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Irretrievable

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 |

Child crying in the dark ( myself )

Lift the lid of a long ago childhood

take out the figure of a small lonely boy

and stand him looking out of the window

of a filthy stinking stone floor kicthen

bereft of almost evrything usually seen in typical kitchens

including food of which there is hardly a scrap to be found

 

see the tears dripping from his young innocent eyes

at the end of each long days watching  fro...

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Also by LEON STOLGARD:

Non judgemental |

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

Poetry or Philosophy?

“And it’s just a box of rain
I don’t know who put it there
Believe it if you need it
Or leave it if you dare.”

 Songwriters: Philip Lesh / Robert C. Hunter

Philosophy or poetry?
Plato preferred philosophy,
He would, being a philosopher.
Poets, of course, are liars by profession,
We endeavour to give an air of truth
To airy nothings.
Poets, like children, personify ideas
Through...

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Also by John E Marks:

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 Golf Lesson

Don’t hit your grandad with a golf club, William,

it might just hurt, and it isn’t very kind.

He shouldn’t have laid it down in the hall,

leaving it out there, for you to find,

and I know he says that he doesn’t mind,

but his blood makes a mess upon the wall

and it’s a ten hour wait for an ambulance call.

The symptoms of a mild concussion

are difficult to detect at all.

...

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Also by John Botterill:

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

PINK WELLIES

When I first saw my girlfriend naked

I knew there was something wrong,

although she'd taken her clothes off

she still had her wellingtons on!       

 

She kept them on while making love

and despite the increased friction

I saw it my duty to carry on,

to abstain was a dereliction

 

Bought online they were shocking pink

with tartan straps on the tops

She dyed her ...

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Also by Telboy:

I'm a Celebrity etc | House of Shrines |

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

Dutch mountains.

Wat overblijft is leegte
begeerte begon richting het einde
hartstocht laaide onverwachts op
bestormde jou lach mijn stuifzand gedachten
krachtig bijtend langs de gekartelde muur zwammen
laat het los sterrenstof
beleef scheef gegroeide gevoelens omtrent ontluikende liefde.

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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 |

Crimson Leaves

There is nothing more enchanting 
than a woodland at this time of year
Shrouded in a cloak of fog and mist the hidden birds are all I hear 

Towering trees rise like tall giants 
from the earth they reach to the sky
Caught in the tight grip of autumn
the last  crimson leaves delight the eye

Photo credit Dr Amir Khan
 

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Also by julie callaghan:

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 |

Her Prayer Beads

I keep my grandmother's rosary

under my pillow

so when bad things happen,

sad phone calls late at night,

sad dreams through the night,

I hold it in my hand 

nestled under the pillow,

safe & warm,

dark black beads

cool to the touch,

Jesus on the cross

suffering,

little silver plate with Mother Mary image,

10 beads five times,

with 3 beads in between,

Fat...

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Also by Hélène:

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 |

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 |

Anti-Social-ist Behaviour Dis-Order

The following is my response to Red Button's recent post: https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2022/10/bemoaning-state-of-high-street.html

Britain’s been given

An Anti-Social-ist Behaviour Dis-Order,

The Tories flaunt it,

Like a naughty teen.

Britain’s ill, but can’t get treament,

Because of the cuts,

So the cuts on her wrists,

Are growing in number,

I’ve grown acc...

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Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:

Nostalgia | Their Favourite Things | Na Gaotha (The Winds) | GASLIGHT CHARADE | POPPY ROCKS BOLLOCKS | Autumn Leaves Haiku 俳句 | Counting One to Ten in Irish |

anti-socialismself-harmausterity

Hope For Our Love

 

You have said, that it has to be

Our future is no longer we.

There's always you, but without me.

I cling to our memories of what went before

Before you said we were no more,

With your suitcase in hand, you slammed the door.

 

It seems strange, yet clear to me, I'm

Unhappy being this carefree,

I want a second chance at being we.

I cling to our memories of what wen...

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Also by JD Russell:

The Hairdressers Tale | Anxiety | Naughty John and the Fire | The Minder | RAF Swinderby | Stay with me | One, Two, Three, More | No more the fool |

#LostLove

Any other Winners 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 |

Ode to a dying flower

I see you withering as nature decree's 

lovely Rose

bowing your beautiful head

and expiring from so beloved a presence

 

you were a participant of perfection

a daily miracle that once

capitulated with the Sun and the rain

 

sadly, gone shall you soon be

stooped with age-d growth

to slumber in your scarlet haven of repose

 

although one of so many

all will ...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

Swimming with loan sharks | Hang about! death is dead good! | What being here consists of | Zest | Closure | Cranial evictions | Squanderers | aT eACh oThErs tHrOaT | Permanent solution for the unfaithfuls | The way to learn nothing | Heartisically | Shadow jealousy | Water music | Hurrah for the bread salvagers! | Or is the road to revival too rocky? | While the Sun sleeps | tangled pattern | Discarded | hands on |

The Musician's Bleeding Fingers

 

A harp string plucked 
is a real flower plucked
the thorn is a private concern.

Scaling Jacob's ladder of bliss
arpeggios, rambling roses,
no upper limit in the air.

As light chords rise, what covenant filled skies!
Confirmation from the chorus
all that rings true is agreeable to all.

And in the moment's silence between notes
measured minds orientate themselves.
Not compasses...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

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 |

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

circley

circley-circling
back to this same moment
every time but always
different some, different
much. round and round.
(i'm) tired and deflated
(i'm) scattered and frustrated (i'm)
escaping and avoiding
 my grief in screen
 and  moving ideas that
end up my brain.
i will write the words for strangers to read.
i'll get back on my bike.
i'll start again with breath and being.
i'll dream up an...

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Also by nicola van straaten:

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

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

Image: Early morning in Midland shortly after sunup, outside the motel whjere I was staying, it was cold and would be for most of the time I was stayng there.

 

 

 

 

18.11.22 - 71) Last night went alright, for me an’ Chris it was a delight

I shared my rhyme, in Midland for the first time

This morning it’s clear with a chill in the air. The cold winds still there

So breakfa...

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Also by Trev the Road Poet:

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 |

Lady of awesomeness

She only has to write a few poem fuelling words

and already they are powerful enough 

to send a metaphorical rocket to a metaphorical Moon

 

She pens one last full stop

and the enormously winged masterpiece

leaves the page on its flight

to world wide noteriety

 

In the past when her mind went inspirational word hunting

it would explore the universal sized realms of he...

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Also by Bethany Sallis:

Overdue clarification of a Fathers worth | After the Sun logs on | Getting my thoughts into a thinking twist | Sh! no names mentioned! | Box office enquiry | Continual rise | Wasted Son | Two thieves | Pardon my disbelief |

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 |

Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 37 of 230:  RODEO DRIVE

Poem 37 of 230:  RODEO DRIVE

On visiting Los Angeles,
    I thought I’d walk Rodeo Drive;
I’d passed a few up-market shops
    When an hombre said:  “Take one please.”

‘Twas info. on exploitation,
    Which I read that night in my room;
It mentioned of the unfair gap -
    Sweatshop-wages to profit-on.

I left him to visit the john,
    Which was all clad in marble stone;
Then I wa...

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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 |

I believe

taking care not to slip

I overstride the bottom stair

of November and keen my ear

as the fates murmur their annual

carol of hope wishes and dreams

for the arrival of a white Christmas,

a passive glance to the pathetic

stinging drizzle outside augers

treacherously long odds

albeit much can happen in a month,

early decorations have already

begun to blossom like gaudy...

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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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FALSE WIDOW - THE SEQUEL

I know they're under the eaves scheming

for a next move nothing left to chance. 

My torch reveals one taking the outside air at night

in a strung rocking chair,

a perfect design in its world of complexity. 

By day nothing is visible except threads

in corners, where futures are made. 

 

A sense of privilege holds me back from destroying them

allowing full rein over my dis...

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Also by ray pool:

WAR CHANT |

Young Dan

Young Dan
Grandad Flanagan sat on his stool to tell the children a tale he called,
‘Where there’s a walrus there is a way’.


‘Young Dan from Ireland’s lovely Dingle was always in trouble at school.
But it all changed when he found Wally, an amphibian mammal,
who, due to pollution, wouldn’t enter Mallybotton bay,
and so found herself in some distress.

But a cruising dolphin asked a seagu...

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Also by Kevin Vose:

What makes us human? | A dreaming man | Mary Lou wanders |

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 scribble:

A river with no name |

IF I WERE AT MY BROTHER'S TOMB

IF I WERE AT MY BROTHER’S TOMB

 

If I were at my brother’s tomb I’d cry -

I’d say “well, it should’ve been me!”

My brother was that intelligent guy

who first proposed that <BEE>

 

might well soon ensue from @

in the international language alphabet…

he was – and is – such a cool cat -

and how could I ever forget

 

that dream I had when I was young -

his fac...

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Also by JOHN F B TUCKER:

ON MY LIST | CUMULO-NIMBUS HAIR | THROUGH THE ROOF | WHICHAM VALLEY AS A SCRATCH ON A CD | TWO VISIONS OF WINTER |

The Lowest of the Low

In a way, it reminds me of my brother,

Who lived for seven days in nineteen forty-eight.

A young life was snuffed out, barely begun,

And Mum and Dad’s heartbreak never really healed.

George. I still have his birth certificate.

Medicine was less advanced back then

But everyone involved did their level best

To keep him in this world. No one was to blame.

Unlike in today’s new...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

Rough Sleeper | Przewodow | Luxury | Mykolaiv Zoo | A Song for Ukraine | Armageddon |

Ukraine

My Pen doesn't Flutter

Another punch to the gut

That’s how it feels

When my words hit the page

 

My pen doesn’t flutter

Like a butterfly

My pen is a sword

A weapon that wields anger

Melded with sadness

And rage

 

These letters

Made up of vowels wrapped

Around lazy consonants

They paint a picture

Of torment and loss

 

My ink digs in deep

Finding places in me

That I...

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Early Morning in Yosemite

Experimenting, we placed the moon

on various branches of the pines

while the morning was still very new

 

We considered the jealous stars above,

those not ready to depart the dawn

Amidst the chill of the Autumn air

they were invited to join us here

in our temple among the trees

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Also by Mike McPeek:

The Suitcase | If | Thanksgiving, 2009 |

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 |

Jack & Jill

Jack, being a responsible lad, before going up the hill

took Jill to the clinic and put her on the pill.

 

But Jill, being a devious girl with her body clock ticking

didn't take the pill before she let him put his dick in,

four months down the line she felt the baby kicking.

 

Jack went mad and said you've ruined my bloody life.

Jill said you can fuck right off I'm not your...

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Also by Reggie's Ghost:

Keeping It Warm | Running Through the Silence |

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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#dreams#pain#poetry#sarcasm#truth#unconvention

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 |

Wishes and wants

I want to be as hot as the sun,

As bold as the ocean.

I want to shaped like a perfect, pretty, pink heart,

And painted by Di Vinci himself.

I wish to be as beautiful as Cleopatra,

Yet as poisonous as a snake.

I wish to be happy with long hair, and shiny ivory skin, as plump and picturesque as one can be.

Let this not be jealousy,

Let this be the truth.

Let me not be engu...

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Also by Isabella Clarkson:

Breezy day. | We are human. We are women. |

Self lovegrowthjealousyinsecuritiesgrowing older

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 |

If It Rains...

You say the world is beautiful
you say the world is sad
And all I have to add
is that it can be 
so much more than that
but you must let it in…

You won’t walk on the beach
you say the sand will soil your soles
The lapping waves
like slathering tongues
will only taste you
and you won’t let it in…

O, won’t you come and see
the seasons with me
Won’t you come and see
this world of s...

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Also by Tom:

Gentleness |

Ancient Ruin

 

 

The hour is slim!

the time to entwine

with her and

with advantage inhale

the heavy offering

from between the jaws

of her open thighs.

 

Persephone's tasty flesh

renders her cleft

of wet truth-

she can slake this thirst-

can assuage my ache

when enthralled against

the serpent earth,

with legs knotted,

we lay tangled

in ancient ruin.

 

...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Recollection |

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 |

equalityloveacceptancebeliefracegender/sexualityreligionunconditional love

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 living#tories

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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Comme C'est Avec Toi, C'est Avec Moi

Comme C'est Avec Toi, C'est Avec Moi

 

     It is windy here now, as the aurora moves closer,

all are gone to a terra-formed object for……….

 

     ………...I am here, still.

 

     My fleece is tight around my neck and body

for the cold and, no birds are apparent, or even, fly.

 

     I am ‘stayed’ as a stubborn that cannot and will not

uphold a disrespect for thi...

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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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DetachmentYouthTruth of LifeLove yourself

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 |

cutsgrowthlifehurt

the signs of a true leader

I am a true leader on top of my game leading by example 

and the name of the game is compassion and unconditional love 

nothing equals its power. It stops nuclear bombs in their tracks.

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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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#confession # admired

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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