracles

I’ve seen miracles happen before my eyes,

witnessed empty souls become human again.

More than human, I’ve seen them struggle

and fight against an invisible,

yet all-consuming, foe. One who is

dark, deceptive, relentless and cruel.

 

I’ve watched them grow with a determination,

grace and humility unknown to the masses.

They have found new depths of consciousness

and un...

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addictionrecovery

Bad Poetry

Bad Poetry

My name is Caleb Gorey

The narrative is

My brain is a literary Rubik’s Cube and not even I can solve it

 

The network of my nerves are syntactic

And my blood vessels are but a poem

Clotted with cells of writer’s block

Because my heart is deprived of the right words to gift  my mouth

And my liver faults again and its screaming

“You can’t have it!”

 

I...

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Also by Caleb Gorey:

Endplace | Red Granite | Schoolyard Vandal | A Dim Afterparty | Respect Women, He Said | Make Mama Cry | Agadonon's Stead | Hazel Valley Fever | Philodendron |

Worry stressA kind of weird dream type thing of a poemsleep

JUSTICE AND THE LAW - A DIVERGENCE?

NOTE:  Thr following was written prior to the report that Sarah Everard's murderer received a whole-life

term.  My idea of proper retribution/justice...IF it stands.

Some thoughts on a social aberration that continues to haunt society.

Every generation faces the same old conumdrum: how to control the human predators that seek to prey

upon the innocent and vulnerable.  Today, we like to...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

RAGE | LAST POST - a re-post! | SICK | IN THE WIND | "A" PLUS AND "A" MINUS | MAUDLIN DAWDLING |

The Sun

 

The Sun and I
get up at the same time
if he is not up yet
I wait for him
we are buddies
and hang out together before
all the others get out of bed
he is such a beautiful Sun
all shimmering and orange
and we enjoy each others company
as we start the day together
it's a shame
he had to leave so soon
but he had to go to work.
 
 
 

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Also by d.knape:

Wait Time | UGLY | Small Things | Cumbre Vieja | This Is Not Who We Are | Deer In The Headlights | Leaving Home | Brevity | Sittin' & Watchin' | Trails | Cat & Mouse | Hat In Hand | Itch | Possession Of Poetry | Morning | Moments & Moons | Basset Hounds | His & Hers | Before Our Very Eyes | A Chair | Our Agents Are Currently Busy | Exercise | Dementia | Moonlight | Parker | September | E.R. |

I live like this

as a kid I always pretended 

to escape any situation 

 

attacks from monsters 

sudden impacts, super-villianesses 

 

now that I’m grown I’ve never known 

clean escapes without consequences

 

dragging my body through a zone 

lit by memories and burning questions 

 

situations, complications 

degrees of humiiation

 

strength of weapons, nerve damage

he...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

onset of depression in 21st century adolescents | Another Multiverse | Well Done | The Partial Object | Minutiae | Forever Chemicals | Promotion | “Stubborn” in eleven languages (by order of need) |

The Hard Moment

The Hard Moment

 

Woe to the heart that finds herself here.  Woe to her.

Woe to her breath that has been yanked from her chest

Woe to the scraping agony of fear.

 

Woe to her who falls prostrate on the floor.  

Her heart beats slow black as a crow

And she scratches to find the door

 

Woe to her who looks up to seek hope.  

She drenches her skirt with tears and dirt

...

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Golf Game

This was his plan: imitating their dance,

Massaging their myths, storming, by surprise,

Their sand trap of conspiracies and lies;

To step on, by default, the greatest stage

Which life or spite could plausibly advance.

Lost in their bazaar, his slight repertoire

Propelled him to a failure by slow rage,

Though in the end he rallied to make par

And saved what could be traded a...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

Elvis Presley Boulevard 1994 | Cry | Exam Question | Less obvious | Johnny Bang-Bang | Beethoven | The Peppers | Old Writer |

The Library of Silence

The Library of Silence

 

I lived in a silent library full of no books

it was a hollow echo chamber of nothingness

The shelves were bare and covered with dust

few visitors bothered to enter as there was no reason

 

Learning was basic as it depended on spoken words

only one's memory was able to retain and store

Conversation and dialogue were certainly not encouraged

oft...

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Also by keith jeffries:

An Autumnal Stepping Stone | Overwhelmed | An Open Prison |

Why

There are some people living among us,

Most of the time they’re rich with higher ranks

And looking down to everybody as

They think themselves superior to all.

 

When seeing that they have all they would need

And even more while others strive to live

Is giving them a pleasure they enjoy

And make them feel accomplished their lives.

 

So many times they’re doing harm aro...

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life

If They're Good So Are You

28.09.21

It gets better, 

a friend once said

You’re not a bad person 

Shouldn’t wish you were dead 

 

Everyone is their own worst critic, 

He said to me 

And when he needs an ear, 

I listen intently 

 

We swap stories, 

One back and one forth 

Lighten the load, 

Keep each other on course

 

When friends are down 

I feel it too

When people are sa...

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Also by Lauren O'Donoghue:

The Boy Who Never Wanted To Grow Up |

sadgriefmental healthconfidenceinner demonsSelf-esteemdepression

'Sir Roger'


 

'Knighted' by the Kop, no need of sword.
My boyhood hero, with every goal scored.
On my red jersey, I wore the number 8.
A record maker, a legend, an all time great.
He helped achieve Bill Shankly's dream.
Part of Ramsey's World Cup winning team.
On and off the pitch, a well deserved 'Sir'
Struck a thunderous shot through the air.
One of the greatest players we'll ever see.
Still m...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

The Sunlit Yard |

Verdict

A halo of Furies, 

diligent as fruit flies, 

to adorn a head full

of doubts and regrets, 

as judge, jury, and

executioner all decide

your fate in a mêlée,

the verdict to be 

delivered in the middle

of a Sphinx-like riddle. 

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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

Wondering... | Phototropism | Sunset | Wishing Well | Conclave | Phonograph | Reprised | Timelines | Cityscape |

Orpheus And Eurydice

 

Into gloom, and uncertain footing,
place of dead-ends and torturous descent;
into this airless, soulless surrounding
goes one to meet his love, and sing again.

These dim-lit cold-grey rocks always lead down
but this hopeful wills his lover ascend,
or rather the lover spurs him upward
for man and muse each so comprehend.

(You should know that when the lovers emerge
into the blindi...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Playing On The Seashore | In A Cathedral! | This Borrowed Time | come over the stream | The Grandmaster Comments | Apocalypse Now | The First Word Is The Deepest |

Final Solution

“Today, I think that if for no other reason than that an Auschwitz existed, no one in our age should speak of Providence.” Primo Levi, Shoah

     

 

 

The Unwritten predominates, 
The times of wonder gone,
We hold on - the wise women drugged,
Whipped, into submission.
Forensic psychology reveals traces
Of long-forgotten haunted faces;
Which, much like Munch's lurid, silent scream...

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Also by John E Marks:

Linger | Wie prophetisch - Rainer Maria Rilke by John E Marks | Everywhere I turn | September | FIRST LIGHT | Sheer lunacy | Burnham Beeches, with Anna 1985 | A turn up for the book | Emptiness | WINTER IS COMING | The bridge of sighs | The smell of tar | PARALYTIC | Warmer than blood | The price of coal | A rose garden, at altitude, under occupation | SUBMISSION |

Holy Terror

Folding out your wings
and fastening them to the breeze
you stand firm upon the window sill
Instinctively, you turn from me
I feel the coolness of the air
and know that soon you’ll be
nothing but a poem
on some damp page I’ll tuck away
my eyes finally wiped dry

What is that holy terror 
beating at the heart of you?
You said you long to bind your essence
to the history of the world
b...

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artistsleavinglovers

ABUSERS - THE UNDEAD

We might whisper their names then pass them by

as in a graveyard;

the bite of fate is much too strong

and so often their victims return

to repeat the original crime. 

 

appearing plausible in every respect

yet inhabiting the soil that yields up

unclean intentions mostly hidden

from those as yet untainted. 

 

Step warily, for someone trusted may softly visit

on t...

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Also by ray pool:

RIPE FOR SPORT | FOR JIMMY | MEN IN SHIRTS |

Admitted?

Admitted?

There they go again at it like there’s no tomorrow

Maybe they know something we don’t

Listen to her shriek and scream while they fuck

And I hear their bed collapse as he jumps from the wardrobe

 

The crack of a bullwhip is there connecting to naked flesh

I pity but envy what they’re doing pleasure with pain

They’re both sharing a journey together while I’m alone

...

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Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:

The Big Boss | Different Days | Curry Crisps | Little Globe | war weapons haiku | Utterly Forgotten | Made In China |

sexmistressdesire

Transformation

I have been to hell

and back

I've seen the Devil

in human form

I've shut my eyes and mind

to horrors stained

upon my skin

But I keep them

in a pocket

Heavy as they may be

 

A warrior shall rise

Strip them from my grip

Hold them high for the 

World to see

Let them know the truth

in light

That warrior shall be me

 

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TEN WHEELS ON MY WAGON

Ten wheels on my wagon but it’s not rolling along

It’s full of fuel but life’s so cruel

This delivery was for BP

They’re not singing a happy song.

 

Ten wheels on my wagon; it’s parked up back at the plant

Well, what a surprise now prices rise

Of gasoline, as you’ve all seen

You’re not singing a happy song.

 

Ten wheels on my wagon but it’s not rolling along

You si...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE LITTLE MASTER | ALEXA | THE MUSICAL MUSCLE MAN | REFUGEES | STRESS | GARDEN OF LOVE (YOUR MOTHER'S SYCAMORE TREE) | THE LORD'S PRAYER |

Evening Routine

As I look around my comfortable prison,
I see my reflection in Sony’s single glass eye.
It’s dark and lifeless as he rests,
Waiting for his ward to point,
To burst into a technicolour song and dance
For the blank eyed audiences gormless pleasure.

I tense at the approaching vibrations,
The feline padding of tiny furred feet.
Rubbing against my legs, the vindictive threat
And intentions t...

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Also by Stuart Bright:

Stuck | Wind | Paper | Time |

homecatfavouritismpleasure

Light

 

Treading in the deep

Fighting the build up of lactic in your muscles

Pruned finger’s effortlessly moving thru the water

At this point

Every emotion's presenting itself

Downward like an avalanche

A rolling film of memories rushes over your cornea like a flip book

Light becoming dimmed

Plunging into darkness

Ones body succumbs to the singular thing that keeps us...

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Also by Cody Roach:

The game of chess | Animals | Serendipity | Sun Burn | Let us fly | From the dust |

Am I losing it

Am I losing it?

searches are scarier lately,

Trying to find a way out.

I couldn't had been more petty,

Been listening to the sound of crickets,

All I could remember are rickets in my life.

But what history has ever changed?

 

I feel like I have been here before,

Subtle signs at a young age,

Just the same page with a different number.

Can't tell the storyline perfec...

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Also by JustKelvinMasilela:

sleep doesn't matter | religion | am I lazy | phase don't last | hidden scars, unhealed wounds |

suicidal thoughts

The Ritz, Surbiton

I queued round the block to watch

The Young Ones, Summer Holiday,

getting in halfway through

or just before the end,

and sitting tight to watch

the whole film round again.

 

Then the programming changed.

The movies became X-rated,

and I was barred, reduced

to gazing longingly if sometimes puzzled

at the posters from my bus

on the way home from school.

 

Th...

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Also by Greg Freeman:

The age of wakefulness | The sands of time | London September 2021 | Shade | Sunrise |

21. Poem

The soft wispy clouds

Like white butter in air

Smoothly spread across

The flair, The flair

 

Black angels that glide

In a supersonic vibe

All marching together

In a flight, In a flight

 

Trees by the beach

They glide, they glide

To and from their motion

Rustling leaves too slow

 

Gentle wind that blows

Like softest Feathers o'er

Falling gently as ...

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Also by Sunshine:

19. Poem | 20. POEM | 18. Poem | 17. POEM | 16. Poem | 14. Poem | 14. POEM | 13. Poem | Thawing | 12. Poem | 11. Poem | 10. Poem | 9. Poem | 8. Poem | 7. Poem | 6. Poem | poem 5 | poem 5 |

Face to Face

from a broken past its pining

a voice never far from whining

for her there's no silver lining

 

still has long lists of her goodbyes

kept a record of all their lies

hot tears bubble in her red eyes

 

a rip in an embroidered sheet

dust under other peoples' feet

why couldn't life be safe and neat?

 

if only she'd learned better tricks

how to absorb life's bitte...

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Also by simon lucan:

Seaboard | Rump Steak | Minimalism | Eighty | Typos | Room For One More | Bleached Bland | Wanda | Layers | Blue Sheets |

face to faceagedoctormemoriestearsstair

But for words

But for words I wouldn’t be here now

But my pencil is blunt and broken

And the words I would have spoken

Have all fallen

Blown away on that first nervous gust

Of inward breath

Hiding and crying the verbs and adjectives

I had once proudly used

Now I stand naked and bereft

Of all that I have practiced and rehearsed

It seems that all that I had won

Is so ready to ...

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A collage of a few poems

Collage of a few poems 

Poem 1#

Dazzling night, our eyes sprinkled with the glowing freckles of the sky, our eyes are simply recipients of the floating lamps in the sky, sole survivors of the nightly lamp genocide 

 

Poem 2#

Running rivers

Must Return to mother, the sun beats it’s back, forcing the river to run, haunted tales of brethren being abducted by the rays, to be cleansed...

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Sabina Nessa R.I.P. Our gender violence epidemic is a disgrace !!

Five minutes from home Sabina Nessa walking in the dark,

Was savagely murdered by a complete stranger in a park.

Hidden under a pile of leaves discovered by a dog walker,

 Indiscriminately attacked  by an unknown  male stalker.

 

Women and girls deserve to feel safe at all times,

But are being subjected to an intensity of crimes.

Male violence is killing women and restricting ...

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Also by hugh:

Plastic surgery !! | Diarrhoea | Domestic abuse !! | Hair despair !! | 7000 steps a day could cut your risk of dying by 70 percent | Emma Raducanu , a fairy tale | The funding to create more G.P.'s and nurses is not enough !! | Ban assisted dying and keep us all alive |

Flag

Where red and yellow are

I'm there too

I carry them with me and in myself.

Stones from all countries

they are not worth as much as one Macedonian grain of sand.

Whenever you need it

following my flag

you will find my root.

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Also by Sanja Atanasovska:

Tango on uneven ground | in the glass garden | I drank your wine |

How To Choose A Good Plumber

How To Choose A Good Plumber

 

How can you choose a good plumber

And trust that he’s up to the task

When his ratings are five star.. and glowing

But he can’t screw the lid on his flask

 

So you’ve checked his reviews on his website

And you see that the guy’s “level headed”

But you notice the flask.. in the top of his bag

And you see that the cup’s on cross-threaded

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Also by kJ Walker:

Fred's Little Problem |

Jane's

You know what?

Jane’s Fashions hasn’t been a clothes shop for years,

But everyone ‘round here still calls it Jane’s

 

See,

Jane’s shop had a wall that was just right,

We’d sit there most nights

‘cause

Jane never turned off her lights.

 

We were here when the giant hailstones came,

And when it rained

Jane looked on. 

 

Now Jane’s long since gone

But the ...

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Also by dazzer:

Captains |

Evening Thoughts

It brings me comfort knowing we're sleeping under the same sky,

Gazing at the same moon,

Wishing upon the same stars. 

 

It makes me feel closer to you. 

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Also by Cara Redding:

Content | Roadside Wildflowers |

love poemlovedistanceromantic distance lovelong distancemoonstarsnature

Why me?

Why me?
Is the question of everyone around me.

Cursing the misfortune,
forgetting the blessings & hope.

It might be dark & cold today, 
But there will be sunshine another day. 

Just keep walking, 
cherishing the flowers on the path & birds singing. 

Smiling and nodding off
"Why me, why always me"? 
because it is not just about me. 

All poems are copyright of the originating au...

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My Ocean Dream

My Ocean Dream

 

Sometimes when life is rough

We cast our mind to a special place

A dream

Where things feel a little more wholesome— with a little less edge

 —and things are a little less tough

 

And this is where I go

 

Where the sand meets the sea

Where rugged rich formations— are cushioned by giant and lush tropical trees

The sky is blue— the sun smiles

An...

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Also by Rasa Kabaila:

My Sea Change | Dear Human from ‘The Cat’ | I choose now |

Not A Summer’s Day

A summer’s day ‘tis certain you are not.

Thy beauty is more stormy than serene,

and nothing calls my blood to run so hot

as when you fix those flashing eyes of green

 

upon mine own. And thus you pierce my heart,

to stir it in the tempest of thy gaze.

Not just a whim, no simple Cupid’s dart,

but certitude remaining all my days.

 

So nature’s course is changed by fickl...

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PASTEL SKY!

Spread across the mystic moonlight,

Once there was a flow,

Flushed with lush green fields,

Made my mind to blow.

And on the flow, there was a bridge,

Signature bridge is so called,

And the blowing breeze on my face,

Was inspiring me for my breath to hold.

Melody filled atmosphere,

And the fireflies filled sky,

And the out of the world company,

Who have become apple...

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Taking a break for a while

I know that I worry if I notice some people haven't posted for a while. So I am just letting those kind folk who leave likes and comments on my attempts know that I am taking a bit of time off WOL. Hopefully I will be back to annoy you all soon with my daily attempts. Jx 

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Also by julie callaghan:

Jobs For A September Day | Harvest Moon | Golden Sea Of Sunshine | A Weekday Walk Up Whernside | Misty Autumnal Morning | Red Kite | The Mythical Story Of Devil’s Bridge | 9/11 2021 | Hazy September Morning | Just Two Frolicking Rabbits | So Frustrating | Wild Swan | Rich Pickings (rewrite) | Rich Pickings | Late Summer, Early Morning | Busy Bumble Bee | Herdy | The First Of September |

When I met the summer sea (pretty words from picture books)

When I met the summer sea,

I was standing on the edge of nowhere.

It was a sort of seabird sense of humour,

when the world was new.

 

All was dripping in the sun.

Salty young silhouettes on old scars.

Sunflowers lifting faces to the sun

their divinity mirroring his.

A breath of wind,

which ripples the reflection of an usual sky.

 

I became accustomed to the ligh...

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Challenges

Life is full of challenges

Good, bad or even savages

Hard to deal with at times

Similar to wailing of chimes

 

Some trials are there to push

Helping you to come out of the bush

Making you realise your inner soul

One that maybe you could not control

 

Challenges can be a real surprise

Never imagined till you open your eyes

No need to back off or fear

Alone you...

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Also by Aisha Suleman:

Age |

The thought of how could you do this to me

I'm dying to be loved but I wasn't good enough

Another heart, another time

I just wish I could get it all back

 

You told me you would never hurt me like this

But you poison to my head

I'm one hand from falling from the edge

So don't take the last will I have to live

drop it all and let it just fade

 

I was so fucking happ...

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Also by Mikey V Kinsey:

(untitled) | (untitled) | 12 years |

Drown.

This room is dark and quiet 
My thoughts conversate with eachother
And In my lonely disposition I whisper to the shadows climbing up the wall 
No audible answer could be heard, only the short inhale and exhale of breath being released from my lungs. 
Now all my wounds are open
Bleeding out in the dark. 
Owned by overwhelming fear, I am in belief these insecurities will never subside 
Here w...

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Floating Leaf Haiku

Floating Leaf Haiku

A lone leaf floats down

Spiralling as it descends

Gliding onto earth

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Also by Brenda Wells:

Wilderness | Grey |

TRANSITION

Looking around the scenery bores me I can't lie

Almost as if the walls ignore me the paint won't dry

Too stubborn to settle..repairs go back to unrepaired 

Once prepared now unprepared 

Scared of change but now not scared 

Light bulbs pop  blown fuses 

Trying to compromise with the boiler 

But he refuses 

Doors on and off..conflict with hinges 

The freezer won't stop cry...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

PARAGLIDING |

Broken furniturehousetransitions

Tired of Waiting

It has been a while

Wind of change have yet to come

Will it ever come? 

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Also by Clive:

Argument with a Fool | When the Storm is Over | Stormy Day | Stuck in a Rut | Rainy Day | When Things Go Wrong | Time | Lost |

tiredimpatientchangehopewaitingpatience

Memory-great old days

Memory-Great old day

Monday,20th Sept 2021

 

We remember innocent days

street plays

barefoot running

and dance when raining all over

 

School days were really a golden period

when we avoided

hate and jealousy

and acted obediently

 

youth brought little seriousness

but face brightened

it gave the sense of responsibility

and little insight into humanit...

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Also by Jadia4708au:

Hard rock heart | Peaace gives you | Spark in relation | Dream high but | Love & Luck | Mighty but not unruly | Poetess-Sania zakir | For future generation | Life needs most-Friend |

jacia

#buyoutoflife

One sure way to kill any of our dreams

Spend our life just staring at screens

What we focus on makes our realities

Attention squarely centred upon banalities

Getting more likes with diligent persistence

As we take selfies for our unreal existence

Social media about as real as a fairy story

Selling a pretend life in all its faux glory

“I wish I had spent more time on my phon...

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inspirationspiritualgrowth

What ten thousands spoke

A sigh, a song and a lament

For those who here have lost

Those cherished, now gone

Those who never saw the silence

If isolation lift.

 

Who are they?

Who were they?

Who would they have been?

 

Tens of thousands left

Each a song a story and a voice

Now ash and memory

If together they could speak

Of injustice faced.

 

A tragedy of indecision

Awash w...

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Tell Me How

How do you keep what you never had

How do you put a chain around a heart

 

How do you mend what has been broken

How do you unsay what has been spoken

 

How do you live a life without regret

How do you erase what you can't forget

 

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PERFECT MOTHERHOOD

Perfect- A word that scares me because of the weight it carries

A word so complex, that people's perception of perfect varies.

Coz what is perfect for me, may be incorrect for some,

whereas their idea of perfect may look fearsome.

You know what's scarier- the term- PERFECT MOTHERHOOD

Why motherhood has to be perfect, I have never understood.

My love for my little one is perfect

...

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Amending the Edges

I don't know when the change came for me

It's not like a date you can mark on the calendar

With little still to prove to anyone,

the edges are worn now, smoother

 

The change, I think, came from living

and learning from all the mistakes and battles,

as well as a few skirmishes of the soul

I cherish all the ribbons awarded me,

secretly displayed on my heart

 

Now I ...

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Also by Mike McPeek:

Absence |

My First English Poem - The rite of passing away

THE RITE OF PASSING AWAY

The discalced priestess steps ahead, leans her feet on the waters of the sea

Feminine Christ she doesn't sink, under her, dozens of mortal remains

She stops, even time arrest its course towards the arcane future

Her cesium-colored vestment stops flutter

The sea has exhaled the last breath

The dance of passing away begins

May the sea keep their corpses,...

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death from the sea melancholy poem english

He is sleeping

That fucked up flag flying
Is a waste of cloth!
Lower it immediately, a blanket now!
There is a man sleeping on the street, a sheet of cardboard!
Give him this lie of a sheet,
To wake up warm!

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Also by sandbar:

Pearlsnaps | Melting lime |

Pieces of 8

With our rings

Of gold 

And our hearts

Of silver

And our lead boots

Waiting

To trudge 

Out to sea 

We pour through

The gaps

Spill through 

The fissures

Spitting and

Snarling

And bleeding

We glare 

At the pirates

As we shuffle

Forwards

To collect 

Our pieces of 

Eight 

And we punch 

Our drunkeness 

Into the faulty 

Machine 

...

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Transferable Skills (a poem for an internet "crush")


This gift is not made with the best
of all intentions.

I am not a good-natured
physician.

Unwilling to endure another "Hug," a 
word of encouragement, the kind baritone
presented in cut-off jeans

The slow light I hear when
I read your dreams

I drunkenly message you that I must
wrest my heart from its chest and beg you
to let me send it

Wrapped in brown paper.

This work i...

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Also by J.D. Andrew:

This Moment is Already as Lost as the Past |

Sancerre to Bordeaux

In the distance, a haze-bound bridesmaid comes into view, skipping in zig zag fashion scattering petals here and there, illuminating the path with fragrant, brightly coloured promises of what is to come.

The sprinkled tints, hints and hues flow through Spring sown green and yellow, until the river of fecundity overflows into fields, flesh, and bones.

A rampant, lustrous, lustful, late teenag...

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Also by Graham Parker and his musings:

A moment in time | Bells and Whistles | Green Grows the Grass |

My Best Friend

She was my best friend.

I loved her unconditionally.

I loved the way she spoke her mind,

The way she worded things.

The way she lied.

Oh how she loved to lie,

Twisting stories to keep me hooked.

She doesn’t know that I know about her lies.

She doesn’t need to.

As much as she’s hurt me,

I could never hurt her back.

I mean, I wouldn’t dare to.

She’s my best friend...

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Simply poetry

A River

 

A river runs gently caressing the sands, reaching out to touch the shore

her moods changing with every bend and turn, leaving you wanting more

as the wind blown tree's whisper their serenade to the purple sky

a dream of her dancing to the natural song occupies your inner eye

 

an innocent touch sends the heart screaming like the hawk that's free to glide

the sound...

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Also by Thomas Little wolf jr.:

Simply poetry |

A WOMEN'S SCORN

How do you fight the Taliban in Afghanistan

Only a few options to choose

I would have giving arms to the Afghan women

For sure, they had the most to lose

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Also by Joe Marcello:

NOTHING TO GRAIN | VINE TUNING |

Does anyone know?

What does anyone know of my rebelliousness,

my tears of blood,

of the wounds of my thoughts?

 

What does anyone know

if my heart is a dreary and deep space,

if it is perfect or imperfect,

or a chaos of mirages?

 

What does anyone know

if my weeping has long strands,

whether my days are electric or serene,

or if I live an autumn of orphanhood?

 

Does anyone...

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impotencepainsadnessinjustice

Much much more

What is this emotion that I feel. 

The opinion you have was clear. 

A warning sign probably a better way of saying it

A sliver of truth mixed in with other words.

My thoughts are unclear at this moment. 

Everything is so fresh.

I haven’t given myself time.

Allowing myself to process how I feel.

I thought I knew what I was feeling for you.

The way I felt in your arms.

...

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If You Can't Handle Me

 

I'm a woman

But not the palatable kind

Men see me

They want a taste but often can't stomach it

I writhe and thrash around

Until they have to spit me out

But women always see me

The whole of me

The pit of me

Every last bit of me

They don't complain that I'm too dark

To shine their torches through me

And make me bright 

I never bend to their will

But I ...

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PET SHOP STORY

PET SHOP STORY

I should get up and sell mice

but I'll stay here instead

in the warm, embryonic bed,

and what is a mouse's life?

 

Getting your head crushed

for a bit of cheese,

or squirming like an addict

under the merciless paw.

 

I sink in dreams, a jaded skull

trailing hair all the way down

to the sad, depleted market

where I meet the others:

 

th...

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Also by john short:

HOMUNCULUS |

Venezuelan Diaspora

They have left behind their country,

Some of them by plane,

Some of them by boat,

Others less fortunate only have their legs

And do not hesitate to use them.

 

They have traveled with hope,

Hope to live a normal life,

Just they want to work,

Just they want to study,

Just they want to eat something

at the end of the day.

 

They have carried their diplomas ...

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VOICE IN SACRED HEARTS

VOICE IN SACRED HEARTS

 

Three voices, clear as bells but

more beautiful, blended as one in a

heaven made for the occasion and

hung from the vaulted ceiling,

each note a perfection,

each phrase a blaze of brilliance,

each song a longing to capture

every cornered soul; and in return

to offer, as bread and as wine,

a tiny part of the body and blood

of a new lord...

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Also by Peter Taylor:

VOICE IN SACRED HEARTS |

Breaking Point

in a tense tennis battle two teenage stars of the future each want to win - - - so badly

Relentless rallies

courageously fought

precious points

muscles ache

mental durability

ace played

success delivered

roaring applause

jubilant celebration

Emma Raducanu

lifting trophy

u.s open

endless smiles

extending further

than the

watchful eye

can see.

 

...

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Dare We Keep On Dreaming | Convincing Someone Like You |

When Emma smiles we smile with her.

Bad Chat-Up Rhyme

You say you like a play on words, you say they make you laugh,

Then come on back to mine and let's get dirty in the bath.

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why?

emotion has no language 

but still it melts 

when someone touches it

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love

Angel's Wings

Angel’s Wings                          GLA                                 4/09/2021

 

With this voice a choice for freedom kept.

And you deserve this gift on Angels wings to Lift.

With their precious care is kept your soul to rest.

On cotton clouds a nest.

Forever blessed.

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Long is the night

I see a couple standing together hand in hand, he says this is my woman she said he is my man,

There is something deeper here that we will never fully understand, they passed away some years ago yet proceed to walk this land.

Let your spirits teach you, lessons of life and love, no matter where you stand below or just above and fly together gracefully on the wing tip of a dove ?️ 

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Also by Luke:

Farther and son | Loves fire | Established/ ment |

King's Cross Robots

They pass by me in complete perfected execution,
whilst my breath is tightly held,
at their undisturbed, emotionless in-humanity.
For these Kings Cross Robots douse me in fear
that they may see I am not one of them.

& how likely it does feel
that in this systematic powerhouse 
of cogs and machines,
that they will soon turn to me, and laugh
in unwarranted amusement,
at I, the broken mac...

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Also by Connor Hamilton:

From the Winter of Discontent | Creativity's Passing | This, That, This, That | Cautious Kisses |

Why...

Why is it so easy to give other people advice but when it comes down to myself I can never follow my own?

Why is it that it's easy to help others but never myself?

Why.... is the question we all sometimes wonder about but never really have an answer to. 

So I'm just gonna keep on hoping that one day the answer will come to me because wondering why can be a lifelong question. 

 

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A Perfect World?

In my infancy I only remember darkness

The stillness, a damp and murky existence

Only very occasionally feeling any movement

It seemed that this was it…my life

 

The strangest thing was the feeling of growth; slowly forming in the black wilderness

Seemingly taking up more room than usual and a sensation of not being alone in here?

 

Time passed very slowly in the endless da...

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Gaslight

Gaunt thoughts blaze, what flicker is gaslight; intrusion of mind, how emanations choke, this shortness of breath within me How your words gather, to weigh heavy as death upon my chest; figures of dark, shades cast from the light, how I steep in this saturation of mind; I gather me around me, in extrospection I feel as loneliness; this pervading of mind, to be of madness; declining in circles, I w...

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A Whole New Perspective

An inner-city secondary school in Peterborough; the end of an early Autumn term day. It’s been bright and sunny, which makes you lazily regret the loss of freedoms you had only a matter of days before. Everyone has told, re-told, and swapped the stories about how they spent their summer holidays. Timetable anomalies and rooming glitches are mostly ironed out. Students and staff have started along ...

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9/11 terrorism

Gifts to be Given

Troubled child,
By the bay,
A second snack utopia.

The thing about,
And in the waves,
Held hands open under water.

Coughing fits,
And second stories,
Man about the world alone.

The second morning,
And yet more mourning,
I set paths about way forward.

With stretch and feeling,
A baseless meaning,
A gift held deep in wet hands.

I stand in winds,
In windy roads,
The moonlit...

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The Last Dream of Donald

The Last Dream of Donald

Donald had a dream he never dreamt of,

thousands of acolytes gathered around

his majestic bed, sniffing the scent of

a long buried fear he hadn’t yet found.

 

He felt their clammy fingers make a start,

press his skin, penetrate his inner core.

They jiggled his lungs and tickled his heart,

fingered his brain, until tacky sweat poured

 

from ...

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Creatures

As water flows blood pores, lurker seek to 

devastate, and time takes its final breath 

only to breeth again ...poetry by the insanity

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Also by richard shults:

Death | Death |

September 2021 Collage Poem: Hope Resurfaces

In the coffee Kingdom of Costa the one eyed poet is Laureate.

 

This side of heaven armed with only a steak pie

Whispers around the world as sunset melts into twilight

 

14 cows gifted to 5th Avenue

The darkness-loving mermaid rises from the surface, knows

It’s time to rise to the light

 

Out of beef, smoke rings circle the world

Orange flesh licked by thirsty acolyt...

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Hope Resurfaces

Memories

Here lies pictures of us packed with emotions;

Laughter, merriment, love and oneness

But take a closer look then you'd see the crack.

How can it be heavenly when all I feel is this tightness in my heart when i glance through?

I see all the mistakes made, secrets kept, painful musing,

I get nostalgic all over again, should I keep on loathing?

Or remain in this happy place?

Thes...

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Also by jeronth:

UNTITLED 1 |

Evening hustle

 

I see Stars intruding locations between clouds in Misty formations. Trains chudder by as I gaze upon the first and last of tonight’s night sky. I gaze around so aimlessly and am always asking why. 

 

Distractions must enter and take me away. Allow me to see the beauty of each day. 

Taking me back to this moment right here. 

 

As the wildlife of this evening starts to becomes al...

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Nightwildlifethinkingoveranalysing

You Blew Smoke Into Our Eyes

Some of us appear to have forgot

that the train service has stopped

else why are we all stood here waiting like a bunch of goons?

Soon they’ll be pulling up the tracks

and when Mr Henry gets the sack

the grass will grow and the whole place will return unto the dunes.

Choo choo train where have you gone

now don’t you know we need you?

How in the world are you supposed to get...

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Also by Graham Cunningham:

New Blood |

steam trainsnostalgia

What are you waiting for?

I

Stand

For 

Purpose

You

Stand

For 

Purpose

If 

You 

Lost 

Your

Purpose

Stand

up

And 

Go

Find 

It

Break 

The 

Shackles

Of 

Conformity

And 

Begin 

To 

Believe

In 

The

Souls Will

That 

Moves 

You

 

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The hurt of remembrance

Everything reminds me of you.
Something you bought me or a scent of perfume. 
The reflection in the mirror.
A song that I sing to. 
Words that I speak and phrases I use. 
Everything just reminds me of you. 
Places I go to that we adventured together.
Movies I watch that we enjoyed with each other. 
I know that my brother and sisters hurt too,
Because everything and anyth...

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Also by Guinevere Heron:

In darkness I write |

Deathgriefgrievinghurtmissing someonemotherfatherremebrance

Food For Thought

I can not depend on my moods, 
This is why I depend on food.
Good days, bad days, the pain stays,
The food I eat takes me away.

I used to be fat and then went slim,
Now the fat creeps back in.
Self esteem is what I lacked,
Food is slowly making me fat.
The mirror is no friend of mine,
The image I see is not mine. 

The dismal day portays my mood,
and then 'BOOM' I run back to food.
...

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That Paper Twang

I once heard a flute from far away

Was it the doorbell or the voice of Aunt Maye?

I tried to follow the flute far away 

And found the carriage-drivers whistling with green leaves

I once knew that all they did was drive carriages

But I didn't know that they feasted on cabbages

I tried to follow the flute again the next day

And caught Aunt Maye brushing her teeth in the garden

...

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nature

Death Haiku

Dissolved in water

Sugar cube transcends its form

Sweetness is released

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Boxcars

 

 

Ambrosia, Pink Lady, and Honey Crisp
flaunt ruby as harvest apples appear.

Stacked ears of corn on the cob
await shucking, boiling, salt & butter,
then the chattering-smile of front teeth.
Cleaning the cob a row at a time
will probably need a toothpick
or a fingernail.

When the tooth fairy got my front
teeth at the age of six, my mom
would cut the corn from the cob
with a ...

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today is already yesterday

Harsh edges

9/4/21

When my mind thinks of you, I feel instant disgust. And not all for how you treated me but for myself. For allowing myself to tolerate being so sad and unhappy in a relationship with you.

And I've pondered this feeling of disgust for quiet some time now. So now I realize I am ashamed of my own self for tolerating such treatment. I will need more time to build myself up again. It won't...

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To be engaged

 

To get engaged was based on a question

a question to me my wife

That was done with the sole intention

to be with you for the rest of my life

 

But to be engaged is more than a question

it a declaration that I share a dream

To dream with you, forever and a day

about tomorrows that might come our way

 

One day this engagement will come to an end

to be replaced b...

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engagement

I didnt do it

That pain in your chest when your crying at night tears pure white 

Show me the pain and insecurities you continue to shoulder 

So i can come in like the rude friend that doesnt ask to come over 

Knock shit over

Running in the dark until I fall off the worlds edge whose missing me anyway

I think about that everyday falling asleep waking up still in darkness 

Trying to harness 

...

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Pub Monster

"I am not a monster!"

I roar in their faces.

There's blood on their minds...

... I know, cos I can taste it.

 

"I can defend myself.

Mum didn't raise a dickhead.

You think I'm scary now?"

I haven't even lost my shit yet.

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Also by Ferris Ty Taylor:

Well, What's the Alternative, at the End of the Day, Hun? |

brewingStorm

Retirement

Time softly slips by
Then one day - irrelevant
Move aside old gal

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Part 1: The Shadow Under The Light

I opened my eyes only to find darkness all around.
The coldness trapped me in its arms,
As I stood there emotionless, I was drowned.

Slowly it devoured me, I thought I had died.
Nothing was left to drive me to the light,
But due to the sudden blood rush, I somehow survived.

Two sides of a coin melted into one, brawling for power.
The smile disappeared into the frightening abyss,
As the...

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Fragile Life

A man, the nation loved

His charisma and personality

bewildering. Had a depth of 

Character and a high morale.

Young, happy and fighting.

He has now has laid to rest.

A sudden attack 

A heart of gold now with a crack.

 

In memory of Sidharth Shukla, may his soul rest in peace.

 

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Hyperbolics

 

They have strained every sinew,

pulled out all the stops,

thrown the kitchen sink at it,

and worked around the clock.

They have bent over backwards,

bust a gut,

the whole nine yards;

struggled, striven, toiled,

they are Trojan, double-hard.

 

They have tortured every puppy,

scalded every cat,

stripped skin and hair and tail,

then strangled every rat.

...

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Age

Age

 

Does it all come down to this?

A daily crossword, an unchecked list

A wish, a kiss and curtain open morning

A body struggling to move, to sit

Without the pain of feeling it.

The struggle dragging on your sock

And watching seconds pass on mantle clock

A life well lived becomes a yawning

As drooping eyes and sagging jaw

Become the life which once was so much mo...

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Home and Heart

I saw the sunrise today
Beyond the little hill..
It will rise again tomorrow..
But for me today time stood still...
I packed up our home today...
With the early sun rays...
Said my goodbye as it was my last day...
Every nook has a little memory...
Every corner it's own story...
The lights we put together twinkle away in my minds eye..
Even as I pull out the plug with a sigh...
Every lit...

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