Poets from Merseyside have started to reignite the art of live performance with a series of eight spoken word events around the Wirral Peninsula.

The Wirral Poetry Festival has emerged from its online only status and has been back in the community over the past weeks celebrating the run up to National Poetry Day 2021 on Thursday.

On Sunday West Kirby Arts Centre hosted a green even...

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In general, it is possible to fly,

This requires a certain solitude,

And I don't mean temporarily,

Immobility breeds creation,

Just like being blind heightens the other senses,

It's easy, they say, if you know how,

To weather the storm after the storm,

Keeping your ideas close in case,

Another comes rolling along.

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Every night I go to the dentist,

He's left the light on,

For me and the moths,

This kind of consideration is rare,

Like a happy medium,

Maybe it's exclusive to spiritual types,

Then again, maybe not.

It always strikes me how insane we are,

In our hopeful repetition,

We call it perserverance,

Like when a dog marks it's territory,

Is an accident,

Thinking tha...

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The touch of paper against my skin,

Smooth,

A ghost of the varnished table or wooden door you could have been.

Instead you're here beneath my fingers,

Waiting,

Ready to save my thoughts upon your sheets.

Even when my memory fades the ink still lingers.

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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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I'm really excited to announce that I will be working on my very first book of poetry for the next few months, and therefore will be taking a break from the blog.  The love and support I have received over the years from y'all (Especially you, Mr. Jeffries 😉) is immeasurably appreciated.  If anyone has any questions or just wants to reach out to chat, feel free to email me!  Otherwise, I will see ...

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The hollow man is the memory of valley and hill of life these valleys show no end but plain of enteral life

The man gets his name empty hall of many dreams and lies within a house of the phantom, teacher, mistress through their trial an experience from the love of family and soul value

The hollow man filled with regret an empathy toward the phantom we collected through th...

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the 7 valley of life the first is the flower of lily it beauty that surrounds it

the lily of the meadow is the grace and beauty through the decade shown in the hill of turmoil and despair 

the lily of Meadow has many beautiful things some carved by memory other by earth but flawless in their making and no ruin to be found

the 7 valley of life the second is a forest of dreams made the drea...

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The valley of the light equal shadow of truth an love through the darkest moment   
Fear is a great divider and the greatest enemy are through fear of our mind and body 
Let rain cleanse the darkness through the tear of joy and laughter and love  
The fear of love is the admitting to your heart calling   
The love  of fear teaches us to be careful and open-minded to are surrounding through 5 s...

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On the outside of this curtain there many beauty of the soft velvet an the Line in it but the beautiful thing is not what we can see, feel, hear , smell,or touch but this curtain contain many beauty through it

The most radiance thing in this curtain is the memory it hold from thw year it been there asorbing the memory like water on a beach

There beauty of it lye behind the most painful thing...

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that year we met, i trusted you.

i believed you liked me for who me and wanted to be friends.

but you didn't. it was all a lie.

you wanted to be friends just to get inside.

i confided in you and listened to all your problems. 

always there to brighten your day.

yet, you would always go back to her.

i was your back up---someone to fill the void.

a void so deep and ...

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Another prompt invokes an undesired surge
of thought and fractured scenes,
requiring energy to sort and draw conclusions,
prior to recording in the journal for today.

Time to him resembles auctioning a gem,
the longer it lasts, the higher its price,
and he's approaching life's end zone called "red,"
where actuaries hold their breath and count.

The formalist stands firm on well-packed g...

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Another prompt invokes an undesired surge
of thought and fractured scenes,
requiring energy to sort and draw conclusions,
prior to recording in the journal for today.

Time to him resembles auctioning a gem,
the longer it lasts, the higher its price,
and he's approaching life's end zone called "red,"
where actuaries hold their breath and count.

The formalist stands firm on well-packed g...

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Who is he?

This man I only know up close?

Does he know me? And if so, 

who is this woman, this me he knows?

We have an odd situation, he and I, like a fantasy played out on a stage,

a performance, a curtain call and

then done.

I know the up-close, the heat, the physical

yet when I see him from a cool distance, 

I don't know him.

He becomes someone else with someone el...

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They sit in piles on my bureau,

stacks on end tables and desktops.

They stand in rows on shelves and are silent.

Each holding its own unique secrets.

I can hear their silent words, and

feel their thoughs pushing against their covers.

They wait and are patient.

A wealth of knowledge standing by

always steady in their thoughts, never changing their minds,

dependable and st...

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Poetry is a funny thing

It can cause debate

Or make hearts sing

It can take you to

A wondrous place

And brighten up

A moody face

It can make you smile

Or make you fume!

And sometimes even

Make you swoon

It can make you cry

And make you shout

Or, sometimes, be 

Just about nowt!

It can make you think

And make you ponder

What lies beyond

The ...

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we were an unsinkable ship,
built to sustain any injury
thrown our way, or so we said.

cast into the dark,
yet illuminated with infinite possibilities.

suddenly slipping through our fingers
the bitter cold quickly rushed in,
and the music played on.

while the chaos surrounded us
and the children were tucked safely in their bed,
the music played on.

while prayers were whispered,
...

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The World in Lockdown People's Poem is now part of the RLB 360 Capsule of Culture, which remembers the year 2020 and its defining moments.

The project was chosen by a judging panel of local and Liverpool-born celebrities.

Thanks to everybody who shared their words last year.

The time capsule will be stored in the Royal Liver Building permanently from today.

A big thanks to my co-creato...

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Every now and again

She gets this feeling

OMG, it’s hoeing season

She’ll be a hoe for a season

Hoping to be teasin’, pleasin’ you

Ho Ho Ho, Hoe!

Ain’t nothin’ wrong about it

Ever met a hoe trilla than thee?

I doubt it

She’ll be your hoe if only for a season

Hope to be pleasin’, just teasin (wink)….you

She don’t drink, but she do keep that green

Oh, oh but does t...

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You see, as I’ve been waiting on the love of my life

Waiting so we can walk off into paradise

Thinking I was in love

Once, maybe twice before

Now I know betta

So Imma do betta

But not before I hit up not bae

Told ‘em let me put this thang on ya

One last time

Before the love of my life comes

Knocking on my door

One last time, before we have to say goodbye

Let me ...

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Gathering in empty space

A bunch of flowers for my soul

The spring is nowhere to be seen

So I am hiding my face

Until I find the happy scene

In the movie I watch

All night and day

In my long way

To find inner peace

Gathering in the darkness

A piece of hope

The sun is nowhere to be seen

So I am talking with the night

To make myself breathe again

And find th...

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A book all of my own
Where ideas have a place to play 
Weary thoughts a place to rest 
And ideas a place to ponder. 

Pages bound by glue and press 
Waiting for a friend to give them meaning
A purpose oh so simple 
Yet so profoundly special to me

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Living a life of fantasy is such fun.

Once you give your life control to your heart,

you begin to enjoy its every part.

At times listening to heart gives memories,

and you can spend your life with its stories.

I lived my 10th grade in the fantasy world of reality

when I gave my life control to my feelings impatiently.

Something I'll never regret,

not even in the days o...

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EQUAL IN GREATNESS

(For Michael Collins – Astronaut 1930-2021)

The fourth person to spacewalk

And the second

To orbit the moon alone

While fellow crew members

Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong

Walked on the lunar surface

Sometimes glory is shared unevenly

But greatness often depends

On those backstage

Silently pulling levers

And watching instruments

Al...

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My light, forever

Bright, proud, and true.

Would surely know if he was untrue?

His words a balm to desperate ears.

My body only what he holds dear?

Oh heart, emotions be.

Craving sweet shore of security.

Safe arms, to pull me close.

Cherish my heart, essence close.

Play and laugh with carefree joy,

Dance our hearth, 

Not destroy.

My warmth is strong to warm us b...

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As a writer (I still shy away from the title poet at times) I often find myself in a dilemma, one to which the vagaries of my mind tutor the torment. The unravelling of meaning of poems – is it meant to be a test that makes you feel inadequate at the best of times?

I have often sat and read something and then wondered “what the hell have I just read? It makes no sense at all. Why must poets do ...

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Thin-thick, black-white,

He-she, scared-might,

With spoon-fed views in blind eyes,

We're infants weeping in beds of lies.

Aren't we stringless puppets,

With wingless dreams?

We're born to measure,

A sadistic pleasure,

Every centimetre,
Of his/her character,

And yet,

We claim our broken souls' unbroken,

Ugly hearts' pretty,

Empty minds' witty,

And then reach ...

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Entering into today’s day and age, we take turns turning the page.

Let us begin,
as were taken back to a time— lined with the new heights of always measuring up to ones expectations.
Ascendant signs are all "GO".
birthmarks placed on the face of the earth; add attachment to the earthly plane, and embody rebirth.
the fabric of the universe tucks us away—as our materialization is made—from a ...

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If your minds eye was open,

Would you consider an unabashed divulgance?

Your forthright nature checks my exubernace

Your beauty makes me timourous

I suppress my passion in fear of your answer

Do i dare wonder about consequence?

You make me feel alive, there is no other, there is no level i can gratify

I would be yours, if not for the latitude of convention.

You bring me joy

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Can the difference in our souls be overcome?

The asterism of our fates cannot so opaque.

It is ironic that what we both seek can be defined in a chronograph of sand.

You have so far to travel and yet your peace is already found

I long to tell you of the falsehood of my pretences

To unlock the anacucis of your affections to me would more beautiful than a strand of your auburn locks 

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Tell me where you'll go with all your burns,
reserve smile whispering the truth,
vanishing without a trail every time as she turns,
old age burdain and transient youth.

Blue as neverending sea,
light and blue
all I ever needed,
all I've never proved,
all I ever needed,
light and blue,
blue as neverending sea.

Don't tell me why have you returned with all your burns,
visible frown as...

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The red dust of Mars settles on my heart,

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

Every cascade of flaxen strength undermines the facade of purity

but the tilt of her smile will resound everpresent.

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

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

the freckled shoulde...

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a poem of longing

a poem of remembrance

a poem of rage

a poem of hope

a poem to slip into your mind

a poem to never forget the story

a poem to purge the feelings

a poem of healing

do you ever get the feeling 

we’re drowning in poetry?

day by day 

inundated by poetry.

everywhere you go, 

another platform, 

another social network 

for poets...

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Last signs of life:

Silence filled up the whole room and the only sound I could hear was her last breath. 

No one spoke a word, we were silent and we just stared at each other. 

After every second passed, I felt more attracted to her,

it wasn’t love, it was something stronger than love. 

I fell in love with her not because of the soft personality

not because of her prec...

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Over the sands of time you’ve travelled.
Across the ocean of life you’ve sailed.
Through the fog of daily worries,
Your unfailing love’s prevailed.

Your light shines from within,
Brighter than the heavenly sky.
The fire in your soul’s unquenched,
The flames one can’t deny.

Don’t measure your life in years
Nor by the number of breaths you take,
For we’re blessed by your resounding wis...

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Hello, how are you today: upper,middle,lower— class.
front, and center.
I’d like to think if a kid were to get up and say I can’t stand this, then the teacher would get behind them in an orderly fashion.
side by side, classroom C-3 parts in the middle of the day, to make their way back to their seat,
show and tells of mommy and me– are always well received.

A pinned-up faction icon that sta...

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Christian Faith Publishing is going to publish my third book of poetry this year.

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In the lonesome backwoods behind our vintage house

We buried our souls deep just to have ghosts around.

But phantoms, they startle, howl, scream and weep

Way past their bedtimes because the night doesn’t seep

Into their cavities where they safeguard our souls,

Slick with the glossiest sweats; caskets of gold.

And that’s what they’ll ever be-

Fossilized memories,

V...

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At the time of no poetry,

The silence weighs heavily

And sinks to the bottom

Of the spring like a stone.

At the time of no poetry,

The wind has stopped blowing,

And the landscape looks lifeless,

Draped in darkness.

At the time of no poetry,

My steps leave no footprint,

My silhouette is a shadow

Shivering from the cold.

At the time of no poetry,

I am alone and...

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It's been so long in this boat

We've been rowing

I can imagine the feeling of my feet touching ground

Circling, edging the deepness of the water to shallow

We never know anymore if its just quicksand

How would we risk flipping the boat to stand

We know where the pieces fit

We put them all back as the boat

There have been so many stormy nights at sea

Where the best of us are just as murky

...

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Millay, Millay,

I saw you clad in your colourless plaid dress,

Ambling about those three islands in a fantastical bay,

The ones you spoke about when poetry found its renascence

Through your hands, which fed elegiac suns

Their share of glint and gold dust.

Millay, Millay,

I like to believe that the pigments of your dress escaped,

Only to seep into the roots of freedom a...

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My mamma always told me
Don't think so much, do not to fret
She said you should give things time
And time would work, even if not yet
What people say, you cannot change
But remember her words, never forget
"You are the light in the darkness, you are hope
Just smile through it, do not mope."
Words might not change, people say what they say
Kill em with kindness, do as you may.

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Women, girls
Little ladies with bouncy curls
We are brought to Mother earth with names of angels, princesses and fairies
But all too soon, the world we grow in turns unsafe, hideous, and scary
These flowers - as buds they never remain
For before 'tis the time to bloom, they learn to battle with the flames

Every day, every moment, a battle she fights
That little lady, that angel, with all he...

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In search of love
Do travellers venture dangerous lands

Their hardships conveyed through the tender hands
Which caress and soothe the hearts of lovers left hurt
Which push and help these lovers out of the dirt
And carry them away from the pull of the sand

Their eyes seemingly sharp and bold
For with this courage have they only found it right
To laugh, to learn, to cherish, to fight
Fight ...

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Growing up I didn't know
If I was immature or just a little slow
You see I always had intentions for the best
But I took to heart all these suggestions given by the rest
Suggestions that didn't make all that sense
Which made me think twice on my self-confidence
You see I always had intentions for the best
But maybe I was too naive,
too hung up, too tense.
In my quest to be better, I admit...

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I thought gravity is the real gangster,
It's nothing Until I met you.

I fall to pieces when I'm with you,
Where I Cut into pieces.

Pieces to Crumble.

Crumble to melt.

Melt to garpes all of your shades.

Shades to chew your emotions.

Emotions are danger and glamorous that it can open all your needs.

needs are so dark, darker than your black lipstick.

And your lipsticks are pitch, Rosemarie...

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I was one of your cold nights earlier. But today I am full eclipse.

I am raw sand for you. But if you come to me, you will slip into it like I am your worst mire.

But I am very calm like the sea.
And I can also drown you in my dark depths or I can give you an edge.

Even I am not a burnt skin for you, I am a fire.
And if you near to my body, you will become one of my ashes.

Today I'm not th...

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Pick and choose it

Place it

Move it

It's so beautiful- 

Isn't it beautiful?

I spin it and

Twist it

Flip it upside down

This way is better

I like this much better

Pull it

Shape it

Hold it together and 

Tape it 

I can make it

So much better

      This Time

I watch it and 

Play it

Over and over again

No- 

Change it

Arrange it

Won't ...

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today I saw the sun
for the first time in 
a long time
a cheerful ray brushed itself
against my cheek and
under my chin
as if to lift my head for my eyes to see 
the world lit up
and for the first time in a long time
it made me smile

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