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I hide

I hide behind my shine smile

I hide behind my ocd and cleaning haddits 

A addict that's me

Full of fear and a huge need to succeed but a great haddit of fucking it Al up

So complex and conflicted so willing to please 

Oh I hide behind by perfect Hazel eyes 

Behind my cigarette smoke 

Please don't get to close 

You might just find a boy with no piece feeling like his no plac...

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GUN LAW

The comforting feel of a blued steel weapon does it every time

the solid trust you put in it.

the protection it affords

the ownership is where it starts

takes you all the way

we ain't gonna let that go, no way Jose. 

 

It's what we was brought up with

it's about what we won't put up with

it's a territorial thing we take up arms,

when a situation develops where others ...

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Also by ray pool:

FALSE WIDOW - THE SEQUEL | WAR CHANT |

The Chisel

I stood and watched my dad, entranced,

as he chiselled a hole into a table's leg.

The chisel was a wand in this strong man’s hand,

As he strove to make that table stand.

 

His hammer met the chisel’s head, precisely,

Time after time, and time after time again,

carving and slicing into the wood’s bright grain.

Until he brusquely brushed the shavings away,

Like a conjuror ...

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Also by John Botterill:

A Golf Lesson | History is Bunk | J.G.Barwell's Radio Show | An Elegy from a Malton Graveyard | Rillington Motorbike Club | Reunion | Early Learning |

Relatively Speaking

So many tragic events have occurred 

For reasons we cannot conjure a clue

That someone from the future has never intervened

Tells me time travel can never be true

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Late Knight Shopping

Late Knight Shopping

When the gallant, valiantly

Do battle with the crowds

 

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A disturbance

Enter my world,
your very presence,
changes everything.
Potentials and propensities
merge, mould, into: 
she is not a fixture,
she is a fitting
in my world,
She flutters, flings, flummoxes,
acquires the shape of the word.
eyes sparkle — 
as I burn the last volume
of poems.
Eternal signs sigh over the ashes.
Letters tell of nightmares,
stone slabs become monster-statues
created by a...

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Also by John E Marks:

SURVIVAL | Poetry or Philosophy? | A satire of sorts | A place of recovery |  SNOW WHITE STARS | Suti | Lotta Continua. | A loving heart is truest wisdom | Gérard Manley Hopkins SJ | Towards the year's midnight | The Unpurged Images of Day | A Victorian Saturday Night | Empty | Blank slate | Winter of my Heart | Broken vessel | A permanent loss of happiness | Another place, another time | DRINKING WHERE THE RIVER BED IS DRY | The Swan with two Nicks | icons of the sun | Al Andalusia | As I rise, so will I burn | DAY OF THE DEAD - November 2, 2022 |

A franchise on my soul

 

I felt that my life was diminished

My smallest of dreams, suppressed

There stood before me a man of conviction
Asserting that I need not feel oppressed.

Like the pied piper he whistled, I listened

Of ancient arcadia, his land of hope

Where I could escape the rigours of conformity

That hung around my neck like a rope

Simply cradle in the soft arms of Morpheus

Safe, fro...

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Also by JD Russell:

Hope For Our Love | The Hairdressers Tale | Anxiety | The Minder | RAF Swinderby | Stay with me | One, Two, Three, More | No more the fool |

A father for us all

‘You’ve got a bum and a tum now!’ Remarked an old flame,
who’d changed her profession from social worker to children’s magician.

‘You might be greyer of hair,’ she said with a wink,
‘but I remember when you were as thin as a lath,
and though your raggedy existence has aged you somewhat,
you’re now strong, like a put-out-to-grass ox, 
if you’ll forgive my back-handed compliment.’

She lau...

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Also by Kevin Vose:

A truly Christian daughter | Young Dan | What makes us human? | A dreaming man | Here's to you, Mary Lou |

Day of Death

The neighbour's cat
brought a mouse into our garden
four limbs twitching
And from that jaw, those claws
I performed a rescue
but it was all for naught
and I tucked that little life
on the compost stack
hoping it found a comfy spot
to shuffle off

Out walking that same afternoon
on the pavement, on the path
a squirrel who'd tried to fly
but kissed the curb
such a sad sight
as I stro...

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Also by Tom:

If It Rains... | Gentleness |

deathliving

Eons traversed

I have this feeling  I know you so.

But not from this life or time line no.

It must be from lifetimes past one or two.

On mystical timelines as we traveled the cosmos through.

You ask how I know well, just call it a hunch.

Every time we chat my heart beats faster and I start to miss you a bunch.

On this plane of existence in this linear timeline.

We meet as strangers, aware at...

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Also by Danny Giesbrecht:

the signs of a true leader |

Pictures in Frames

As I amble through my days

people I love are no longer here,

but they frequently return to me

in unexpected moments

The memories often repeating

 

These keepsakes of them 

alight in my thoughts

and find purchase in a smile

 

Keeping them close to me

on a cold seashore in winter,

in my dark hours with hit-and-run rain,

and in pictures in frames

still tellin...

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Also by Mike McPeek:

Early Morning in Yosemite | The Suitcase | If | Thanksgiving, 2009 |

Hallo Nederland!

In our Lancashire home, in our Lancashire home,
We speak with a Lanky Twang ever so rare,
We’ve got some wet moorlands exceedingly bare,
If you want a few Mountains, we've got some to spare,
In our Lancashire home.

En Vrolijk Kerstmis!

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Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:

Anti-Social-ist Behaviour Dis-Order | Nostalgia | Their Favourite Things | Na Gaotha (The Winds) | Gaslight Charade | Poppy Rocks Bollocks | Autumn Leaves Haiku 俳句 | Counting One to Ten in Irish |

HollandKerstmisLancashireMountains

Perfect

Life is perfect but am not,

I just hope for the next big thing.

“This is perfect” is nothing but a theory,

A life on a TV screen is nothing but a lie too.

Show me a different perspective,

Where are mistakes accepted?

Irrespective of what I say

And do, is nothing but life

The next big thing to die for,

Is breathing my last breath.

Live for what you want, not

What yo...

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2022 Trev finally gets to Texas: A long time comin': Part 4 Midland to McAllen

Image: "The Beast" outside Clarks on arrival, I'd made really good time mainly due to the roads being surprisingly clear, and The Beast having plenty of power. In the background is The Royal Standard Clark flew to celebrate my arrival and let others know I was there. He is pictured in the backgound with his friend Blanca

 

 

23.11.22 – 90) Alarm rings I wake to find last nights events sti...

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Also by Trev the Road Poet:

2022 Trev finally gets to Texas: A long time comin': Part 4 Midland | 2022 Trev finally gets to Texas: A long time comin': Part 3 Austin to Midland | 2022 Trev finally gets to Texas: A long time comin': Part 2 Austin | 2022 Trev finally gets to Texas: A long time comin': Part 1 The Journey Out |

The Things I Carry

You told me once when we talked about the things we carried
That I was a little too vague
And I thought then, and still do now
That it's because I'm a little too vague
The things I carry aren't set in stone
They are abstract and unsure and hard to put to words
They are feelings and thoughts only half-formed
They are like lines of a poem never quite heard
So, I carry the snippets of long-he...

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Also by Key Snow:

This One Is For Every Friendship Lost |

the things I carryWho are YouWho am iSorting thoughtsresponse to a teacherschool dayscarry onResilienceangerhow do i articulate me

Serendipity.

Serendipity found me

On this cold, lacklustre dawn

Her gracious hand reached out

And she wrapped me 

In good fortune

 

What  a gift she gave!

She followed me so joyously

As she sang her unexpected tune

Such that sent the clouds adrift 

And made the flowers bloom

 

 

She pushed away the night’s long slumber

She usurped the fading moon

Her arrival breathe...

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Also by Clare:

My Pen doesn't Flutter |

Country Life

Metropolitan Man wears the mask of the commuter.
Faces Today's challenges via trusty computer.

Odd, him looking down from a mountain top.

Wholely beautiful, there is a lake of silver
     perfectly still but for a distant man
          ant-busy at the edge.

A fisherman's son of an age
     with the work-wear swaddling him,
          the jumble of tired equipment
                and ...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

The Musician's Bleeding Fingers | News | On The Plus Side | An Age Thing | Spanish Guitar | Wider World | Dreamer To Dreamer Speaks | Your Humble Poet | The Luminous Poets | Latest Developments | Piano |

words

words

clumsy wrong
insistent strong
quiet along
turn
centre unfold
shedding collapse
feeling relapse
heart synapse
syntax
 maths
counting circles
cycles mooning
waiting hold
biting lips
biting teeth
biting you
bleeding me.

 

 

(2021)

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Also by nicola van straaten:

circley | into it it | strength | V | you can breathe easy | don't despair | right here on the edge |

every night

it’s really hard to sleep in a cold bed.

with every move the cold screams , “you’re alone!”

no one to hold & no one holding you.

you don’t exist - you’re unknown

to this harsh world and ,

yet , full of love & warmth ,

every night , it’s the same pattern. 

every night , the cold shocks the skin.

every night , you recall the fact that you are alone. 

the bed laughs as you ...

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Hint Of Skullduggery

A beautiful, serene start to the day 
with the slightest hint of skullduggery 
Early, eerie mist paints a picture 
with the coral like silhouette of a tree 

The sun is simmering against the clouds
from the depths gentle wisps are reaching out
The most wonderful way to start the day
of that, I’m sure no one could ever doubt  

Photo credit Dr Amir Khan

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Also by julie callaghan:

Crimson Leaves | Recharge | Brain Freeze | Misty Sunrise | Robin | Soupy Abyss | Cumbrian Forest | Depths Of Autumn | Fiery Heavens | Delicate Sunrise | The Simple Things | Goldfinch | Last Hurrah | Standing Still | Gold Confetti |

No More War!

The generals fry in their fat,

The spokesman spouts his usual junk;

The sergeant’s barking will fall flat,

The new recruit has trashed his bunk.

 

The rumpus at the front is still;

Noise of mortal combat ceases.

Exhausted soldiers, trained to kill,

Break their weapons into pieces.

 

They hug their foes and swap their hopes

Of lives soon filled with joy and art;

...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

The Lowest of the Low | Rough Sleeper | Przewodow | Luxury | Mykolaiv Zoo | A Song for Ukraine | Armageddon |

warUkraine

Prayer

I don't know how to reach you

my darling

as you suffer & self-destruct

-- & so I turn to prayer.

I can't re-arrange this

I can't soften this

I can't solve this

--& so I turn to prayer.

How do I pray my darling?

Waves & waves of love,

waves & waves of forgiveness,

waves & waves of hope.

Oh may these waves reach you

my darling

& wash over you

with blessin...

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Also by Hélène:

Angel Wings | Getting Help | Like Water | Divine | Her Prayer Beads | Balance | Holiday Gathering | Meeting the Day | Live in the Light | Freedom | Learning to Shift | Oh How I Love! | Opening | Cocooned | Arriving & Leaving | Little Boat | Nap Time | Keep Trying | House to House | Winds | Good Enough | The Long Journey | In Our Hearts | This Moment | Learning to Sew | Movement | Break Through | Cleaning House | Rain | An Army of Angels | A Day | Cat | Silence of the Hummingbird | I Am (affirmation poem) | As Far Back As You Can | Morning Air |

Complainers Complaint

 

The complainers complaint
is a constant refrain

"Woe is me -points-
they're all to blame!
I'm squeezed in the middle
by those with no name
pity me not them
they're all to blame!

why don't they just send 'em  
all off to jail?
give to me not to them
coz they want the same,

give to me not to them
coz they're all to blame
them paki's and blacks
them poles and the lame
the u...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Ancient Ruin | Recollection |

always moving, dont get too attached.

immediately after i finish a book i have to start another. 

 

rinse and repeat. always moving. don’t get too attached. 

 

i worry that if i don’t pick up another book immediately i may never do so again

i fear i’ll become forever lost in the chasm 

grasping for characters who’s stories have ended and unable to move onto the next

if i didn’t fear the nothingness i could learn m...

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painabandonmentscared

Irretrievably lost

Noxious gasses bleed the sun,
The gashes in arms feed the blossum,
Feathers fell and dug down deep,
Never more forgetting,
The cauldron falls in cornered lips,
The building bustle in the stream,
Castrated the cow and godless famine,
The death of the poor did bring a smile,
Another day and other shallow,
Wading in the depths of despair.

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Also by Alita Moore:

Imaginary Children |

Critical

Imagine freedom being tied

To how far you can run

Be it from a gun,

your mum

Running from expectations

You're acting like a bum

Someone's son

To succumb to banal pleasures

You bum

Experienced pleanty these few years

But yet still

A master of none

 

The cat has 9 lives

You live to tell one tale

You've been given plenty of opportunities

And yet you fai...

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Also by Jamal Buchanan:

Excess |

poetryfamilyYearningbecoming

TAINTED

Tainted words are like shadows

Amid your weak sunny days

Tainted dreams are like the mud

On your black patent leather shoes

You cannot walk towards your hope

Having these sorrowful feet

And with a barefaced kind

Of friend hidden on your mind

Tainted whispers are like a curse

With the promises you've broken

Maybe a thousand times

A sudden storm taints the breeze

...

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poetrypoets

Wrong Spaces

I am, he thought, not where I want to be

Or should be, I feel misplaced
Lost, a missed opportunity.

My frame has drifted far away from me

The faded space is left to see,

The hook is still there, no hanging now, but empty.

My square peg has been hammered

Into this round hole.

My lines are stammered, fluffed my starring role

The curtain falls,

An open goal is scuffed,,

...

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Also by mike booth:

To be young again |

Don't Mess With Your Elders

Kidder?? your right wing commentary

Means nothing to me. 

I could metaphorically-

Punch out your teeth

With a single blow.

So?

If you *see* that I'm middle aged

It should persuade 

You

To *not* think you can troll

This mid-50's Barbie doll.

You're an amoeba

Brained jerk

Who lurks

In 'moms' basement.

The encasement

Of your brain

With the hardened c...

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Also by Jo Callisto:

Elon Musk Smells Of Wee | Imprint | Tangles | Hideous Gomphidius | I'm In Hell | There's No YOU There | Can You Just Not | This Isn't The Way | Revenge Of Pancake Man | Hope | Why Is Donald Trump? | Wavelengths | Wavelengths |

THE PUTIN SYNDROME

Beware of short men in positions of power

Looking for ways to make their mean weeds flower.

Hurrying and harrying the gullible that we see go.....

Following the long legs of a monstrous ego.

..................................................................................

 

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

PUTIN AND SOLDIERS' MOTHERS | YOU ARE THE MUSIC | A QUESTION OF DISCRIMINATION | TURNING THE CLOCKS BACK |

Any other Winners of this particular competition on Write Out Loud?

http://culturematters.org.uk/index.php/arts/poetry/item/4122-the-shouting-tories

 

In all my years of writing bad poetry and doggerel, never in my wildest dreams would I imagine that I would be one of the 5 winners in an Award Anthology but that is exactly what has happened and I was stopped by police (for this is a police state) running so fast to the Building Society to pay the cheque for ...

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Also by Red Button:

The Moon as a Fishing Buoy in Bermo |

FAIRY LIGHTS

 

Before you put them away neatly coiled last year you checked them and they worked.

You took them out this year and they have inextricably entangled themselves; and they don’t work.

You wonder why, but you needn’t.  The answer is in the name, Fairy Lights.  It is, of course, the fairies who make them work.

But where ever there are fairies there are hobgoblins and it is their work to s...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM | THE RELUCTANT MONARCHIST | BIG JUD ET AL | GREGGS VOUCHERS | INVISIBLE | THE LINE AND SQUARE | MY FIRST... | MINOR SIN |

The significance of a pillow

You adjusted the pillow so tenderly under my head while we fucked,

I had never experienced consideration like that before, it felt so intimate.

It was so humane.

You detected my discomfort and cared enough to act.

You cared.

You acted.

I admit, it was exactly what I was longing for.

 

I am terrified.

 

Now, I must wait with white knuckles, choking on my breath.

...

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Also by M. Smith:

Intentionality |

love poems

Barbara

with the last lines borrowed from Kaveh Akbar

------

Tension begins here:

My bleed/my break

the line one curves over slopes

the crevice cascading two-pulicitous over an edge

the stream of over-consciousness squelched in bliss

Return with me now, 

wind humming honey

a touch filled with ache

when silence lingers in our throats 

You sit with me now

distance a year ...

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Also by Mel:

refusal is slow |

Quirkypoemlong poemsinterestingalternative

Gray Man

She holds her tongue for a gray man 
with a smoking jacket and whispered I love you’s. 
She holds her tongue for crumbs on countertops, 
hairs on bathroom sinks, unwashed hands 
and mornings with unbrushed teeth.

She holds on for passionate kisses and long embraces  
that heat up to a thousand degrees under the sheets. 

She presses on for those hard fought moments. 
She gasps for air b...

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Also by kimberly:

Under the Covers | Tossed Asides |

Mon amour, thy word

Mon amour, you make,
Restless; my heart,
Such things, it's heard,
Yet, what keeps me going...
Mon amour, thy word

Disguised as fine,
The Concealed jealousy,
Often seems absurd..
Yet, what keeps me going,
Mon amour, thy word

Servile ; i stayed 
Waiting for you,
as the memories blurred,
Yet, what kept me going,
Mon amour, thy word

Been too fragile, 
Hurt my feelings...
just as...

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The Rona Effect

The Rona Effect

Brain that feels like hollow

Night sweats and body aches

With mash potato body to follow

 

Ten hours sleep

But still so hazy

Unable to focus

Like I’m halfway between hungover and crazy

 

Hacking cough and congestion

Mental health in question

 

More sleep please

Oh wait— no— I’m wired

How is my body blocking my zzzz’s

When I’m so damn ...

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Black Sapote

is that chocolate?

Your wife is shocked that your fruit

is not chocolate.

 

(From a haiku poetry book 'Fruit Haiku' in development - likely to be finished in 2023 or 2024.  A Black Sapote is a species of persimmon. Common names include chocolate pudding fruit, black soapapple and zapote prieto. The tropical fruit tree is native to Mexico, Central America, and Colombia. The common name...

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Also by Andy N:

Charity Anthology Submissions Wanted |

Defy, decay

Defy, decay

I often wonder

About the last leaf on the tree

And whether there is a leaf

That refuses to wither

To decay, to die

To remain as soft

Lissome, and lithe

As the day it first grew

On the tree

And not just a memory

Of a memory

That we hold

In a photograph

Of a love

In the first bloom of spring

And days of light

And sun without end

Long ...

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The Wind

The sound of wind

The lights are dimmed

Watch the trees swaying side by side

Similar to an unpredictable tide

Let this wind erase your pain

Without leaving any harsh stains

The breeze brushing against your skin

Closing your eyes knowing you can win

Feeling the cold touch your body

Gazing at the clouds, since it isn’t foggy

Such a beautiful feeling inside out

Don’t ...

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Fence line

Doves on the fence line, shedding the morning rain
Sitting in this quiet fog with me
First sleepless night in a while, but I'm more awake now
Third cigarette down, shaking cups of hot black coffee
Mornings are the best, and the worst, sometimes both at once
The roof drips staccato in the garden, old friends shedding leaves
There is something peaceful in the birds, these dying peppers in the ...

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Also by sandbar:

A river with no name |

The Ghosts of Qatar


        

Can you hear a sob and wail.
In this sorry World Cup tale.
Above the roar of every goal.
Listen out for every lost soul.

Beneath the sunny Qatari skies.
Listen to their desperate cries.
How many died, it's hard to tell?
Slave labour, in conditions of hell.

In the desert heat, toiling away.
Brutal conditions, pittance of pay.
Families left to mourn and weep.
Ghosts of Q...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

The Ugly Game | A Dangerous Man | One More To Begin | The Black Jelly Baby |

A little girl that got lost

My dad gave me a pair of glasses when I was about 5

It confused me a little

He said, “This is the only thing you’ll ever need.” 

“This will keep you as my little girl,” he said

He put it on and looked at me with a smile

With a warm one, I could see he liked it this way

I wondered back then if the warmth would cool if I took it off

but I didn’t want to find out so soon

I cou...

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Also by Lisa Harris:

Close the door | Write a happy poem she said | The one with depression | Cause I Can't Remember | the 5th kitten | Rose | Colours | You Showed Me | The unattainable spark of life | How to love thyself? | Cause I remember |

FamilytraumasadnessDaddy issues

Surf...

The surf gladly births

foolhardy Aphrodite, 

to be dressed 

in all the superlatives

of idolatry; yet

the same surf

swiftly buries Aegeus, 

to be forsaken

like a postscript 

within the waves 

that he names;

an elemental nascence

and death's dreaded cadence,

a dichotomy of the sea,

bathing the essence

of myth after myth...

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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

Ramshackle | Nobody. |

I need to see clearly now

I need to see clearly now

 

We are caught and entagled in a synthetic web

the recipients of fake news, the victims of deceit

Confused and bewlidered we stagger about

mentally dull and spiritually exhausted

We flounder and stumble from pillar to post

lost in a world, a web that entices and seduces us

 

My eyes are dimmed, my heart flags

yet resistence is only a step aw...

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Also by keith jeffries:

In the twinkling of an eye | The Edge of Emptiness | Quiet Desperation | The River of Babylon | This War |

Silent Wash

It’s a direct drive of fifty litres

From me to you.

Six hundred miles north

Until I’m resting my eyes on your face:

That soothing easy care

From the dial and touch

Of your features

 

The mixed fabric of your voice

Trickling through my cells.

 

I am freestanding

But will bloom

When you enter the room.

 

Until then,

I’m in this intensive

...

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washingmachinelovedelicatedrivingjourneylongdistanceinspiration

Family Tree

 

Her wrinkled hand took hold of his

as she sang a grand old song

Her grandson  looked at it & said:

You've been in the bath too long!

 

She said, "Those creases are like  the circles 

within a wonderful tree!

It shows how long I've been around

How long that I've been me!"

 

There's a lot of creases there, Grandma

They've spread right up to your face!

I recko...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

Jeepers creepers | Please Remember Me |

lifefamily

Dreams

If there's a need to 

Wake up from a dream 

(If i am in one)

I'll simply close my eyes

And will go to sleep

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dreamspainpoetrysarcasmtruthunconvention

Miracles do happen

It doesn't matter what you do or give to me

For I ain't expecting much from any human being. 

My expectations are from my Rabb alone

Who is the king of all kings and omnipotent Lord

 

If it would be real, it would have happened

Whether dreams, friendship or love 

Things that are fake and dramatized 

Ends sooner than begun 

 

Don't you dare expect from me that you can'...

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Also by Ghazala lari:

Life is just a test | Envy?? | World of deception | Equine therapy | 100 years |

The Stream

The Stream

 

Pit brown, eddies like molasses

Trout, their underbellies speckled

with mottled brown marks swim

inside a subterranean world

Ceaseless the water runs

Never the same pattern

As in life the moment passes

and can never be lived again.

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streamspeacefulwatchingnature

Payment.

No, you don't owe them a thing
But should you offer anything 
I pray it be kindness. 

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Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:

Dear Agony. | Wild Woman (17.) |

Just a Thought

We grow up with fantasies in our head

"Become more", naturally I said

That is all I want for you and I

 

It was only borrowed time

They were only doing what was in their heads

 

It IS worth sharing

But can it be?

 

What am I becoming?

What have I said?

Can someone share this with me? 

 

 

 

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Poetryfree verse

Idiomatic poem

Beggars aren't choosers

Only if you are a beggar

Or consider yourself one

You lose your liberties 

To choose and make choices 

 

Ships are safe in the harbours 

But that's not what ships are made for 

They are designed for the oceans and turbulence 

So if you are comfortably cozy in your corner 

Consider yourself docked for few hours 

After which you have to make a...

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Also by N.B:

Shoelaces | The tongue 👅 😋 | Until forever...... | Nostalgic winter season | The other side of the coin | See me Rise | Untitled | Don't assume nor presume |

hOPe (FuLly)

We live our lives in hope

From when we’re conscious of the world ,

We hope for something we know nothing of 

But what is hope 

A human state , that seals our fate 

Or manufactured in the brain

Or state of mind that keeps us sane

 

Hope is always round corner

Peeking out

A little chink that feeds the mind

Stops the world from going blind

Lifts the heart when thin...

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Also by Edbreathe:

Explain (again) | Autumn Knight | SLeeP |

The Moon Moves the Ocean (Hope Moves Me)

        i.
I wake up each morning
my mind wrapped around your body.

spiralling in an unbreakable circuit
round and round
bound by terminal planetary rings
orbiting around closed eye film trailers of you
moving through sleeps ghostly shadows
from my pillow, crawling up the wall onto the ceiling
before dropping onto and into me.

watching a candlelight burning in a lighthouse
lantern g...

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Also by Rob Cohen:

dreams + psychedelic drugs as inter~dimensional portals |

It’s hard finding the words 

To describe this feeling 

Alive, breathing in my thoughts 

In my grasp loosing meaning 

 

Someone chaining my voice 

Sucking the air i ought to be breathing 

Crushing the soil that I walk 

Ripping my dreams in pieces 

 

Making it clear it will never stop 

Not abiding to any reasoning 

Reaching an edge I never crossed 

Contemplatin...

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Also by racha:

Doors |

Raining in the changes

STREETS BECOME GULLIES

RIVERS BECOME INSURANCE CLAIMS

CARS BECOME PEDESTRIAN SPRAYERS

UMBRELLAS BECOME ABSOLUTE NECESSITIES 

AVOIDING PUDDLES BECOMES GAMES OF HOPSCOTCH

BIRD BATHS BECOME POINTLESS

LADIES NEW HAIR DO'S BECOME RATS TAILS

CENTRALLY  HEATED HOUSES BECOME WET CLOTHES SANCTUARIES

WATERPROOFS AND WELLIES BECOME THE LATEST FASHIONS

BUSES BECOME MOBILE SAUNAS

...

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It's occurred to me that I really love the kind of things that represent a beautiful but gentle sadness because it feels like the most accurate reflection of real life and it feels the most like home.

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Also by Steven J Fish:

After All | Mind Fog | The Bottle | Rest |

Poetrywriting to writeStranger sadness everyday lifehome

walking

"i know how to walk from here to there" 

okay, i muse back, 

"so walk through fires with me, walk through" 

i cant. i never have been able to. 

the places that i walk from are the mouths of cavernous houses. 

and from them ive only just realised i can leave.

"i will give you wings and a heart and a lust for the finer things"

good, i need an incentive.

"but you must act upon...

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Also by Nadia Coia:

ruddy farmers daughter | there's a couple sitting two seats in front |

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Lest They Forget

A village Remembrance service.

The same old hymns,

and pacifist sentiment.

Sun streams through

the memorial hall window

so that I can hardly see.

And when we come

to those words

and the bugle plays

and tears are wiped away

that same sun

has gone down, disappeared.

 

Why did we fight? Maybe

just to defend the British

belief in fair play, in sticking

t...

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Lola's Thoughts

My thoughts are clean

I am kind

I am free

I have strong boundaries

I am stronger than any

Spiritual Attacks

I am stronger than any

Evil eyes

Any low vibrating entities

Energies 

Or dark forces

My shadow and my light

Are very balanced

My angel and my demon

Are best friends

I am very sexy

Very sensual

Men get hard

Just from the thought of me

I...

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Also by Mama Lola:

My Name Is Sunshine | Tick Tock | A Reminder To My Inner Teenager |

November 2022 Collage Poem: The New Face

Lifeless monarch dances with Elvis and the Tall Man

Eternal caretaker roams the trysting fields, wraps his rictus

Grin round the empty gin bottle

 

Waiting for the announcement of a significant death

The clown shakes off his last cigarette

Haunted by the cold face of a living

Being, in an English winter of worried

Wives and broken men

 

The eternal caretaker stood ov...

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November collage poemthe New Face

Lower Flowers

Look at the art 
but don’t fall in 
it only leads to 

marginalization, 
poverty 
and death

 just remember
 these visions 
your entire life
 
leave them  in a corner 
of your mind 
while you work 

yourself to the bone 
heaven might come 
to resemble them

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Live Texting The South Bronx Middle School Parent Teacher Conference | Cops Come in All Shapes and Sizes | Pink Coast | Polite Company |

Cast away

Love is love they say as their loveless mouths spit each syllable like a foulness upon their tastebuds. All the while spouting poisonous scriptures on why your kind of love is not adhered to, not seen, not recognised.

 

And if it is not recognised, but you still dare to live outside their boundaries, you are cast away.

 

Family is everything, they speak as though that ought to be enoug...

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Also by F.Jae:

From up on the poppy hill | Onyx Eyes |

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December 24th

We're late and 
I am losing the battle.
his will is stronger 
than mine,
now he is holding 
the toothbrush
except he is not brushing his teeth
instead his smearing
toothpaste across
the smiling mouth
of his fabric crocodile,
while all I can manage
is to watch
weighted by what's 
still required to do,
feeling my oversized tiredness
weigh upon the thin springs
of his undersized matt...

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Also by Tom Harding:

Entropy | Napkin Equation |

Mumbo Jumbo Land

In furthest Mumbo Jumbo land

Where dragons take you by the hand

and show you fiery pits of fear

that burn and scar blood sweat and tear

 

In Whatever, Forever, Never land

Where stoic figures stalk the night

to horrify, take great delight

Bringing, angst, pain, terror, and fright

 

The very thought of what they do

Is enough to shred the nerves of you

and me, and ...

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Also by Rick Varden:

Colours that Bleed | Bonfire night blues |

We Live in Fear

We live in fear

Of putting the electricity on

We live in fear

Of the next bill to come

We freeze in desperation

As the gas dies down

 

We live in fear

Of people in dinghy boats,

Though we know none of them

 

They make us fear…

The bus we can’t catch

The train we can’t ride in

The pub we can’t go into

 

Whilst they unpack

Fresh Harrods s...

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cost of livingtories

The songs that I hear

The songs I hear,

So melodious and eloquent

The stories I read 

So intriguing and fluent

 

But, when I attempt to create 

What I think to be my literary best

My drivel could, really,

Drive a hornet from its nest.

I get the phrase,

Not the apt usage,

I wish to express,

Without sufficient verbiage!

I get the lingo right,

But not the intonation.

Or great r...

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Life On Review

Live it how you live it

I have sandboxed mine

I put thoughts to deeds

Bound to natural mistakes

But I choose the lessons

Free advice cost pain too

I too fuck up trying to love

 

Boys I keep think like I do

We share paths and words

Different work, same goals

Putting coins to good use

Sawing seeds to feed us later

Pimping shelters to houses

Time alone is for...

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Also by Lucas Chihinga:

Like A Rose |

THE TYRANT

THE TYRANT

As a child he kept amphibians

netted in the gentle stream,

fed maggots, worms and spiders;

enjoyed that savage ritual.

 

Along the seaside promenade

he'd pester grandma for another coin

to watch the clockwork execution:

a model man led out by guards

who dropped through a tiny trapdoor.

 

Later he amassed billions,

rose to power, eliminated rivals,

...

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Detachment | Agonizing Words

Detachment: the state of being objective or aloof.

Just a simple word with a simple meaning but with much importance in the life of a normal human being. We may never notice, but it's a virtue if you know when to detach yourself from a feeling, person, or habit. It may sound a bit awkward to people when you tell them just to detach themselves from something that used to have great importanc...

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Summat and Nuffin

Summat and Nuffin

 

Heard before seeing approaching train station;

bubbles of sound that he blows for beguiling

the purposive hordes in their panting impatience –

his smile isn’t worn by the faces that file in.

 

Sat cross-legged, upturned hat on the pavement,

he strives against platform announcements and sirens 

which torment the ears and evoke imprecations,

w...

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Also by penguin:

Study Day on Attachment |

Paper cuts

Cuts from pristine crisp yellow pages 

leading to a moonlit night 

beside the waves      

with the onomatopoeia of the lapping waters 

against your feet

and the warmth from the

fire beside

 

Cuts from letters

not pronouncing love

but charges for services with “friendly reminder” written in red

and an occasional congratulations 

and seasonal “vote for me”s

 

...

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Also by Poetique:

Rhetorical questions | Faux Roses |

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SHOULD SNOW WHITE CROSS THE BRIDGE?

Despaired Snow white was standing alone,

in the middle of broken bridge,

The bridge connecting her two worlds,

filling day and night with fidge.

One end symbolises freedom,

the moments of true existence,

the moments without fence,

the moments with happy sense,

paving way for upcoming moves of dance.

The other end is suffocating,

hands tied with rope,

life without a...

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Darkest Times

In the darkest times, there is always a light,

Someone who will hold you, or just sit with you,

when you are feeling doubt.

Maybe it's a person? Or maybe it's a dog? who looks at you with non-judging unconditional love,

and makes you know everything will be alright!

That makes you put  on your armour and continue to fight,

Because warriors might lose battles and even have scars,

...

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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗜 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗲𝗹𝗹

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 

𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

 

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 

𝐈 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 ...

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CELEBRATION OF DEMONS

Tonight's the night have you not heard

Toffee apples have been prepared 

Wonderful pumpkin carving creations 

Creepy decor and illuminations 

 

Monsters and zombies roam the streets 

Pointed hats webbed hands and feet 

Awakened corpses arise from their tombs 

Black cats and witches fly past on brooms 

 

Sightings of mummy's and trails of blood 

Are taking over the ...

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