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Little Victories

Following up with my doctor

with an online message

…this is good, that’s still a problem…

 

Sharing all the little embarrassments

as we often must, with those

who’ve taken the Hippocratic oath

 

While composing my missive

I let out a shout of triumph

startling my wife, just a bit

 

“What is going on?”, she asked

“I spelled diarrhea correctly”, I quickly rep...

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Also by Mike McPeek:

Cohabitation | At The Red Rock Cafe |

The Tree of Knowledge

We are taught that this is the way

The system of decay

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Also by New Shoes:

Be a Kid Again |

Martial Music

It’s always grounded in the two-four beat

of boot soles tramping across a field,

the plod of units across terrain

a general stakes his name on.

 

Holding the line, the kettle pounds

its rhythms of mutual fear. Embellished

with fifes, the snares are brash,

their prattle false as speeches

on recruitment day. Add some chimes

and majorettes, high-stepping,

winso...

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Also by David Cooke:

Gold | Magnesium |

Earning Eternity

when I had nothing left to give 

You gave me everything I will ever need

when spite and hate defined me

You loved me the most

 

the sound of a door closing scraped my bones

and You showed me the way of re-association 

distant planning and laughter set fire to my mind

You simply taught me the power of unending Love

 

I will never again condescend 

those gorgeous bei...

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Eternal Full Moon

Eternal Full Moon

 

Fitful angels squirming fraught with red burned demons                                           caught by fishermen drawing final breaths from Arctic seas.                                                                                          A catch once wild and free culled fatefully finally                                                                 crept up beh...

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Also by Grant Leonard Aspinall:

Dear Doctor | Time is Nothing | Blue on Mauve | Abyss | Behind that Jaguar | Barricade | The Grim Reaper | Poetry died by suicide | Harmony | Fast cars. | No Ordinary Planet |

1967 Coniston Water

Bluebird whistles in the air,

We were there, when

The bluebird dipped into the lake,

It reminds me of us, once singing sweetly

Then down,

Overcome by the black waters of indifference.

Bluebird rises up, not confidently

Spluttering shoreward, down, gone,

It reminds me of us, quick to love

Then speedily to oblivion.

Love remembered but hopelessly lost,

In those dark ...

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Also by JD Russell:

Bitter Colours | Not the worst thing? | Need some help? | Every day is Earthday | You Can't | Alliterative Dating | Is it too late to kick start a wasted life? | Diabetic Discography (Sung to the tune, Prince Charming by Adam and The Ants) | You Can’t Fly A Kite In The Rain | Life Has No Refund Policy | Ministry of Misanthopery | Stevie 1902 to 1971 | Happy ever after | Uxoricide | Wooden Flooring at the Bottom of our Stairs | Morning Canine Constitutional Stroll | Turgidity | I Don’t Know What Went So Wrong That Day | All about love (By a recently jilted lover) | Holidaying in Cardigan Bay | Yesterday, Today, No Tomorrow | Not Too Young to be a Pensioner | Miss |

Danny

Death,
I feel cold,
Sitting beside you.

An image of that man,
Yet unseen nor heard,
I speak it just out.

I am moon,
Which came way down,
The morning coffee.

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Also by Alita Moore:

Friendly reminder | My Burden | Lemon | Disappointment | The Vile Aisles | Death |

The Office

Pleasantries

nodding

feigning interest

eye contact.

What are they thinking? 

Look away.

The conversation - such that it is, slows…

eye contact again

a general inquiry as to some bullshit that I also do not care about.

Off it goes again

I’m not listening again

thinking about other things, 

anything.

Why don’t I care enough to listen?

Because they are the sa...

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Also by Bill Dodsworth:

Rosewater |

Conversationsoffice

Professional

How can we make parliament more professional?
this question was asked on the news tonight 
A question that surely should not need to be asked 
in any workplace that was managed right 

Surely our government is the highest office 
where the examples should be set
Surely parliament is the most important workplace 
where rule compliance should be met 
 

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Also by julie callaghan:

View From 30,000 Feet | Snapshot | Yorkshire Sunrise | Cherry Blossom | Ding Dong | For Jo | Poolside | Too Hot | Morning Stroll | Glowing Embers | Cherry Blossom | Blackpool Sunset | Spectacular Show | Rule Maker, Law Breaker | Dramatic Scene | Monumental Disgrace | Magnolia | Tired | Delightful Show | And The Award Goes To “Staged Event” By Stephen G | Hyacinth | The Prince and King Rat | The Air Of Spring | Early To Bed | Wordle And Quordle |

An unexpected challenger

A son of David pitched against a midget Goliath

but one who has such might behind him.

The ogre claiming he has come for a deliverance

(he was a man of cunning from his youth).

The other fighting in the simple name of freedom,

full well knowing the effect of The fetid Bear's breath

forever felt on their necks during decades past,

his razor-sharp claws ready to subdue, imprison...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Circulation |

Insomnia

 

12.38: The clock ticks slowly, my mind spins fast
Imaginings hover just out of reach,
how long can a minute last?

01.32: A dialogue in mind as I try, to unwind.
Imagine if I could send you a screen-shot.
of my mind. I'd save all these words.
No. that'd be absurd. 
I'd need a screen-shot of time.
To rhyme. 

01.48: I'm going to oversleep,
I'm going to be late.
Tick-tock. Tick...

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Also by John E Marks:

The last Byzantine | Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought | The blossomest blossom | For the Azov Brigade in Mariupol | The foggy, foggy dew | Harvest moon | Butterflies alight | Nova Roma | I'd like to walk that way again | Metamorphōsēs | End time | A warmish Easter long ago | Hearts are thrown at Strangers, aren’t they? | Pilgrim soul | ETC ETC PINK | Дух Нації" ("Nation's spirit") | Drinking where the river bed is dry | When an old cricketer leaves the crease | Troubadour | To feign | A settlement, of sorts | For Woody | Poem for an anonymous Moorish Poet on the defeat at Seville November 1248 | Go tell the Riverman | A lonely sailor boy | Children | Kassia: a bold and beautiful Byzantine poet | All souls |

The Hawthorne Tree at Night

The night time air grows still, chilled

The sun now well below the horizon

Children lie snugly in tidy beds and cots

Quiet, slumbering from a day of work and play

 

Grown-ups nod in the firelight’s glow

A ginger cat toasts his whiskers

Draped across the hearth

Like a discarded feather boa

 

Outside the black tom cat

Spits at a lone rust-coated fox

Who prowls its...

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Also by Brenda Wells:

The April Pink Full Moon | Bitter April Winds |

Red Sky at Night

Not many shepherds live around these parts,

But down the road the buildings are ablaze.

In semi-darkness, citizens with pails

Run like hares towards the smoky haze.

I stop one in passing. ‘I’m Jan,’ he says.

His features throb with duty and despair;

His younger friend stands polishing a gun.

Our lives are here, but could be anywhere.

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

Missile | The Slowing of Spring | Sir Harrison Birtwistle (1934-2022) | Let us pray | Tears | 'Grieving Ukrainian Mother' (As seen on TV) | Rain | Mariupol | Staged Event | First Trip To Kyiv, June 1996 | Professionals | Carnival |

Ukraine

The Hidden Lake

Take me to the hidden lake
let us wander through 
the valleys of your heart
Let us revel in the splendour
of all that rests within
Accumulations, it’s what we are
everything we’ve felt and seen

Let us swim in the hidden lake
in that secret world
deep at the core of you
Make it rain, bring forth the sun
We’ll watch the waters flow
across your canvas 
into the sea, into reality

Whe...

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Also by Tom:

Young Family In The Sunshine |

creativityartists

THE ONE WHOM TIME FORGOT

I came alive by night

brought the night to life,

music bled through every pore

a career of sound in black and white

black and white the piano keys,

and when the light came calling me

summoned again to stoke the fire in my veins

I played and prayed for the passing of time

its metre was my game. 

 

And now i've served that clarion call

I miss the calling not at all

...

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Also by ray pool:

WHILST IN PUTNEY | MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES | TAKE YOUR PARTNERS | AWAKENING | UNEXPLAINED WEIGHT LOSS |

VOGUE

Silk wraps baseball caps
Cotton bow ties on wedding hats
Vintage buttons on modern jackets
Handbags designed like crisp packets
Fishnet tights and lycra cling on
Printed t-shirts Jeans with bling on
Rara skirts with vivviene shirts
Tight mini dresses for all you flirts
Over the knee boots
Boots with studs on
Jogging bottoms and tops hoods on
Pattern socks odd socks if you're feeling sil...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

BORN INTO WAR | HAYLEY OVER THE ROAD | JUST INCASE | 40 |

Fashion poetryfashionanti fashion pressurevogue

"Thrall"

 

Stood up

Held back

Turned away

Bit lip

Silently swore

Left alone

Waited a lifetime

For her return.

 

words and images TH Carroll

 

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Hold back the louring sky! |

Oh Sweet Bird Of Youth

Don't fall from your perch
Oh sweet bird of youth
For life doesn't always 
Tell you the truth 

 

There's many who lie
Deep in their lies 
And hover around
Like unwanted flies

 

But, pay no heed
Oh sweet bird of youth
Ignore those who taunt
Or call you uncouth 

 

For you are the blossom 
The sweet morning dew
Unique to yourself 
The most beautiful you!

 

You're t...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

Knock, Knock! | Masquerade | Equilibrium (a re-post for Earth Day) | From The Hollow | Imodium | A Dead Good Night | Falling | Nymph | My Little Girl | Bad Seed |

Youthdaughter

City of Ibrahim/Abraham (A.S)

Dear souls of the city of Ibrahim

Why is it that you are still asleep

What more do you need 

Don't you have a legacy to carry

 

Dear souls of city of Babylon

Your history is oldest in the world

Where once the civilizations thrived

Of Mesopotamia along Euphrates and Tigris 

 

Dear people of the two great Rivers 

Can't you see what you inherited 

There are many a ...

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Also by Ghazala lari:

It's all from Allah/God Almighty | Ramadan Mubarak!!! |

Clouds

Look to the sky...clouds dark and grey.
But nature soon chases them all away.
It's God's way for a better day to create.
Then comes the sun, well worth the wait!

Now the day is warm, sunny and bright.
Because all those clouds are out of sight.
A bit like clouds, some people seem to me.
Casting their dark shadows, for all to see.

Frowned upon and disliked by one all all.
Clouds blow aw...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

Universe | Walls | Turn To Me | Minute 7 | Fears | Darkness Descending (For all those reds who helped) | Shoulder To Stone | Without Song |

20,000 care-home residents thrown to the wolves during the first covid wave

Our government should have looked ahead,

Before numerous care-homes became hot spots for the dead.

To 20,000 vulnerable , elderly residents we said a sad goodbye,

Spending their final hours confused and alone to die.

 

N.H.S. hospitals were allowed to discharge untested patients of declining years,

Throwing the care-home residents to the wolves and festering covid fears.

The r...

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DIRGE

It's the age of the humour-free ditty,

The depressing dirge of self-pity.

Why make others feel low

When you;re just too slow;

To run with the chance to be witty?.

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

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

GOD, MY DOG AND ME | LIFE IS BUT A JOKE | ROGUE | BACK AT SCHOOL? | PARTIAL | WHAT HAPPENED? | LONELINESS | FOOTBALL CRAZY |

Rainbow heart

Within the rainbow heart

Grows little happiness

Plucking the weeds 

Giving way to the seeds

 

Rainbow heart dances and sings 

It's time to play the heartiest tunes

Rain and sunshine to form the lovely crowd 

A party worth the love to see it grow 

 

There's a rainbow heart 

Playing my favourite tunes

Young and fresh voices sings 

An orchestra for a rainbow me 

...

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Also by Sunshine:

Truly yours forever and ever till eternity 💓 ❤ 💖 | Freeze | Pause | Infinity | Silent poem |

morphemic emissaries

As a projectile on its trajectory
the very kernel of a heart’s story
unfurls and beckons to those who care
allows for both sides, their minds declare
each line, each verse, each accentuated pause
altogether bring, joint longing; their inimitable cause

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Also by Red Brick Keshner:

last night | online poetry | tears you should have cried | with reckless abandon | pygmalean reverie |

crypticbardgalateusrkayarqiosexcalibardkesner

Sound

Out of the vastness

of silence, emanates

the restlessness of sound, 

to life duty-bound, 

conferring upon it

an affirmation of existence,

and a smiling potential 

that with a little persistence, 

those vagabond reverberations

may just be tamed

into a dulcet serenade...

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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

Oarless | Futility | A Sigh | Reluctant | Beware the dyads... | Specimen. |

Mother, Father and Me.

When I was little

I fancied the moon was home to my mother

Peeking out from under my covers

I would search for her face

I imagined her sitting

Next to the man in the moon

-Perhaps he was my father

 

Night after night

As my heart took flight

My eyes would shine bright

To imagine them hugging each other

 

Sadness would smother me

When the cloudy nights

Wo...

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Also by Clare:

I See You. | Glue | Living in Hope | Bling | Osmosis Of Emotion | Ready By Nine | The Eagle's Wedding | She Knows Her Worth | BOGOFF | Why? (A quick ditty before dinner.) | Sunshine and April Snow Showers |

Nan

Golden chips and golden hours

You beamed over us like gold sunflowers

 

Always stiving to provide

Always making us pleased

You took us on a plane

Over the gold Pyrenees

 

To the park a meander

And tea in the veranda

Games on the grass

Like the Mill Lane Olympics

And the 4 yard dash

 

The essence is there though some memories fade

You gave us pennies for...

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Easter Saturday, Benahavis

A gorge of towering cliffs;

the Guadalmina unseen

below the road. We visit

a park to feed rabbits

with carrots, take our turns

with party pieces

at the open-air theatre,

while other families wait

impatiently to photograph

and film first communioners,

one young girl bedecked

like a bride.

 

I read a poem from my phone

about Simon Armitage,  

Gillian perf...

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Also by Greg Freeman:

A ticket to die |

A History Lesson

As a child I found a stinking gas mask.

It consisted of decaying rubber and plastic.

Uncomfortable though it was, I tried it on,

Constricting my breathing.  As under a green sea, 

I saw my sister, smiling…

I didn’t keep it on for very long!

I flung it back into the drawer

With all the farthings and the ha’pennies

And a ration book, redundant relics

From the Second World...

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Also by John Botterill:

The Skylight | A Convenient Time | My Mother, Waving Goodbye. | Your Tears Returned | Hand in hand | After Life | Retirement Time Crush |

Magnification (again)

(resubmitted on account of probs with audio)

 

 

Magnification

 

 

     Solemnities hero be already dead -
for she never lived, was never there,
     Her favoured plunge had already
swanned to fantasy where meeting
minds were no longer chaste, nor
wanting loins expressing lions dare.


     The citadels of spite remained as
peoples strewn in tatters – navigate an open
h...

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naturedestruction of planet

Mocama

 

Swiftly she comes

Smoothly she ascends

Bright yellow petals flap in the wind

 

White brick soft shadows

Afternoon sun

Reflects tabletops, the glassy ones

 

Sleek wooden benches

Independent all day

Save when she sits to contemplate

 

Massive light fixtures

Flirty and fun

Urban Outfitters retro undone

 

Sculpture Park sweats next to

Cosmico sip...

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"GAMBLE RESPONSIBLY"

We’re hoping to see you returning again

To give us your hard-earned bunce

So make sure that you gamble responsibly though

Don’t lose all your outlay at once.

 

The last thing we want for our business

Is a punter that goes to the wall

Depleting our customer numbers

And not good for cash-flow at all.

 

Our public position is “Take Control”

And “Gamble Responsibly” to...

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Also by John Coopey:

FAIR COP | WHY DON'T WOMEN LIKE ME? | DANCES WITH WOLVES | DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES | ET IN TERRA PAX (In Chester Cathedral) | WAR! | THE DEATH OF IDEALISM | ENTRY MODERATED | HARRY POTTER |

Consistency

Keep the tips of my fingers callused,
The rings to my eye sockets,
Deep and purple.
I do not have the luxury of being lightning in a bottle,
I must make my presence known through substance,
Filling the sea of aspirations with my own,
Intoxicating and plentiful,
The key to any readers hearts,
My own suffering.
I will expose myself bare,
Devour my offering so that I may find release.
Unde...

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Also by Michael Berry:

You Will Never Know | Finally Concrete | Neurosis | Silence | Confrontation |

workpassionpoemsleep

SUM RRED

Think real hard

You best not forget

Some red that’s left

Off with the showerhead.

 

I sometimes forget all the people I saved and vice versa

But I never forget the stories I’ve spoken in tongue you’ve never heard of.

 

And now I remember nails pressed into skin

With your mouth wide open and spit rolling in.

 

I saw verses printed into ribcages and necks

And Shak...

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Also by Caleb Gorey:

Makes You Angry | Story |

What Shall We Call This?

Laughter and fun

Beautiful yellow sun

Gentle and warm touches

Which the heart clutches

Sweet jokes and banter

Let go of the anger

Does not feel the same

Just ease the fiery flame

The secret eye contact

Cannot resist for a fact

Soft and cuddly hugs

Not forgetting delicate arm rubs

The heart wanting to talk

How to start, let’s go for a walk

What shall we cal...

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How to be Happy

Work long hours
In a job
That you hate
Make a shedload
Of money
Spend it on stuff
You don’t need.
If that doesn’t 
Make you happy
Work longer hours
Make more money
Buy more stuff.
Do this until you are 
Too old to do it 
Any more.
If you’re still
Not happy
Then there must be
Something wrong
With you.
But I guess
You always knew that
Didn’t you.
(On behalf of the Economy
I t...

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UNTITLED 2

This world they say is cruel

This world they tell you people lie

But i prefer to have a taste myself 

This world, they tell you love is beautiful 

Dont i know it; that is all i long for

But i know better.

Everytime i let you in

Everytime, you showed me that the world was right

But i cant control my heart

For Everytime i let you go

A piece of me cracks

Now, everythi...

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I Had A Dream

I had a dream 

I was serving

in a government 

of the dead, 

 

I was the bulldog

the firefighter,

the master of

the excel spreadsheet

a puller of 

gold teeth 

 

I built the pivot table

I built the filter curve

that measured every wave

that thinned out

the herd.

 

I dreamt I 

was a lorry driver,

hauling through the night,

a forty tonne

...

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Peace is here

Peace is here

Sunday,24th Apr 2022

Where is He not there?

Why do we fear?

And refuse to go near!

When everything is clear!

nature is around

where peace is readily found

the fragrance is spread on the ground

we are all bound to go with it

Leave everything to him for consideration

you concentrate only on human relation

live peacefully as a good human being

and ...

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Also by Jadia4708au:

Kind nature | Life-The dark tunnel | Pay an attention-Woman | The child is born |

Jadia4708au

Spinning around

Everything feels spinning around
The table The clock The bed all seems to revolve round.

Last thing I remmber was drowning two pints of beer
With me and my pal it was all about cheers
Suddenly now am laying in my bed
And the sun at top of my head

With a heavy heave I pulled myself
Holding on for my life as if it was in hell
Somehow i managed to glup down a pill
Before my head again st...

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hangoverDrunkennessdrinks

Thank You India

 

Thank you India

 

I didn't realise so many people could fit 

In such a small place

Apparently it's even crazier in the North

It blows my mind 

But I'll believe it

 

Markets full of incense and flowers

And rainbow dyes to praise deities

Sweets made of sugar cane

 

Slaughtered chickens 

Being packed 

On the back of a tiny scooter

Being followed aroun...

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Also by Rasa Kabaila:

Tears | Dear Mama Bear | That Poor Man |

Yesterday must go.

I was in a bad way the other morning. 
I got lost in my head, thinking up horrible ideas that left me feeling ill. 
What is it that makes us act so miserably?
Is it by nature? 
The human condition is a crippling disease without a fix
The past will live to haunt you if you fail to make peace
I would know the pain of holding on better than anyone, because I myself cannot fathom the idea of let...

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Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:

Living in the Dark. | When Scars Fade. | Here I go to Carry On |

You Will Pay for This

On “Victory Day”  Knee deep in blood

 

The arms and limbs of the dead

Climb up you

In day and night terrors.

Murdered by you

 

Mothers

Fathers

Lovers

Sisters

brothers

children

&

Babies

 

All silenced by you

 

Your final solution…

Like the Jews in the ghetto.

All must go

 

But on your death bed

“Your god” whispers

...

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Also by David R Mellor:

In the Silence |

PutinUkraine

Nana's House

My sister says she’d always refuse
to give us any biscuits.
It still annoys her now.
But I don’t remember that.

On her own since ’79,
when Grandad fell, fractured his skull.
One way to end a party.
I don’t remember that.

We bonded over puzzle books,
Wordsearch and Logic Problems.
If there was anything else we shared,
I don’t remember that.

In her sitting room, in ’83,
Thorburn s...

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Also by Joe Williams:

Results |

Good bye

Death is a magnet

A black hole of no escape

Concentrating emotion in a vice like grip

Crushing the hearts of those left on the ship

 

With progress up the hill

Slowly step by step

Towards the final stillness of the grave

Above the tower St George, he waves

 

The last goodbye to all below

Framed against the clear blue sky

Peers down on grief and willow

Careful...

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Also by Edbreathe:

AbySS | Pirates | pOOl | Brother in law |

#NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) Haiku in Bloom 22:

barely in focus

the sun dazzles you walking

out of the forest.

 

 

 

 

The full archive can be found at:

https://onewriterandhispc.blogspot.com/2022/03/napowrimo-national-poetry-writing-month.html

#Haiku #Haikupoetry #Haikusequence #haikuada

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Also by Andy N:

#NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) Haiku in Bloom 9: | Haiku in Bloom (#NaPoWriMo - National Poetry Writing Month Day 3) | Haiku in Bloom (#NaPoWriMo - National Poetry Writing Month Day 1) |

HaikuHaikusequenceNaPoWriMo

Some Days

Some days you're the bug, some days you're the windshield
Some days you're the spider, on others, the fly
Some days you're a mountain, on others a molehill
Some days, you're the fog. On others, blue sky

Some days you're a David, on others Goliath
But often you might fail to see which is which
Some days you're the slingshot, some days you're the target
Some days you're the tire, on others,...

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Love

To my boyfriend, post fight 

21-04-22
 

 

Is it love? 
When feathery words laced in abundant trust 
And love bound kisses of confidentially 
Is thrust 
Forcefully into nasty shit 

Thrown from my mouth straight into my face 
Like a cowardly punch thrown 

My family 
You say
Lower, beneath you.
My mentally ill mother who sustained brain damage,
Claws through a heartless Irish...

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Family Feud

Something happened unexpectedly-
Unexpected to some, some time ago.
Someone was glared at accusingly 
By someone who didn't already know.

Something, someone, some time 
Has changed and moved forward.
Yet still exists a charge of a crime.
Someone is still looking backward,

Or is it us that are looking away? 
Who knows where it all started.
The truth is, its been too long to say
We ne...

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All Blown Up

A blow up doll in a blow up world

With a blow up face and blow up curls

That dangled around all over the place

But complimented her blow up face

 

A blow up kid in a blow up school

Who always struggled to keep the rules

Who one day took in a huge sharp pin

Cos all the children were making a din

 

So he popped all those blow up kids

Showed no remorse for what he did...

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Also by Rick Varden:

What’s Wrong? |

Launch of my fifth book, The Pleasure of Firing Back

My fifth book, dedicated to the memory of my father, will be launched on Weds 27th April, 7.30 pm at The Lamb, 94 Lamb's Conduit Street, WC1, and anyone reading this will be most welcome to attend. Wine.

The book, my third with Lapwing Publications, has poetry and prose over sixty pages. Here are two of the shorter poems it contains:

Wheat

These histories, all these histories,

descend ...

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Pollen

Even in our distant placements 
The wind carries your pollen
Covering my petals in the soot of your love 
Oh how I wish our roots could be together 
Sharing the beauty of rainfall as it soaks through the soil
I am one without you, but we are none without each other
Make this time go by, farewell my lover
 

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Also by Cody Roach:

Oh my marigold | Welcome to the light |

Home Truths

 

Here memorialised in verse
a family inclined to curse.
One by one lifted from their hell
portrayed as fair as time can tell.

Here's mother, father, sister, brother
grown apart but chained together.
Numbly to submit in monotone
their evidence sworn bone by bone.

The spirit of joy, pushed or fell,
into the deepest dankest well.
As one for once they make the claim
it's not them; i...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Sacred Salmon | For Daniel, Again | Requests | I clamboured, I scrambled, I slipped | Nocturne | Micromovements To Nirvana |

You Still Feel me Dont't You

You still feel me don’t you When the night is hushed And twilight sky silences The earth , when darkness Engulfs the land and shadows Overlook the airy night You still feel me don’t you In chambers of your heart That yearn for the softness Of my touch. You still feel Me don’t you, even after Unending memories and Auburn autumn has passed You still feel me don’t you I...

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Also by Leonie A Anderson:

Delectable | Granite Stones |

4 Years

I haven't had a single drink since 1992,

The year I first took heroin and started sniffing glue.

 

I haven't had a holiday since 1993,

The year I went to Brighton and caught typhus in the sea.

 

I haven't had a good night's sleep since 1994,

The year a fat Oasis fan moved in the house next door.

 

I haven't seen my mum and dad since 1995,

I locked them in the garden s...

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Sunday, April 17, 2022

Reading two poetry manuals I realize I’m not
writing poems each morning if they are
they’re modern. Chaotic, without rhythm,
rhyme, alliteration, imagery more
like crabbing diary reports
on daily politics or my aches
My perceptions: petty paltry
nothing new nothing to write home
about I should follow steps offered
by Kowit, Lockward read with intent
the exemplar poems given
I’m lazy I p...

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Also by K. Lynn:

(untitled) | (untitled) | My body and mind | Night Things | Friday, July 30, 2021 | Writing Life | Assay | My Plan | Outsiders | Laundry Day | The paint by number picture | The origin of my creativity | (untitled) | I Apologize | Skinnybones |

The Waves of Life

A child is born, a new and different soul

Who enters into changing waves of life

That carry him from birth until his death

Through sorrow, joy, despair and happiness.

 

The childhood starts as blessing and great joy

For caring parents that are nurturing

Before emerging in the cruel world

Where people always want what others have.

 

As growing up, the goals are aiming ...

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Also by Robert Neest:

The Last Judge |

life

SICK OF IT

I long for the days before the internet

When ignorance was bliss and life was carefree

Now with every ache and pain, I've become aware

Of just how many diseases it could be

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Also by Joe Marcello:

EXIT STAGE REICH | TURNING THE OTHER CHEEK |

Good

What good is Friday

When good is only good for those

Whose gold is still wet and warm

Recently taken from the neck’s arms and hands of others

Not that of a king’s ransom fair and square

But a fool’s gold

Of blood and deeds done

To pick the wealth that lies upon the ground

From battle fury fights of shame

Claiming this is rightfully theirs

Digging deep into the pocke...

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April 2022 Collage Poem: Deep Sea Darkness

Trailing long shadows ache and dissolve,

I just want to live in the womb warm flames of flesh

 

Nineteen year old poet in the waiting room

Trains turn up, like ideas, with no sense of

Past, present or future

 

Hidden deep in the ocean bottom, to 

Wait for another time, a better world.

The love train arrived as he gazed

At her tight behind

 

A massive attack of d...

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April Collage PoemDeep Sea Darkness

The Coming of a New Age

With every year's end - the advent marks the start of a new day,
as human kind we’re always growing wiser, furthermore, fully face to face with the task of taking baby steps toward a straight forward path —
It’s time to take a stand…
(With that being said: we really need to enjoy such a joyous occasion)
In an effort to boost morale; International Women’s Day should pronounce a two part holiday...

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The Doctor

Hey there little boy

I hear you've been sick

Well come on here

I've got your fix

 

It may sting at first

Things may even seem unclear

But, at it's worst

You may be coerced

Into feeling insincere

 

Do not run

It's fruitless to hide

For once things have begun

I am the only one by your side

 

Our meeting like this

A mere happenstance really

Howeve...

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Waiting Around

Just waitin’ around for that call for that smile

Just waitin’ around to wait around for awhile

Always waiting always expecting 

Always on the verge of disrespecting

Disrespect because its nature 

To want

And to get what you expect

Forces of nature force nature to feel discontent

Why?

Perhaps its part of the human myth

Ask and I will answer

Give and you shall get

...

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The Last Bus

It’s the end of the day

And It’s time to take the last bus home

I’ve travelled this road for many years

And when it comes to my final stop

I doubt if I’ll shed any tears

I’ll press the bell and slip through the doors

I won’t travel on that bus any more.

 

At the end of the day

Nothing lasts forever

Every winter gives way to spring

And it’s time to hop off the bus a...

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retirement

Walkabout With My Pen (Chants from Walkabouts - 1)

Poem 2 of 230:  WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN 

(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF C MAJOR: 

C2 F3 G2 G3 A2 A3 G2 G3
C2 G3 A2 A3 G2 G3 F2 F3
C2 A3 A2 A3 G2 G3 F2 F3
C2 G3 A2 G3 A2 G3 F2 F3

C2 F3 G2 G3 A2 A3 G2 G3
C2 F3 G2 G3 A2 G1 F1 F3)

Once drove an old sedan up north,
    From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
Then to Kuranda I went forth,
    By train, to look without set plans.

(Whistle and, somet...

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Meeting of Minds

what we can agree on

what we will fight for

 

what we can do without

what will take us to war

 

the meeting of minds

has been cancelled

 

we’re trying

to reschedule

 

we seem to have

a faulty connection

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

There will always be something else | The situation | New music work |

Alone or Lonely

Rocks me awake

Forces me to sleep

to isolate

to hate

to yearn

and to yell

then I Remember

it's always been this way

it's always been with me

Loneliness

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Beyond

I

don't need you to save me

only be near me

I want

        to sit quietly with you while we're working,

        I want

                to ride a two person bike together, or steer a canoe, & describe what is most beautiful

While

I gaze

on that which is

                         beyond beauty, beyond description, beyond what I dared to dream

the you

             o...

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Final Goodbye

It’s hard to say goodbye to someone that you once loved with all your heart!

It’s hard to realize that the time has come to let go and move on.

To move forward and heal your broken heart,

To say goodbye….

Goodbye to all the love that once kept you alive,

Goodbye to the future and dreams you build together; to the life you had.

The pain is so sharp, your heart wants to hold on jus...

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broken heartgoodbyesadlovetime to move on poemsLetting go of the pastpassion and sadness

Fear looses!

It followed me around,

Pinning me to the ground,

Whenever a challenge I faced

Or decided to run a race.

It always loomed large,

Pushing through like a barge,

Laying waste to my efforts,

Putting a spanner in all my works.

 

It’s taken me years to push it back

While making up for what I lack.

At last I think I have pushed through

With the help of near and dear few...

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Also by pallavitryingthings:

College years | Love bubble |

Traffic Lights

Traffic lights

 

Green

 

My eyes are wide open

And all I see is green

Emerald and jade

 

My dad has chucked me into the bricky pond

And I sink like a stone

The water is a soup of duckweed

Tainted with dead and rotting dogs

Un-wanted pets drowned by callous owners

 

“It’s character buildin’”

“Best way to learn how to swim”

And I accept my fate

 

...

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heavy headspace

I envy those who experience stillness.

A feeling which my mind is constantly searching for.

My internal monologue throwing my head back and forward and back again.

Blood being ghastly pumped through my aching limbs.

Must keep moving. Must keep moving.

My body a burden I must carry throughout all my days.

My mind a vampire sucking away my essence.

My lungs lost for air.

A...

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~LuCiD~

I am the feather of a bird,

I am the leaf on plants,

I am that beautiful flower with rare colors.

I am the chair, the chair you sit on,

I am the ground, the ground you walk on,

I am the ONE that listens.

 

I am the white in the dark clouds,

I am that plant in the wide desert,

I am the grain of sand that you take for granted,

I am the sea, I am what you seek.

 

I...

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My latest poem, published in the Spring edition of JerryJazzMusician.

.

Midnite Blue

1960 — could have been
any weekday night,
closing in on 11:30.
Most of the guys
had gone home.
I stayed on the corner
of King and Train,
outside of Aram’s Spa,

After tuning
the old Chevy’s radio
to HDH, I’d take down
one of the metal milk cases
from the stack
at the side of the store,
sit, lean back
against the brick wall
and wait for Midnite Blue
to slide i...

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Jazz poem DorchesterMA1960s

A Petal to Fade....

A petal to fade,

A day to shade,

A rainbow too bleak,

A heartbeat too weak,

The snow too gray,

No words to pray,

The heaven to cloud,

Not a tune to sound,

No green buds to bloom,

A lightning to gloom,

Not a dewdrop to shine,

Not a dreamy peak to climb…

 

And the soul can’t set at ease

Just because the heart does miss

The dear and special one –

That ...

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That Sinking Feeling

Love beckons me on

a tower of strength

Seductive says

carry me upstairs

Boring says

I'll rather not

Frivolous says

turn the light out

I'm waiting in bed

Lifesaver says

I can't do that

will loose my job

Not Working Out says

thinning fast relationship

floundering passionless rocks

Sailing Into The Sunset says

ex-lover still holds a

bright shinning b...

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Also by Nigel Astell:

Hey Diddle Diddle |

no love island here

Love Is God

God is love

Love is God

The biggest scam

The powers that be

Ever delivered to man

Was seperating him

From the almighty Jah

Divide and conquer

Began there 

At that very manipulated concept

Then led to the man and the woman themselves

Then the family dynamic

Then the community

And then society as a whole

United we stand

Divided we fall

Treating eachoth...

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The Glory of the Past

A dry leave reminds us the past
glory of the tree,
in the same way a lonely heart
tells us the days of love full
of joy and happiness in the past.

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lovesad

The lower case k

I wrote this for my typography class. We had to research and redesign our assigned letter over six weeks. I couldn't resist a punny opportunity...

 

In ks you forgot 

 

A clog in language

works quietly away

Like the ticks of a clock

Across time and space

 

Fit for a king

At the highest peak

In the deepest sink

Bows the humble k

 

It knocks on the doors

...

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Crionnacht

Sublime, surreal concept of love portrayed in our deepest of thoughts lies ahead,

Where sensuality gets wrapped in metaphysical texture of tedious lust........

A question that holds generation for ages where they whirl and whirl,

Trying to find an answer, alas! but getting caught in an enormous time-spiral...

Until their nebulous minds clinged over the esoteric reality located far beyo...

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An Ode To The Note Left On The Fridge Door

AN ODE TO THE NOTE LEFT ON THE FRIDGE DOOR

 

Not                              that it matters, but who could have foreseen the end of the world

That                             silky-sulky visceral notion dawning on the horizon

It                                  whispers in hot agitation about what

Matters                        and bothers shall not burden

But                ...

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Few Seconds at a time

It did indeed

Yes, you slipped away like a bottle of wine

And Taylor was right… you were never mine

Promised to another, but I took the risk

A knife that cuts deep, but you were a brick

You gave me what I needed, a few seconds at a time

But another had your whole, and that made me cry

Tears of joy a few seconds at a time

But as you fleed away, I had a hole inside

You we...

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Ballad of Burton Road... Under Parrs Wood original

Under Parr’s Wood

A Poem inspired by Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas, as read by Richard Burton, and set on Burton Road in Didsbury…

 

To begin at the beginning…or the end of the road, which is a kind of a beginning.

It is Spring, and the mosque stands guard, though few burqas promenade its street or frequent its bars. Its spire punctures the sky, echoes of the old Methodist Chapel, an...

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Also by mike booth:

Ballad of Bearded Chorlton | Fingers Crossed.. a poem for our times |

Bubble or void

Just like a bubble you disappeared, 
It was for years yet not enough. 

The affection and altruistic care,
it was just you and just you

You were a person till yesterday,
and today you are just a memory. 

I lost the only person who had cared for me, 
in this selfish and materialistic world. 

I wish and can just wish, 
If I could talk endlessly with you. 

And let my heart out, 
w...

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False Advertising

One thing I can't stand is false advertising,
Though it happens so much, it should not be surprising.
So while you think you are getting a wonderful deal,
Later you may discover those claims were not real.

When you make that transaction you may feel elated,
But when you get what is sent you may be deflated.
You may then be cross and you may be distressed.
You may feel foolish and are far ...

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Stuart VannerFalse AdvertisingCons

What matters

I don’t like the 

Headhunters 

I mean

Once upon a time 

I was up for it

Heads on poles

Warn the 

Fuckers

Away

Hearts on the sleeve 

And all that 

Clap trap

But now 

Now 

They haven’t even 

Got the decency 

To be 

Secret assassins 

They haven’t got the bottle

To shrink 

Your head 

Dress it up 

With a spell

Now they take you 

In...

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Destiny of men

Questions with intentions,

You’ll find things out of your expectations.

These are yours with nothing but your actions,

Just a fraction of your sins taints harshly.

Silent about how you view this world instantly,

It is possible you want nothing by now.  

Left response to responsibility to show,

How much of this world is lacking,

But most of it is slacking and backing out.

...

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C.B. pt. 2

You were beautiful, 

hansome downplays the way your eyes glare into my innermost being.

At the news that you were leaving, 

my hardened heart started to fracture at the corner.

your blue eyes, your dark hair, 

you were too good to be true

now my hope shatters like glass on concrete,

similarly to how your freckles scatter across your nose and cheeks.

Oh what could have been

...

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Time Will Tell

Is it really a new beginning?

Or just a start to another finish.

I suppose it could be a way to a means.

Or a means to an end.

Or maybe just an ending to another new beginning…

Only time will tell.

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