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Darkly plumed star of Winter

Seasonally whitened time of the year

each dawn declaring themselves with so bright a glare

Jack frostily fingering everything everywhere, and exhaled breaths turn to mist and disappear 


icicle pendants bejewelling every ledge

the pace of life slows down to a lesser pace

tis the hillsides days of children, each to their sledge

smiles adorning each happy, cold flushed face


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Also by Bethany Sallis:

Silencing his snapping fingers | Grandma's golden hours | Age of dilapidation | Accelerations | When Jekyll goes out and Hyde returns | Almost disbelieving your death |

A sort of remembrance

No foot marks in the sand
To mark my passage.
No disturbance in the air.
I cry and grieve and cherish
My face immobile, as I stare
Out at stormy autumn.
O! living through November
Demands a certain flair. 
Foggy bafflements afflict me everywhere,
Pea-soupers some might say,
And as I gaze beyond the moon
I swoon into another dismal November  day.

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Also by John E Marks:

The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month | BEGGAR | Paralysis | The sullen dead | Charlotte | The Armenian genocide 1913 - 1923 | Late November | Coincidence | BOWIE | Kaddish | Feed your head | The summer of love | Uneasy words | ......early onset | Be-witched | A wise fool | Bonfire Night | Mocking Bird | Music to eat by | All Souls' day | Cavalier | De Profundis | The Fall | The way of the cloud | A recreation | A splinter from Armenia |

Weird Love too.

Superhero Love?



She had a thing for Spiderman,

she loved his legs so hairy.

Some would shriek and run the tap,

she never found him scary,


The way he walked,

his great big eyes,

he drove her up the wall.

But he never did the dusting,

in fact, no work at all,


On the web hour after hour,

hanging round all day.

For her he lost his superpowe...

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Also by mike booth:

Words of Wisdom |




All the pain and despair

Emptiness, loneliness, and longing

All the heart wrenching moments we've had since we were young

And all the things that try to bend break you

Even if they sometimes succeed

All those awful things that hurt so much 

Are merely devices which mold you into who you were always meant to be

Face down the anguish and use it as a tool to sculp...

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Also by Steven J Fish:

Unbothered | Snack Bear | On Death, Grief, and the Fragility of Life | The Dreaming | One Day |

mental anguishdespairLasting Hopefortitudeself love

All Hallow's Moon

The moon at Halloween

In adolescent phase

Filled out a little

Tilting back on its heels


Draped with pale grey

Cobwebs of clouds

On a sky of light pumpkin

Shining down, with a secret grin


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Hello there once again

Thank you

For your patience

And staying in

For everything you did

And never said: I quit



For being rude

Confused and confined

For being suspicious

Jealously possessive 


I like you

Since the day we first me

Even on days when your sweat smelt of smoothie eggs

Since our first hello

Till all the days you went ghosting, Protecting 



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Also by N.B:

Morons | They thought | Key to knowledge | Playfulness strewn around | Closure | Peace, love, harmony and me |

What light is this

What light is this where light is lost

Through dappled shroud

Where no song of bird can be heard

From the autumn blast and snickered breeze

The willing wilting leaves

Who shed their chameleon green

In favour funeral yellow orange and red

Those willing leaves

Who give themselves

For next year’s rise and sap


What light is this that spreads its wings

Upon the op...

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Boy Racer


Some lad was doing ninety

in a forty mile an hour zone.

He passed me on a corner

In a car he clearly didn’t own!

What was the flipping hurry?

Was his stupid house on fire?

Had his brain been deprived, abruptly, 

Of a vital connecting piece of wire?

Or was he a founding member

Of a firm called ‘Morons for Hire?’


Some fool was doing ninety

In a speed restri...

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Also by John Botterill:

Meeting Juliet | Poetic Licence Book Release | Too soon to know? |

Where the Soul Meets the Floor

The time 

The time has come again

upon his noble steed he rides

He holds something that no one else can seem to put their finger on 

Non threatening boldness provokes curiousity

The ways of love woven through truth

Threads that women naturally have embroidered onto their central source of Being

Motion of seductive power

As feminine tend to gravitate

And the men puff thei...

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Also by New Shoes:

The Doors are Always Open |

Ebook out and charting!

It's made the charts at! Top 4, could it rise up more?!

Help a fellow WOL poet out and get your own copy of The Writing Group.

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Also by Frederick Kesner:

through the night | coaster poetry | use ubiquitous in a poem | moloch's dagger | licence to keel | advance of the hermit of Chester ( 1066 A.D. ) | singularity | to be agreed | Strindberg's Principle | looking for a real bargain | a father myself | sunrising sunset | to be seen |



What is beauty?

When I call upon the beautiful, 

what am I summoning?

Not physical symmetry,

not physical perfection,

not that gorgeous look

of the put-together body,

the lovely home,

the splendid garden.

No, all that is fine & wonderful to admire of course,

but beauty,

that true beauty,

that lifts the stars to the sky

& carries the seeds into the ground,


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Also by Hélène:

Seed of Joy | Writing | Beautiful Day | Like a Child | Planetary DNA | Glowing | Green | Once Again | Fill Your Heart | That Open Space | Happy | Alchemy | Sensitivity | Always Believing | Wind & Rain | I Say | Carried Along | Blossom | Invitation | Empty Cup | Oh Friend | Letting Go | Overflowing | Slumber | New Things | Colors of the Day | Surrender | Loved | A Beam of Light | Into the Night | With the Sun | Without Fear | My Heart | I Pray | Wish List | At Least This | Far Away Stars |

Brass Monkeys

That’s what I thought, arriving in Kyiv.

It was December and minus fifteen.

‘This is nothing,’ said the driver. It felt

Like something. Hat, gloves and scarf were no use.

The hotel was marvellously porous,

Rooms glacial, the restaurant shivered

Behind flapping Perspex windows. The wind

Reached all protected parts. The next morning,

To the lecture. Everyone double-wrapped,


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Also by Stephen Gospage:

Foot Soldiers | Saxmundham | Day after Day | Mountain People | Revenge | Apartment Block | Heyday | Here and There | Suburbia | Sympathetic Stars | Generations | Small Print |


Mist Come


Fall softly and have your way


A grey blanket in the night or day


Make coastlines and skyscrapers a secret 


Whispered only when you say



© Candice Reineke 2022










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Also by Candice Reineke:

Lids | Saturday | Air to Austin |


Today's BBC is not for me,

Its newsreaders barely able to contain their glee

At reporting stuff they prefer to see

All paid for by the license fee.

"And Nation shall speak unto Nation" -

Such a shame about the deterioration

In the method of communication.




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Also by M.C. Newberry:


England's Dreaming

I was telling Gareth Southgate
only this morning about
the convenience
of having my weekly 
train ticket on my phone.

He said that I had made
a sensible choice. 

He was also pleased
that I make myself a ham
and pickle sandwich for my lunch. 
Although he suggested
the occasional Scotch Egg.

We skipped down the lane to the station –
our hands were almost touching.

Gareth sniffe...

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A question implanted into a conversation at the dentist

Waiting to be seen at the dentist with a patient I did chat,

To pass time numerous topics we did discuss,mainly this and that.

"Are they all your own teeth?"a question into the conversation did land.

I answered,"They should be,they cost me nine  and a half grand!"

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Also by hugh:

I lost my case !! | A change of plan and two vampires ended up having a bloody good time. | Disruption on a flight from Heathrow to Madrid | An expensive mistake by a shepherd | Homeless and faced with the unexpected | Hey Jude, why do you eat snails ? |

The Artist.

I tried to deprive myself of what I knew best in this world. In a way it began to feel like an addiction, no matter how hard I rejected the thought it was the only way for me to cope. 
I'm a hopeless junkie desperate for an outlet wealthier than this. 
Angry, I decided there was more to me than just self expression. 
It didn't take long until I broke down. 
Maybe that is my souls way of scream...

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Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:

Pieces. | Death at loves first sight. | September |

the weather

the traveler asks,

what kind of weather will we have today?

the shepherd responds, 

the kind of weather i like


the traveler, confused, asks 

how do you know it will be the kind of weather you like?

the shepherd says, 

having found out, sir, i cannot always get what I like,

I have learned to always like what i get,

so i am quite sure we will have the kind of weather ...

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My heart can Lie

Did you see me?

I was there

I waited

For you


I anticipated your


I wore my finest


In anticipation

Of your undying



I don’t think you saw


You were blinded

By the mist

I tried so hard

To be noticed

I hoped you’d get

My gist


You didn’t see me

You didn’t even

Smell my scent

Still I thought


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Also by Clare:

You've been redacted. | Lady With The Sad Eyes | A Million little Why's? | Seasons Come and Seasons go |

Oh to be in Africa, where smiles are Real and still, Our Sun



     This cold could burn the Galaxy,

each celestial body too far to gather fuel in earnest,

stranger still when met,


     my vehicle now adorned with tapestry of ice bars,

a thin cover of frost upon every window,

all limb and body and, the blood moves slowly -

sometimes inert as yet again I creak my head against

     a static enclosure at the top of spine; froz...

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Also by ZTK Space:

Duet in Blue | Where | Genomes Beyond the Standard Conditions | The Taking of Gaia by Stealth | Feb 4th - Mike Ladd | Hiding Behind Latin |



The girl showed her fangs, most when alone

Her nails grew bigger, clear and they’re cold;

Escort; chaperone.


She showed her fangs when she got him alone

Clawing at skin; she’s ice and she’s cold

Showed her his doors and how they won’t close

Inside the living; curtains and carpets stained with cologne.


Epoxy the vase, stuck on the phone

Shirt into shre...

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friends and familySpoken Word poetryPoets & Performance Poetry100 best poetry blogs#nature #incredibleindia #poem #poetry#tree#nature#urbanisation#save forests#wilderness

Moonlight Halloween

A frost chilled dim moonlight night

Putrid air, no stars in sight

Just sheer black sky’s we have

and eerie sounds that shout out “MAD”

It’s moonlight Halloween


It started out as a Christian festival

Priests and Rector’s in their vestibules

The congregation on All Hallows’ Eve

Candles lit for the graves of the dead

No meat eaten, soul cakes instead


Then came ...

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Also by Rick Varden:

Split Personalities | Darkness and Light |

Fields of Poppies

Let's hold each other's hands,

And in silence, stand

Where the fields of poppies grow,

Let us remember them

Our brave young men

Buried just below.


For those who cried

As they laid down and died,

So very far from home,

With just white clouds,

Deaths gossamer shrouds

Covering their tortured bones.


Let's think a little more,

Is liberty worth dying for?


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Also by JD Russell:

The Small Square Table | Lest We Forget | Born to Die | Paint Life as an Abstract Expression | Running scared little maiden | The Mysterious Letter | Our love has a DVT | Ode to an M&S toasted teacake | The Last Will and Testament of a Poet | Symi | The simile of The Mist. |



The Angel almost

ambushed us. 


The trees turn

more beautiful

with every mile.


Tyne at low tide. 

Network of bridges,

trains crossing.


Four in the morning. 

Crescent moon

in dark sky. The silence. 


Churchyard gravestones

look like people

in camera's flashlight. 


The blinking of the internet.

Every day, 

a new start. 



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Also by Greg Freeman:

UK takes a tumble | The way forward |

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥

𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅

𝑻𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓.

𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘,

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆

𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 


𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 

𝑰𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆...

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Also by Ryker:

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒀𝑶𝑼 |

#love #limerence

Left alone

Deserted in land of people

People who's whisper yet don't hear

Beloved for those years were spent like a dawn

I search for a smile in trench of betrayl

Hope that can strengthen my spine

All I need is some softness to breath

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Also by Happy Kim:

Shallow |

In memory of a misanthropic cleric

Did you go to that place of the timorous tiger,
and look in awe in at an elephant with a very long ear,
which, according to legend was faithfully followed by a cow,
mooing in tune to God Save The Queen,
that wistful sound echoing across those mist-covered hills from the army camp,
I asked the spirit of my great-granddad, regimental Padre Beauchamp,
derided by his family as a 19th century mis...

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Also by Kevin Vose:

Bubbling along | False teeth distort the truth | A Lancashire Lad Makes Good | The Spirit Meade | The African Animal National Protection Symposium | Little Lucy |

The Dead Good Halloween Party

Wise not to go

Stained blood Party invitation

Candle lit room entered

Screaming hungry feasting starts

Ghoulish fresh meat frenzy

Crunching bones gritty flesh

Human body parts swinging

Pulled apart Zombie delight

Sacred table torso clean

Melted wax candles relight

More nervous guests arrive

Horror show menu awaits

A dead good time

Only if you like

Being mo...

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a bottle of your finest red


Something a little disturbing for Halloween.


In those halcyon days of public executions hanging people was a bit of a hit-and-miss affair.  The “science” of determining the drop needed, based on the height and weight of the condemned man or woman, was at best rudimentary and at worse not used. The result was that rather than a quick death from a broken neck the condemned would slowly and p...

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Also by John Coopey:



Loss reminds me
to appreciate the moments,
the beauty of time shared
This, the only kindness
grief seems willing to give

Luckily, memories know
to capture the fragments that remain
for refuge against the days to come

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Also by Mike McPeek:

Breaking Up With Philomena | Local Errand | Protest Song | Toll Collector |

The night they killed Osama bin Laden

The night they killed Osama bin Laden,
we drank the bottles down to the shards
We screamed
We pushed all the sand off the third deck
We racked every bolt in our soul
We shed every piece of body armor
We spat into the face of this childhood stupidity
War movies and old men talking
Watching the whole world fall down
Why did I find myself such a fool,
to carry a rifle for nothing

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Book out now!... or you could just read them on here lol!

I hope you don't mind, but I've Shamelessly used some of the comments I've recieved here on WOL & named some of you in both the books description & Acknowledgement. Just let me know if you would rather it be removed! 

Thanks for inspiring me to complete it!

Here's the link, if you're interested 😄

The Darkness and The Light

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

The Beacon | Never heard of this fella, but I'll give it a try.. |

The darkness and the lightbookkindlepaperback


As the days get shorter
and the nights get longer
The garden still dazzles
with this blast of colour 

Vivid, vibrant asters 
on late October days
Brighten up the garden
with their magenta blaze 

A lovely floral show 
such a radiant sight
Welcoming me back home 
in the late evening light 

Photo credit Dr Amir Khan

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Also by julie callaghan:

Woodland Walk | Fiery Glow | Swans At Dusk | RIP Keeley | Mandarin Ducks | October Morning | Seasonal Bounty | It’s The Liz Truss Show | Autumn Morning | Verbena | Metallic Hues | Fishy Tail | Herdy Mug Competition | Acer Trees | Garden Robin | Grand Finale | Pie Off | Autumn | Eternal Cycle | HE, 29 Others And Me |

Love is Strange

Love is a strange thing isn't it. Many got blessed by the love as it transformed their lives picking them up from bottom and taking them to the heights of the sky. And for some its a curse that only put sorrow and misery in their lives.


Once someone said something very beautiful about love and who loves the most a man or a woman.

By every mistake a man made and woman forgives just adds ...

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Also by Agonizing Words:

Love and Lust | Agonizing Words |


Colour Blind

The room I stand in makes me blind

white before me white , behind

The same room which is painted black it’s floor and ceiling behind my back

Blinds my senses even more as stare down at the coal black floor


No doors or windows to escape 

Black and white seals my fate.

I can’t see either , no distinction 

Nothing near and nothing far.

My eyes are blanked

with burning ...

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Also by Edbreathe:

m US e | STEADFAST | Then |

that staff

All those things…


I’m just a cliché a classic mediocrity

My favorite thing is to dupe myself...

Always looking for my unsatisfied desire

Sometimes I’m just a lonely, and angry child


But always confident for all those things I can’t stand

Not another beautiful girl

Not another muse to be born

Not another object of desire

Sick already of the next good singer…s...

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Like Someone Who Knows Me

Through the bitterness of winter 
life crawls, so lingering and lonely
and hauling your battered heart into 
the shelter of some place holy
Your mind swims with the terrible things 
those hands have groped toward
The grit of guilt and shame conspire 
to serve as your reward

Such troubled thoughts reverberate
as they echo up into the arches
Gathering their mass and falling back 

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Also by Tom:

University Payphone | Trust |



Our dishwasher went on strike, fed up with being taken for granted,

the penny dropped as we stared at the full up sullen machine,

white goods amongst others in a kitchen designed to please.

Our back up plan: taking out every plate and pan

cup and glass, immersing them into a sink with forensic thoroughness,

working as one, sharing the washing and wiping, an ebb and flow


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Also by ray pool:


If they could only see

If they could only see
Poem by
Reno C.

What dream brought you to life?
As if you are the manifestation of positivity.
Such openness and mountains of understanding.
Shadow all who are not looking.
Blind to what I see,
Only projections and reflections of their own inner-demons they force on thee.
Quite unfortunate that the shallow can drown in their own fear.
Why fear the deep? Why fear ...

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Rain Falls

Rain falls on the glass in the gloomy gray of today

You lie in that bed with nothing more to say

I wipe my eyes with my sleeve because I don’t know how to grieve

My heart breaks in the wake of your non-reprieve


The sins of my father fall on my shoulders

You left me here and now I’ve grown colder

Death claimed you for his own and my mother left me all alone

And now I’ve fa...

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Unhappy Hunting Ground

Here they come in droves,

the humble pot boilers 

to worship at the feet 

of the traitorous elite

with hair pulled out in clumps 

in frustration at those

unable to muster 

the inspiration to rise 

above the level of lacklustre 


Now nowhere to be found,

the Elite have packed up their teepees 

and headed for a happier hunting ground

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Also by Telboy:

Westonbirt |


there’s less to me 
than meets the eye 

these moments 
you see 

aren’t representative 
of anything 

most of my life is spent 
staring at things 

and chewing 
with less efficiency than a cow 

you could fit any number 
of exciting moments 

through the empty spaces 
of my existence 

without ever touching 
what I feel 

I find that comforting 
for some reason 

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Kemo Sabe

He had no face, he had no name

He used his silver bullets

to shoot you down in flames

I was Tonto to his Kemo Sabe

We were friends; I was a fan

When he rode off into the sunset

I was left to ask...who was he?

Who was that masked man?

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Nina huzuni moyoni,ninapoyatamka haya
Lakera mtimani,ila nalinena bila haya
Janga hili lahuni,ibilisi huyu mbaya
Ufisadi tukomesheni,donda ndugu tatutamaliza
Wanyonge hatuna haki,hili lanitia shaka
Spitali  tiba hiaminiki,wangojwa  wafurika
Wauguzi hawamakiniki,wana wa waja wateseka
Ufisadi tukomesheni, donda ndugu tatumaliza
Tumeliona runingani,hili jambo la kufe...

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Proem Before Sleep

Think of a most promising prelude to dreamtime.
A path in an english country garden.
A supernatural proem would cover it.

Rain at night. 

Sound emerges from darkness.
The fact of it's existence vulnerable to doubt.

Tell me I'm not alone in thinking
the song of midnight rain 
shines a light on the oneness of all life.
Yeilds a profound meditation on that truism.

Blown into a tre...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Folk Music | Shoreline Lament | Stuttering Start | Gothic Nocturne |


Why do we have music?
How and why does it affect us?
It is a great and special art,
Which surely does connect us.

Why do we have music?
Is it to exult our souls?
It may bring us cheer and joy,
And make us feel whole.

Why do we have music?
Perhaps to give us a nice feeling?
And it's a universal language,
Which is lovely and appealing.

So why do we have music?
To see into the comp...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Basketball 🏀 | Stagnation |

Stuart VannerMusic

You And Me D.M.T.

Yo listen up you better pay attention,

I just experienced the DMT dimension,

Instantly I had a different set of 5 senses,

I wasn't even able to verbally express this,

Geometrical patterns were flashing so fast,

It was so intense I wanted it to pass,

Spinning kaléidoscope and my body was gone,

Infinite fractals after just one hit from the bong,

And there I was straight fucki...

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DMTpsychodelic tripout of body experienceinterdimensional travel


here i am



fading forever

into the cosmos

here i am


life is so beautiful

i want it to kill me

here i am

between the mystic and the psychotic

here i am

the buddha laughs

and i laugh with him

i was never really here

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Also by Jacob Germain:

what is | prisms | who prays for the fallen one ? | this, too, i accept |




Now take heed and understand

we are the Dreamers of this land,

we're not blessed with winning ways

and may look like waifs and strays,

but remember this - we have a place,

a part to play - a path to trace.


When you speak of us be kind

for we have the power to soothe your mind.

The songs we write that bring you joy,

and the pretty phrases we employ

to ca...

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