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And now she sleeps

I thought tonight 

When my daughter came to me 

And she’d woken up


The first thing I said 


It’s ok 

And I hugged her

Not are you ok

Or it will be ok 


what's the matter?

Just and simply 

It is ok

And I wonder 

Why we don’t say that 

To grown up children 



We say or do

Anything else

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

The lobster bucket |

Against the Grain


These trees have no source of income
beyond the earth 
and the sun.

They are the living sculptures
of this world:
now they are being felled, felled
as in Binsey, long ago,
by all those busy builders -

builders of roads to nowhere
roads to ruin
despoilers of the shadows, times, places.

'Candelabrum' April 1997.

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Also by John E Marks:

A promissory note | The dictatorship of the bureaucrats | Russia is burning | The Stolen Child | My hero! | Along the unhallowed way | Winter is coming | Rambling | Sneachta bán i Luimneach | Snow white in Limerick | An Aphrodite night | A Withering | The turbulence of a dalliance | An essential melancholy | Hiraeth | Holy Brokenness | brittle beauty | SKIN IS WEARING THIN | A rare descent | A sophomore sky | No place for love | Stewardship | The speech of angels | Christmas roses | Анна Ахматова | WAITING FOR NOVEMBER | Winter is Coming | Incident | The RUINS of NINEVEH | SOLVING | Anniversary of a genocide | Far Away | Pressure on the NHS | Haunted | circus mirror |


Tom was a taxi driver on his way to pick up a nun,

He"d always wanted to kiss one thought it would be fun.

So he picked her up and looked  her in the eye,

Asked her if she wouldn't mind giving it a try.


She asked him whether he was married or a Catholic.

He said,"No neither,"this did the trick.

He pulled over to the side and embraced her in a snog,

But suddenly he burst i...

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Also by hugh:

A parting due to hair loss | This poem is dedicated to my uncle who suddenly pasta away | A"P" error | All cows eat grass !! | A passion for spiders my lad had. | Got the sack by my boss Mike for checking a customer's balance !!! | A caterpillar rescued by a loving little girl | A plea to politicians.We need more bobbies on the beat !!! | Eat or Heat !!! | A slip up by a primary school teacher asking questions. | A greedy wife. | A young girl elated by a kind complement | August the 2nd ,my birthday !!! |

By the Sea

By the Sea



     I have come to dream again,

I have come to hear and sense the waves,

     I am ghosting ‘the free’ again as my naked body rests.


     A canvas dwelling has the salt close -

while a single malt is savoured, finely hoped,

     and here as wild as can be the lore relaxes a hunt,

          says that all will one day ‘still’ be fine.


     I ha...

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Also by ZTK Space:

An Awareness | Burials Honour | Too Cold To Snow, Too Painful To Cry |

The Sunflowers

They dance in the fields full of light
Their faces shine bright
Swaying to the unheard rhythm only they hear
They stand majestic 
A spectacular sight
They inspire even the most sullen..
You can't help but smile
 in their magic befallen
Even on days that are grey...
They seek their light from each other
Smiling away...
these fields of Sunflower
Helps me aspire, inspire, and transcend...

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Big men- - big guns

warriers with steely hearts




Ordinary men

extraordinary men

who carry within their breasts

a pounding fear


a fear for the life of their loved ones

a fear for their land

a fear of their deaths


ordinary men

extraordinary men

they fight

with courage beyond our understanding


we salute them for their bravery


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Also by Flyntland:


That Sunny Day

I saw the color yellow that day

In the sky

Through the light of the peephole

On your face


You were my yellow

A light that brought warmth to the cold stillness of life

Perhaps that's why I couldn't see it

I was blinded by everything I saw in you

All of the good things

Memories I cherish so much I can’t bear to write in words


That day I last saw you 

You tr...

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Also by purplemoon:

The Darkness in Tow |


In the mirror I saw my own fragility 

Sagging contours weighed heavy by age

An arid landscape of fissures and brushland 

Time had eaten away its lustre 

Leaving a fallow space

The eyes, once sparkled crystal blue

Now faded pale & weary

I studied this ageing fossil 

This reflection of reality 

Scratching at the brushland

Wondering what time had done

with the young m...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

A Winter's Chill | New Arrival... | When... | Good Morning! | Morning Dew | Collage | Key to peace | The Garden | Love & Grief | Golden days | Blossom | I had a dream | Shhh |



When the heart finds it's food 

And hunger is satiated 

There's just another level achieved 

Of contentment and peace 


When the soul receives it's drink 

And thirst is completely quenched 

That's when the soul rises to another realm 

Of tranquility and serenity 


When the Mind gets it's oxygen 

And Breathe it's fullest 

That's another layer reached 

Of Ent...

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Also by Moonlight:

Good morning 🌹 | Hello friend!!! | Unlove the love | Divine power | Few good men | Have a nice day | Was it love? | Poet's mind | Let's do it for sake of humanity | Forgiveness | Poem 10 nld | Peace | Thousands of tears | Lessons of life | The journey begins | End of game | Tiny friends | Just thoughts | Rainy day | Tragedies repeated | Life's fundamentals | Conquered | Garden of sleep | Pause | Gratitude in attitude | Freedom | With love | Optimism | Love and me |




                                                       ~ imPRESSions ~

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Also by Frederick Kesner:

dangling carrot | new moon | with you | Chatterton's redress | read to your satisfaction | What's a decade here and there? | the budding senescent | outback | reminiscing | penny for a lost thought | long night | pact | restlessness | new days seen |


The Local Pond

Morning walks by the local pond
are always something to behold 
The busy birds chatter away 
so many stories to be told

In a multitude of blended tones 
they sing their songs loud and proud
A choir of tweeting voices 
a cheerful harmonious crowd 

Ducks line up on the waters edge 
set to take their morning paddle 
Sights and sounds from the local pond
so simple, yet quite beautiful 


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Also by julie callaghan:

I Wish I Was A Fish | August Morning | Turkish Rain | Moody Skies | 30th Wedding Anniversary | August Sunrise | Insignificant | The Puzzle (rehashed) | Magic Wand | The MPs Big Bro Show | Never Let Your Rainbow Fade (rehashed) | Kirkby Lonsdale Poetry Festival | Dinner Time | Cost Of Existing Crisis | RIP Dame Olivia Newton John | Who Knew? | Pure Gold | Silver Lining | Comparisons Made | Pride Of England | Kirkby Lonsdale Poetry Festival |


she stops in line

stops feeling time

memories triggered

by banal associations


decades crash

into each other

staring at moments

embers of a fire


just like A.I.

it’s all simulation

everything said

scripted autopilot


while the music haunts

her pretty little head

nine, nineteen, or ninety

she can’t feel the difference


it has a weight


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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Lower Case “a” | Sex + Pizza | This is your human | In the hold | I’m not what I used to be | You fuckers | Quantum Reasoning | Material Needs |

From Reykjavik to Kyiv

Reykjavik, where Reagan

and Gorbachev almost agreed

to ban all nuclear weapons.

Gorbachev, an old man now,

maintains that this dream 

is humanity’s only hope.


The shelling of civilians

is indiscriminate. The situation

has gone far beyond insults,

invective, rhetoric.

Forty years on

I’ll concede that avuncular


rightwinger Ronnie Reagan,

bete noire of...

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Also by Greg Freeman:

The bard of Cymdonkin Drive | I wouldn't go down to the sea today | Drought | King's Cross | Homecoming |

Ronnie's Bike Ride

Rottweilers cowered in corners

Grown men quivered in fright

Mothers protected their children

When Ronnie went out on his bike


Motorists swerved to avoid him

Or drove on the opposite side

Buses remained in their depot

When Ronnie was out his bike


People out feeding the pigeons

Ended up covered in shite

As they took to the air in a panic

When Ronnie flew pa...

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Also by Reggie's Ghost:

Council Flat in Haringey |

Evil Rulers

Evil Rulers


How easily the criminally insane seize power

How they inveigle their nefarious way through the

                                              corridors of the corrupt

How they take the richest pickings and deprive

                                               the poor and  weak

How they pocket the wealth of the tax payer and


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Also by keith jeffries:

A Cruise Ship | I dare not speak | Re incarnate | Days of Innocence | Night into Day | Permanently Locked Down | It flashed before me....... | Starved of Love | The Rocky Road to Ruin | The Clock tells the same Time |

No Hiding Place

Crawl out of your underground well.
Give yourself up, your account to tell.
One day, you'll be trapped and snared.
Stand up now, let your plea be heard.
You'll run out corners in which to hide.
The search for you will go far and wide
Wary of strangers, of whispers and all.
And too afraid to make or receive a call.
A life in hiding, eyes cast to the floor.
That's the kind of 'life' for you...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

An Applause For Olivia | A New Day | Seeds | 'Little Bongs' | Never Alone | What's The Answer? | The 2 Sides of Grief |

Jenga: Life and Precedence Over a Good Man’s Will

One wills

into the American experience

a narrative that we probably

won’t agree with.


My Granddaddy fell asleep

in a patio chair. I was playing

with crickets and cicada husks

by the Oak tree. When I tried

to wake him, he didn’t stir. 

I thought he was dead. 


The mind of a child wills 

into the American experience

a narrative that reality probably


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Also by Matt Foster:

drunk: 23:24 MST August 18 2022 | Celebrities | Something Unconventional About the Way I Feel Every Day | Rain: August 17 2022 | dirty bullshit that smells clean and dream boards | talking eyelids | wails and moans | away, the days | reader notice: it’s not just a key | shirts and pants that don’t fit | Liver Divorce |

Poem without a name.

The rain sticks to my window

Falling slowly in perfect transparent lines

And I am a perfect example of irony as I stare blankly into oblivion

Thunder is sweet chaos in the background of my melancholy daydream

That my friend is the sound of golden imagery. 

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Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:

July. | Secret Muse | Keep Pouring. | June. |

Is it

How do I not drown in my thoughts 

How do I known what's real, when my mind makes no sense

Is this just make believe??

A part of me died once what if I my soul went with it

And am left play around in limbo

Stuck between this world and the next

What if its just all make believe

And the world just keeps trun at ease well my head suffered with no peace

All the bottled up emoti...

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Let’s not fall in Love.


Heaven, full of shooting stars, watched

while we lay close together on a sandy beach.

Wishes made that day may be cast away.

When no longer close, when we're out of reach

We'll surely blame one another.

For the closeness of our smother,

Then we may part.


Bittersweet tears may fall.

From our eyes to the floor

Promises sworn may be torn.

from hearts, and yet o...

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Also by JD Russell:

Goodbye Mum | Busy Mister Taxman | The Charge of the Light Ale’rs (apologises to Tennyson) | Within your eyes | When we were young | Father and Son |

#I'm not in love


Pierrepoint, solid reliable

sense of humour

essential for the job.

Made light of pulling pints

and the death lever

carried out the law at the blunt end

humane but resolute

a Yorkshireman after all,

after all is said and done

before the drop the fall from grace

when death wears someone else's face. 

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Also by ray pool:


A Quiet Little Man

A quiet little man,

Lurking in the corner;

Keeps all his powder dry,

Looks no one in the eye.


A quiet little man,

Is pacing up and down,

Dying to go public

On the next big subject.


A quiet little man,

Projects his tiny voice;

Points his jabbing finger

At victims of his choice.


A quiet little man

Deals from his wily pack.

He smiles upon his f...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

'Write Something' | Afternoon Stroll | Dawn in Ukraine | Atrocities | Guilty | Late Larkin | Heaven's Gates | Facts | Tanks |



 I wish it wasn't you that hurt me.

Because you were the one

that helped heal the hurt

from the rest. 

But now I must heal from you. 

There's nothing more exciting and terrifying than that. 

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Also by LifeThroughWords:

Mother | A Different Place | Acting | First For Everything | Memories |

Married Life

Later that night, interrupting the quiet of our thoughts,
I asked her "What will you do if you outlive me?",
expecting her to say something endearing
like she would miss me terribly…

She replied, with all the love she has found
and would want to hold onto after I’m gone,
"I'll keep your ashes under my bed."

But the real reason I love her
was her reply to my next query
"Aww, that's swe...

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Beguiled by the sundial, 

The simplicity of a presence

Dependable and worthwhile, 

While certain demigods,

Serpentine and embittered by

Their lesser status, 

Gleefully dispense destinies

Divine or demonic, 

With little warning

To the human chaff

Residing on that

Still lower rung, 

As a species that

Struggles so often

To even locate the sun. 

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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

Stealthier | Ensnared. | Familiar | Limitless... |

Burn The Lot


It's in the air, there's a bonfire nearby
the man who knows how to keep his wife happy
will bring the washing in
for a stone's throw around
animals that can move will move
but incriminating evidence takes longest to burn
and animals must live on their nerves
I know from experience
having cleared a jungle for an envisioned garden
painstakingly hand-copied musical notation 
combusts q...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Louder Than Words | Tomorrow Was The Day | Spare The Great Archemides | Wasteland Made Good | Blind Harper | Words Of Encouragement |





The father of

Seven children

Is absent from home.

Seven children are

Missing a playmate,

Missing a teacher,

Missing a provider.

He was lured

Away from his

Personal kingdom, beyond


The wildlife sanctuary.


A rifle,

A crossbow

Hastened his subtraction

From the dense 

Equation of life.


Now the royal


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Also by Dee Allen.:


African lionswildlife huntingbroken familyunited familyfatherhood


When I’m around you

I feel turned up


Safe and so at home

Like an egg

In a nest

Halfway up a mountain.

There’s a lot

To be nervous about

But flying

Is still a possibility.

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Also by Bryony Partridge:

Eden | Dry eyes in the house | Are we grains of salt? | untitled pillows | In the hammock | To the man wanking at us on the nudist beach |

Unhealed Heart

I saw people in love and I gagged

I congratulate myself for not throwing up

Though the realization saddened me

It signalled the beginning of an end

I was becoming tolerant to love again

What a tragedy for a heart not yet healed!



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Also by Inoe Chichie:

When Somebody Loves You |


Unexplained Beach Death

Dead on the beach in Corbett Cove

head and torso daubed with woad

unseen by Panza on a donkey ride

while a Samaritan passed by on the other side

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Also by Telboy:

Continuous Columbo |




इस फ़कीर का खुदा मालिक🕉️☪️

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Looking for an excuse


Trying to fix a small door...

I have to get away and point at the moon
Bump into strangers
Let go a balloon
I have to get away
wander - get lost
recover my bearings
whatever the cost...

I have to return
Looking backwards and smile
Because i'm returning,
for only a while... 😎

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Grandad's Shed

So many warm afternoons
spent in my Grandad’s endless garden
Home to my first and only treehouse
when air-raid siren tests
still filled those Northern streets 

And most magical of all
the rough lumber shed he’d built
A place of wooden-handed tools
you had to carefully maintain with oil
tools what would have been his grandad’s

A place where big furry bees
chose to die with dignity

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Also by Tom:

Late Night, Harbour Lights |


Back to School

The rain has started falling,

The nights are drawing back in.

Dreary uniforms adorn our shops,

A new school year is about to begin.


A bead of sweat runs down my brow,

I wake up early from a troubled sleep.

The beat of that drum is distant now,

But Back to School is still a trauma,

A river which runs so dark and deep.

In nightmares when, by chance I rove,

Around e...

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Also by John Botterill:

Living the Dream... | The Missing Piece | Sandcastles | Middle-Class Achievers | Footsteps on the Stairs | For the Present... | Be Proud! | A Holiday Job at the Woolgrowers |


We've just bought a holiday home near Beverley and it's been our misfortune to have to travel the Goole Bridge on the M62 while it is being (invisibly, it seems) repaired.


I’m looking down upon it

But the waters barely move

The tide has turned

The river’s barely moving

I’m waiting in a line of cars

I’m 60 feet above

The Ouse is moving quicker

Than I’m going.


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Also by John Coopey:


The Learning Curve Part Two

Whatever happened -  happened no going back.

Ambition management position

Qualifications multiplies opportunity

Night school learner

Concentration desperate determination

Applying after passing

Behind eager graduates

Job interview success

Could never forgive

He can't remember

Inner self can.

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Also by Nigel Astell:

The Learning Curve Part One |

Life is what you make it.

The Fickle Wind of Change

There is nothing left to say

No gentle words to whisper

At the end of the long day


Silence is a blessing

A time for me to wrap myself

In loneliness

And find a place to pray


I will not beg forgiveness

My prayer will be for you

I pray that you find happiness

In everything you do


Time seems to have absorbed us

Who we were has disappeared

Leaving o...

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Also by Clare:

The Last Time | Don’t You Think it Strange? | Bad Blood | Imagine | Golden Wing | My Sweetest Inner Child | You Promised | Alone With My Thoughts. | This Old House. |

my shadow

my shadow



my shadow is annoying

follows me everywhere I go


that is if the sun is shining


late evening my shadow gets elongated

and makes me look thin


at noon, my shadow becomes portly


the only shadow that delights me

is when I see your shadow enter my room

and float across my bed until the sun goes down.


I hold it until morning


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On Man

On Man


Like tiny ants we scurry

Between skyscrapers of grass,

Peeping about - a human worker class.

Watching ourselves surpassing all limits,

Creators of structures, cultures, unimaginable wonders.

Finding God thriving within us.


Do we think the ant knows of it’s impending mortality?

Knows it’s destined to a life of sheer ephemerality?

Or knows it’s intricate c...

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Also by Jake Burke:

A chink in the armour |


The Religions of India

Non violent teachings
To get in touch with oneself
Higher consciousness 

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Also by Shirley Smothers:

Lovers |


Hell with Love

I wish I could hate you,

But I can't.

I wish I could forget you,

But I can't.

If I have a choice between love and death,

I would have chosen death for sure.

But I can't.


Love is so stupid,

That it hurts

Making me so frustrated,

That it hurts

Amplifying the feeling of loneliness,

That it hurts

Can't even express all this in your face

It hurts.



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Also by Bhavesh Ahalani:

Don't fall for someone |

lovehatedespairhurtHeartbreaktroubled heart

not breathing

Dumpster diving,

Seagulls beck and calling,

Not the heavy whistle once blown,

The crowds in eyes,

Feeling free,

The empty shadow of my life,

Betrayed not forgotten,

The bestowed upon the rocky thing,

Don't hold your breath,

In dust or daisey,

For the light is nor not thee.

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Also by Alita Moore:

There is a hole in the world |


So I've thought out this letter for so long as the times have changed my words have too everything changes but my mind this windowless prison permanent guard oh shadowed screw

Understand ..This was carefully planned 


I  did consider all options fooling myself..knowing other options weren't an option 


Constantly fighting and am tired I'm  locked away double pad locked and it's co...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

AMY | MUSHROOM SUNDAY the return of Yolanda |

suicide poemSuicidemental health issues

August 12th, 2022

for Salman Rushdie


Tonight there’s no good news:

the Earth’s on fire; a writer has been butchered

for gifting us fiction twinkling with esprit;

détente between the West and East is ruptured;

the needy bear their hardship like a bruise.


Heating up but thinking most of me

I step out to the porch,

to where my beer reposes keeping cool,

glance up and snaggle abstra...

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AUDIO of my SAMPLES 1-7 Repeats rectified

The audio file in this post is of SAMPLES 1-7 in my profile-apologies for repeats cockup.


This  below, was my first and only attempt (so far) at a Sestina, from about ten years ago?

I think it reflects:

1. the trepidation I felt at the thought of one of my 3 months-long walking trips and

2. the effort expended in the journey of trying to write this bloody thing!



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Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:




Time after Time

The mornings waking up to not a single dime 

Time after time

Your face is lingering on my mind

Time after time

Is this you whispers I hear on my rhymes 

Time after time

The glasses are emptied of all the wine

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A Dream Come True

A Dream Come True


I loved writing

I really did

I guess I’ve stayed somewhat creative

And driven since being a kid


As an adult I took a cross road

I wanted to be a writer

But the field of journalism seemed to be faced with

Dicey ethics and uncertainty

A career of nursing seemed brighter


And then I became a:

Nurse writer

Surfer fighter

I realis...

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Also by Rasa Kabaila:

Advice To My Younger Self |


Calm me as the breeze

Calms my heart before it seizes

Wait for my steps

To catch up with  your dance

That drifts as violins

On silken moonbeams

Caressing sands of time


Calm as the seas

Reflecting all

On earths mirror

Deceiving the turmoil beneath

Undercurrents that tear at the mud


Ancient shipwrecks of emotion.


Hauled to the surface fo...

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Also by Edbreathe:

EMPTy | Fridge | Must ang |

Rhythm of an August Day


Humble humidity 

fills the air

as a song drifts in








a cadence

for the breeze

to flirt with

Spanish moss 

and oak leaves 


A tiny spider 


your skin

as your lover 

across the lawn

shoots you

a wink


A crossbow


in her hand

and you

hear familiar


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Shiny cracks

When you are broken,

you shine from inside.

You realize it was and is all you,

and your potential.

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