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In the Land of Lost Content

 

 

In the land of lost content, irregular shadows play,

Stronger memories are now fading in the light of day.

We've harvested all those yesteryear fields where dreams were spent,

Whilst on the wistful journey to the land of lost content.

 

Through autumn's fallen leaves, through libraries of tales untold,

Wayward laughter set in a gallery of smiling gold.

Where your pou...

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Also by JD Russell:

Amputee | Now we understand what love is | Love he, who has wronged me |

image from Freepics

Shear brilliance ewe herd it here first

Jim was on his way to a sheep auction in town,

Unfortunately his truck full of sheep broke down.

Jim guided the sheep,except for one ewe,to the sale in Blackburn ,

But got a fine through the post for making a ewe turn.

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Also by hugh:

Stress relief ,never be anxious about the next day | "Doctor please can you give me a kiss ?" | “Getting old and 85 candles on my cake,”thoughts of an elderly gentleman |

Character Reference

Writing a character reference
for a friend
for someone I thought I knew
to mitigate their crimes
to ease them on their future journey
humbled, kneecapped and sore
Two thoughts spring to mind…

What good have they done
and how can it be expressed
Were they always the first to lend a hand
were they always there for those in need
Which of their actions
should I recall and paint in colour
...

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Also by Tom:

For Whom | Low Winter Son | An Eyelash Breadth Between Us | Asking For A Friend |

goodnessfriendslegacy

To Drink or Not to Drink? 🍸

All adults may easily pick and choose
To stay sober or to drink some booze.
It can make us silly or even absurd,
As we giggle with our every word.

Should we indulge in those drinks we crave?
Though it may change how we behave.
And with alcohol we may soon find
The huge effect it has upon our mind.

So whilst it may take our sense and fear,
The effect in time shall disappear.
And while...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Standing Up For Justice |

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HOMELESS

Homeless, hopeless

figures below the radar

invisible, divisible

scant on comfort

at the blunt edge of hope.

 

But we all know there should be a home

a hearth at which to sit, make the best of it.

Without such a place we lose our hearts

with nowhere to rely on

a perimeter without a centre

a view without focus. 

 

We all know there are not enough homes to go ro...

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Also by ray pool:

A GOOD MOAN | AUTUMN WORSHIP | WHILE I THINK IT | HAVING A DAY OUT |

Write Out loud Writers

I am truly blown away by the poems I have found

With provoking thoughts, emotions, or an aspiring phrase

Written imagery from people who absolutely astound

I wish to comment but fear the words sound like hollow praise

A tapestry of emotions woven with the thread of living

Raw beauty in written exposes originating from the heart

The culmination of our essence, the sum of our being

...

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Also by Tim Higbee:

Queen of The Wooded Grove | Warlord | Who Are These Words For? | Evolving | dot | Shadows Between Words | Old Friend | Dancing Leaves | Violence | Face Facade |

Ghazala Lari - an ode to myself 🤪

Ghazala Lari, a shining star✨
With grace and beauty from afar💫
Her eyes like pools of liquid night🌠
Her presence fills the room with light 🕯️

Her voice, a melody so sweet 🎶
It carries on the gentle breeze 🍃
A poet's heart, a soul so pure ❤️
She weaves her words with skill and lure 🧶

In her presence, time stands still ⌚
Her laughter, like a gentle rill 😂
She captivates with every glan...

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RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER

It strikes me that this little prick has got away for quite some time now with some serious red-washing.  So it falls to Yours Truly to subject it a little revisionist challenge.

Let’s start with Rudolph’s isolation.  He would have it that he was excluded from the other reindeers’ games, clearly trying to elicit sympathy from a more gullible readership.  Indeed, if the reason was down to bullyi...

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Also by John Coopey:

I'LL GET MY CONKERS OUT | JOE 90 | THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM | THE FAMILY TREE | THEM AS LIVES LONGEST LEARNS MOST | "HOW DO YOU SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE SUELLA?" | DICK | LIFESTYLE CHOICE (SCUM OF THE EARTH) | CERTAINTY | THE MEANING OF LIFE | "ACCEPT YOUR FATE" | LITTLE BASTARDS |

I see you see they see

When I look at you all, I don’t see

I don’t see the barriers others may see

Others may see what they want to see

What they want to see, I don’t

 

I see people for who they are

For who they are, I see them

I see them as the same you see

You see, everyone is equal

 

When I look at all the wars, I see suffering

I see suffering in many peoples eyes 

In many people’s...

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Also by Rick Varden:

FASCINATION | The Wayward Wonky Walker | The Hare and the Tortoise | Little Girl by the Lake | Manchester ‘blues’ | Once upon a Time | The Young Lady | Make Someone | Rock and Roll | Jamming |

I like the people I hate

I like the people I hate 

 

they have their points

they have their say 

 

they go about their lives

the opposite of mine 

 

sometimes I can’t find 

the differences 

 

at which time 

I hate the people I like 

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

A good human | Good Trouble |

December

            December

December is a troubadour singing in celebration

of vanillla-ice skies

snow-cone hills

frost-sculptured window pane

 

of crackling fire

steaming hot chocolate lamp-lit reading chair

 

of children laughing,

dragging homeward pine tree

decking it with kindergarten art

candy canes, and flashing lights

hanging hope in a stocking

saying pray...

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Also by Wilma Gundy:

Cat | Laura | November |

Escape

Flight fearlessly taken,

An escape from this reality.

Too scarred to face

The heights of idiocy,

The lows of idiocracy.

Facing up to a void.

Nothing to fear

Except fear itself.

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Also by Jon63:

A Cloud is Born? | Dawning | A Dreamy Wave |

escapefear

Love is a Circle

Wake in the morning

arms stretch up to the sky

and down to the earth.

Light is invited,

and in a single breath,

light arrives,

an eager friend

illuminating all.

Praise to the light,

praise to the dark,

arriving and leaving,

as with breath,

as with all--

death is a friend,

life is a friend--

illumined by light,

is there even a difference?

Yes, of c...

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Also by Hélène:

Spectrum | Tiny Bud | Painting the Days with Gratitude | A Prayer | Lamentations (in 3 parts) | Wind, Lifting | Into the Holy | Joy and Understanding |

The Hare and the Tortoise

The owl and the pussycat, the porpoise and bear

The fox and hound, the tortoise and hare

One day in the Spring in the open air

In the pool for a swim went the tortoise and hare

 

Said the tortoise  to hare, ‘I really must ask',

As the hare took a break from swimming on past

‘In case you are blind or simply can’t read

Each lane has a name correct for its speed’

Thought ...

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Also by Lee Campbell:

Juicy Lucy | A Day out with Rufus | Dancing with Spiders | Apple of My Eye | Plums | Plums |

النكبةAl Nakba: Day 27,375 and Counting…

النكبةAl Nakba: Day 27,375 and Counting…

With client hacks,

quiet words in ears,

he loves the craic

at working lunch

with the journo sewer,

making numbers crunch,

his purging list,

is at the ready,

on power pissed

he’s biding time,

and keeping steady

the applecart,

election ready,

to be off like a fart,

the lobby’s man,

so quiet when

it suits him ...

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Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:

Never Again Means Never Again-For Anyone! | Message from an Arsehole to a "Shithole" | Aborigine Haiku | Zip it, Hotovely! | Our Guiding Stars | Futility | Deathstyle Choice | Armistice Now! | Not In My Name! |

Al Nakbaapartheid

Life ‘n’ God ‘n’ Death ‘n’ Stuff

Where on earth (or space) did we come from?

What intrepid seed made us be?

I like the idea of God

But, my mind's eye won't let me see

 

They say we're all made of stardust 

So, perhaps, there lies a clue

Just molecules & atoms congealed 

From the old primordial stew 

 

Were we once nebulae or quasars?

Drifting upon solar winds

Dancing to songs of the universe 

...

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Lifedeathstuff

Day 644

Why do they try to murder Ukraine?

Why do they turn their hatred on us?

Why do they dump their anger again

And then feign surprise at all the fuss?

 

Why do they slaughter the best of our youth

And try to efface all the signs of our past,

Pretending to be the masters of truth,

Denying their part in each deadly blast?

 

Why do they wish to hollow us out

Why do they ...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

Them | Science is Divided | Somewhere | COP28 | Cold Wind | Flatpack | Hell |

Ukraine

Marbles

Napoleon wanted to buy them
And if it wasn’t for Elgin’s divorce
The Government might not have acquired them
At half the price, of course.
He told them that he had a firman
Although its veracity’s in doubt,
He said I’m telling you that the Sultan
Said I could take all the marbles out.
He was going to keep them in private
If it wasn’t for his divorce
Byron thought he was a pirate
And the...

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Also by Steve White:

Josef | Put Up Shut Up Britain Part Three |

Ghosts Of The Future

Ghosts of the future

Can inhabit a computer

 

He spent half his life

Playing video games

The world of e-gaming

Is his afterlife domain

 

I stared at that ghost

I stared so very hard

'Cause I new that that ghost

Wasn't from my graphics card

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Also by Jed:

Talibani Tranny | You'll feel the nuke but your shadow wont fade away | Top Copper on Hash |

Transplant

He needs your heart

But not for love

That he gets from any woman

He just needs a healthy heart

For a patient in his family

And so also your liver and kidneys

You may just have fever

Once you are in the hospital

His work is done easily

He has recruited his agent doctors

Who will conduct surgery at a plea

Charging money for transplanting

Your healthy heart, liver ...

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Also by Sunshine:

Silenced | Faded memory | Third part lies | Specimen ME | To find a home | Ironical | Pin drop silence | Bare soul | Wondrous why's | Opportunities | Glass never empty | Reinstitute | Slow but steady |

Title

 

I will take the crispy  toast

and get the milk

from the fridge and

put it back

And I looked at you

moving

As you smiled with dishes

In your hand

And I watched knowing

That even in this room
I missed you

And I held a hand

To your cheek
And
I ached at the
thought...

 

Tommy Carroll

 

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Brushing past | Windy Blowings |

A Dense Fog

A Dense Fog

 

A dense fog pervades the atmosphere,

obscurring any sight of the nearby volcano.

Yet it's presence could be felt,

as the earth trembled with sulphur and cordite

 in the fetid air.

I could hear the sound of the nearby ocean,

a valve through which escape was possible.

The land was dark and foreboding,

no canopy of stars could be seen.

I stood alone fear...

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Also by keith jeffries:

The Golden Thread | Poetry at War | The Little People | Fear Stalks the Streets | The Abuser |

Late November

Let’s away to the mountains
to the music of loss when elegy-tossed
the sun above us burns mists away
as we walk back to the valley of youth. 
Today, I walk the blue moutains of forgetting,
just above the far-horizons of sight,
no closer after five days of tramping the fields;
I keep going and going whilst knowing futility
in every pore, I just keep heading
for the rising sun or the waning...

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Also by John E Marks:

SUMMER TIME | These streets aren’t meant for dreaming | Love Untethered | Meanderings | No retreat, no surrender | 11th November 1918 | The house of the rising sun | Trilobite | Moon, moon | silhouettes streak the sky | Written near water |

WINTER TREES

Winter trees are spindly spare -

Like old men in their show;

Shivering in the brittle air,

Bespoke in coats of snow.

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

POETRY DIGS! | DOG AND BOY | LONESOME RAIL | WEEKEND THOUGHTS | WHERE? | A DISTANT HAZE - a re-post for Autumn | THE GALMPTON ROBIN - a re-post for November |

Fake Boris visits Yeats Country

My motor car crept along, under the majestic shape of Co. Sligo’s prominent mountain, Ben Bulben, covered in an ominous black cloud, as I and the wife explored Yeats’ Country.

We filled up at Betty Hanharan’s, with a huge pot of tea to follow,
and met an old chap called Brian, whose delight it was to visit such a splendid county.

‘I’ll buy you a glass of stout,’ he told us,
‘down the road ...

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Performance

I had meeting once with the powers that that think their all that 

Something about performance they said, is how there settled in and that 

They asked many questions 

I just smiled and nodded hoping they keep on paying me 

Cause that's the game my time for your money 

So I can go on spend on Spills thrills the odd pill and a new pair of kicks 

Just to fill the avoid  to fill the ...

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Also by Keith Byrne:

Will I still love me | Bay |

Message in a Bottle

Coconut oil suntan lotion
slathered on my skin.
Motion of the raging ocean
a fire brews within.
Adirondack on the boat deck
letting the sunbeams in.
My note to you
in a closed glass tube
I sent it for a swim.
The day you find the note I wrote
will surely be my end.

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Also by Sasha Logan:

Plane | Kitty | Be nicer | Sadie the aquafox | Milquetoast |

Rhyme

The Addition

It's been a long go 

Some projects just take time 

With a little prayer all the pieces arrive just when they should 

I've never been a rich man through the ways of money

But I have always been rich through the ways of relationships

Which in my ponderings I have found is the nature of the universe

For that reason I put forth and find positivity in all people

The construct of th...

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Also by New Shoes:

License for Love |

Bike Ride

Riding our bikes along the levy trail,

the willow tree’s branches

hang low over the path

in the early afternoon haze.

 

I reach up like a thief

to grab a handful of leaves,

mischievously tossing them up in the air.

 

As they scatter and float in the wind

behind me, riding through them,

she reaches out to capture a few.

 

Later, the rescued leaves

are a...

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Also by Mike McPeek:

Cleaning Up After You | Bodega Bay | Three Sentence Breakup | Grandma's Cellar | Precarious Times |

Seasons


Harsh and dangerous years
grey pebbles encased in ice
seasons in their perpetual cycle
visit yet to gather their tithe.
Black covers of a book slammed shut
epitomise time here where we are
thankful of sleep as the hours may pass
but think too of the unconscious loved one
that precious time you realised, dumbstruck
they had fell from the heavens for you
a pristine figure you had to reac...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Slipping Mask  |

The Door

I think I left the door open -

At the back of my brain

And you got in there

and stole what’s mine. 

Implanted thoughts of you

in every small Corner and Crevice,

Burrowed your way into my subconscious

Until I could never forget you. 

 

I think you slammed it on your way out -

One last defiance,

One final fuck you,

Jammed it shut so no 

One could enter again -

...

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sky split above me

and so the sky split above her. 

the sky that held her world and all that she knew. 

it fell, 

it fell for days and months at a time. 

she built forests with trees as high as she could imagine,

she asked them to sow the sky back up. 

and she played her music and she walked on,

she traverses the planes of her life.

but the sky is still split, and all she knows or knew is sti...

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Also by Nadia Coia:

I am a cruel girl |

Silver door

Slip into the river

Through the silver door

The sun is setting 

God like fingers of light

Filter through blood clouds 

Playing the keyboard of fields 

Raising the earths chorus 

As all prepare for sleep 

Monochrome moon lays its hands on the shadows

Cooling the air 

Suspension of reality 

This is the world of Things

Skulking in the blackest pits 

Stealing awa...

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Also by Edbreathe:

Monsters at 7 | Eggs | I stretch my hand | In sanit TEA | Thy Me |

Dragonfly

Most beautiful dragonfly you ever did see.

Descends to land upon my left knee.

We looked one another deep in the eye.

Then with a wink, it flew away into the sky.

 

www.deanfrasercentral.com

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Also by Dean Fraser:

Programme Accepted | Finding Van Gogh In Ramsgate |

poetrynaturebeauty

Strolling Out in Covid Life

Think twice or thrice if you wish to stroll,

And be merciful to your pitiful soul,

With many things ahead,

Than what one can think,

Where each of it awaits,

To make you sink

 

With sanitizer in hand and shielded with a mask,

You are a soldier on task,

With regular thermal screenings

And quick swab tests

You are seen doubtfully

For the traces of the unholy enemy ...

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Also by Nila:

Seeking the wild within |

Choices

 

The October sky caved in all around me,
Like a blanket without contact.
I stood stagnant in the dark, aware and somehow unafraid of all that lurked among the darkness.
If I ran now there would be no escaping the guilt, but if not now then I never would. 

 

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Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:

Heartbreak. |

Rewilding the golf club

They’ve identified our golf club

for returning to the wild

It’s to become a verdant Eden 

For every adult, dog and child

A place of natural splendour

Where no groundsmen smoke or hunker

Sheltering from the elements in the deeper fairway bunkers

 

No more Pringle sweaters in pink and blue and grey

No more Captain’s Prize and no more Ladies’ Day

No more midweek medals o...

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Also by R A Porter:

Once upon a time in a vest | Urinal View | Dave's Back | Walking into the light | Love on the Allotment | Neighbour's got a new hot tub |

GolfBetjemannostalgiaNaturesport pastimesocial satire

through a windshield (11-25-2023)

together

thru all the glue

filn history's glossy cracks

and all the pines

from wane to wax

we were(are, perhaps)

moonrise bent

lain with backs

pressed on tarmac

slid red, long

longer than we thought possible.

dream-licked heads

shattered and spread :

painted lines on painted lines

on

painted lines

down along this serpentine road.

without a motion ...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

soft; Amelia Earhardt 0837 (11/12/2023) |

thisisbadwritingiwanttobereal

As the Cockroaches Flee

As the cockroaches flee,

Do you feel like a god?

Or do you squirm in your skin,

And let primal urges win?

 

Benevolence, for a thing of ill repute

Malevolence, for a thing of beauty

Built from the carrion of creation

Built from the decay of a nation

 

As the cockroaches flee,

Do you feel like a God?

 

The power of creativity

Held in palms fiercely,

As t...

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Also by Luke Bainbridge:

Hoard Your Wealth! | The Want for Nothing |

Dance

Oxford Road train station
Asking me do I have
A spare cigarette
And I smiled ill at ease
And said
‘I don’t smoke’

He then asked do I
Have a spare can of Fosters
And I shook my head
Surprised slightly
Said sadly not.

He then asked did I
Have a
Tin of beans
And then asked
Did I have a spare silk tie
Both of which
I said I didn’t like beans
And I don’t have a tie.

With a nod,...

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Also by Gray Nicholls:

Beach Life | Memory II | Memory (I) | Desire |

Time Was

Once I was an objector, I was a pacifist.

Once I was a protestor, I was an abolitionist.

Once I was a demonstrator, I was a militant.

Once I was an opposer, I was a dissident.

Once I was an activist, I was a picketer.

Once I was a nonconformist, I was a dissenter.

Now I’m a snowflake-worrier, an enemy-within extremist.

A social-justice warrior, must I be made a conformist.

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Also by John Gilbert Ellis:

Suellanelle (or The Erati Writes Back) | Dancing In the City | Autumnal Abscission |

For the Record

Without so much as a thread of decency,

Antoninus Elagabalus, high priest

and mother’s boy, made biographers weep.

Proponents of discipline almost choked,

repeating the syllables of his name.

 

His sculpted head is unremarkable

and bears no trace of his supposed excesses;

the muddled genes of his outlandishness

those of a handsome kid who, like the best

of us, w...

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Also by David Cooke:

For John Coltrane | The Way We Were | The Teatime Bulletin | Bruegel |

Oswald and Chapman

Late November, 

early December. 

 

The blood-spattered dress. 

The shattered lenses. 

 

Across the years 

same shock and tears. 

 

Rifle skills into practice. 

Imagine such riches. 

 

The Communist, the Christian: 

two fame-jealous hitmen. 

 

 

 

 

 

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Also by Greg Freeman:

George Orwell, where art thou? |

Bold & Silent

I turned the volume down so I could hear you.

Everything is still too loud.

Too many voices, and not the one I needed to hear.

I want to hear.

 

Mourning that lasted for nine hundred sixty four days.

Salty tears soaked waterlogged greenery.

Droopy head. Droopy leaves.

Pruning a root bound plant

Repot. 

 

Acclamation felt like dormancy

Dormancy was intense

Lef...

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Echoes of Truth

A storefront window

dissolving echoes of truth

eternally etched

in the minds of old youth

sits centered

on a mossy brick facade.

 

Those passing by

never see what’s inside.

Though honestly,

that’s by design.

 

Perpetual dissonance

behind the arched cedar door

with its inside, not out

weathering more.

 

And the old cobblestone road

leads to long...

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Acting All Crazy

Let’s act all crazy

Forget being lazy

Dance to the tune

Fly high like a balloon

Not looking around

Just moving to the sound

Heart racing faster

Becoming a master

Chill out and party

Feeling very hearty

Work is never-ending

Orders always pending

So just shake your body

And be a little naughty

Laugh and be silly

Life is like a beautiful lily!

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Also by Aisha Suleman:

Happy Days |

Goodbye The Light

Secondary not one more,

Be thrilled to be here,

He steadfast manner and held hand high.

 

Can't say you didn't see it,

Can't say you didn't hear it,

But the eyes see deeply at night.

 

Not that it matters,

What little remains,

A remnant of a forgotten peace.

 

In desecrated corpses we lay,

In a future world set aside in lenient light,

Edging more to the li...

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Poem

Poem my creation

Haven’t you pondered on wonders

Do you not question genes of your origin

 

Well, DNAs of your composition do vary

Process and placement do call for art though stylish

Conception of your form is meaningful though arbitrary

 

Conceived to whispers of stimulative thoughts

Born to scribes of ink onto faces of paper sheets

Revealed to sight in trace marks ...

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Also by Lucas Chihinga:

Narrow View |

Jimmie Nicol (13 Days)

13 days in the spotlight...13 days of fame.

Ringo's replacement, Jimmie Nicol his name.

Jimmie looked the part, with a new hairstyle.

He even wore Ringo Starr's suits for a while!

 

He sat in the Limo next to Paul and John.

His World turned upside down, from day one.

Screaming girls, wanted a piece of him.

And the TV camera's on Jimmie zoomed in.

 

Press conferences t...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

Strawberry Field | Wait | Into My Past |

‎إِنَّا ِلِلَّٰهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعُونَ

Hold me tight and let go of all your fear,

Do not worry my child, judgement day is near.

As the IOF ethnically cleanse our land and destroy our heritage,

I pray you pass on our Palestinian culture that you inherited. 

The world has heard your cries and seen your tears,

They protest in solidarity for all of the anguish we have suffered for years.

Israel's genocide will soon come t...

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Free Palestineend genocideceasefire now

God's and everyone else

There is so much in the world that makes you fearful,

 

Like maintaining control of your souls broken down vehicle,

 

Desperately seeking a situation that's cheerful,

 

Individually sinful yet collectively meaningful,

 

Weak in body but Spirituality unbreakable. 

 

There is so much in the world so profound,

 

Yet we break ourselves in search of the pound,

 

...

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Also by Luke:

Daddy Did |

Two-Faced

She prances around with a grin from ear to ear,

her smile could mesmerize a room.

She has such a strong confidence about her, 

little do people know, shes filled with gloom. 

Her day by day is filled with fights 

her past is dark and never an ounce of light.

Shes clawed herself through trauma and tragedy,

her silence is a Louder than ever, 

is her pain and hurt the only thi...

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Whispers of Woe

Ye Universe heal my heart

For my grief is tearing me apart 

Why can’t everyone see I’m trying 

They only pay attention when I’m crying 

I’ve had such a hard life as it is 

When will I ever get to experience bliss 

For all I have ever known is pain 

To be told I only have myself to blame 

What did I ever do so wrong

To deserve a life so tortured and so long 

Is despair...

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Also by Paige JG:

Turned Tables | Solemn Suffering |

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When Collecting Memories a Legend is Born

Famous Footballer's biography

Hundreds were queuing

Book printed memories

The Man himself

Said to me

Sorry you waited

For so long

Another memory added

Respectable Gentleman honoured

Silent coffin carried

Holding treasured moments

Remembering heartfelt connections

Final journey celebrating

Time travelling conversations

Continually collecting emotions

Goi...

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Bobby Charlton R.I.P

Footfall...

Protagonists, antagonists,

and all in-between,

relying on serendipity

to give its cosmic wink,

decide their fates,

and make them conduits

for that universal allegory

looming ever so large,

within this paradigm

of ashes and dust,

before they're footnoted

as the mere footfall

of an era bygone,

the one following

forgetting to ask

who was hero,

and who w...

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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

Half-heartedly... |

The Mother Kali

All say the NIGHT is nothing but you
After repellent darkness a day new,
The firefly that takes the PRIDE
Is none other than luminescent light,
A bud gets its fulfilment lonely
In darkness is YOU(mother) the latency,
The sun has got the ball of fire
From YOU, O SWEET MOTHER!
The cloud is devoid of guile white
Sailing in the space so bright:
Whiteness of impeccability is yours
The golden...

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Also by Ujjal Mandal:

Grandfather & I |

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“New Energy”

Recently I been uninspired and my heart weeps for innovation, I’m over the anticlimactic vibes, I’m keeping distance from all the prevaricators, In the right occasion I bring the zeal, How will you speak when the truth gets leaked? The heat of the fire, My raw agenda is that I am trying to inspire, I need it vice versa, The vise grip of life’s myths, try not to get duped into stagnancy, why do you...

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Liverpool

The Liverpool I know

I never felt I belonged

An observer

A watcher

Drinking in everything that came along

Revisiting memories so very clear

My city heart beats like I’m still here

Streets never changing

People stay the same

Time hasn’t dulled the reason for their fame,

I know I’m among them when I hear their cheerful roar

They clatter as they run by, with laughter ...

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Also by IanQ:

My Selfish Heart | Spirit of Friendship | Did we meet, now we have | Dusk | Ice | Dawn | Love Changes | Two Hearts | Jaunt | Love Wins | Everything | Beautiful Woman |

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Late night

Not just in some.. times

Upto ten times in a week's

I wake up very late 

In the middle of night

To say hi to my life 

To whom I see as my half

   She is the one that wakes

   That gives my life a sense

   She doesn't know all this

   Or she don't care if I miss

So I see her in my hand

At late night on my bed

Hoping to see her again 

I kiss my phone on her chi...

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Greedy Hearts

I am no product of love,

I have never been treated as one.

I am the product of greed,

The punishment of my creators' sin.

I am no reminder of their love,

I serve only as a reminder of their greed.

Greedy for more love,

When their own had run out.

 

I am a desperate attempt at filling their 

Empty hearts once again.

My own scratched empty,

Theirs only half filled...

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heartsgreed

fattening up

Fattening up

The way the cookie crumbles

The more my stomach grumbles

I can write i can eat

I rather feed than binge on drugs or alcohol

A behemoth living an unforgiving world

A slave to its own devices

Like rats or the mice i live on the scraps

Feeding the emotions that come across me

Lock everything in chains or with keys

I eat like its a desire a necessity

Bet y...

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Also by Clifford Harris:

love ain't for me |

overeating

Title.

My mother made a slick decision when she was 9 months pregnant.

Denying the wishes of her gentle husband;

Spitting out words from her own tongue, 

Never borrowing those from her predecessors. 

I would not be French,

She did not come from France,

My father’s family, too, a stranger to French land.

Yet, I carry with me a tinge of a French identity 

Buried in 5 letters, merely...

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Also by Claire Maher:

By Daylight |

To The Woman I Love

Expressions of Love: Part VIII

Title: To The Woman I Love

 

To the woman I love

You are mine

To the woman I have

I am yours

To the woman I found

I am no longer lost

To the woman I see

There is no greater beauty

To the woman I hear

No sound can compare

To the woman I touch

My fingers trace no other

 

To the woman you are

The man I am cound never as...

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Love

Tonight...

Light breeze,

Flowing through your hair,

Like swift waves of silent sea.

As we hear,

Gentle rustling of leaves,

Their sound, A music indeed,

With the moon's light,

Shimmering through the sky,

Lightning our path,

Your dark eyes,

Twinkling,

Like an ocean, filled with stars.

Hear me, my dear,

I know it is hard,

But, I want you,

To forget all your worries,

...

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Also by Nitika Prabhakar:

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A Night Walk

I look up at the stars at night,

It's quiet and so dark. 
There's one that shines so very bright, 

I wander to the park. 
A bright and beautiful shooting star, 

A cluster of twinkling lights. 
I wonder if I could travel so far, 

Or climb such great heights. 
For I do want to see them all, 

To marvel in their beauty. 
Vast expanses I feel so small, 

Milky Way like the blue se...

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Also by DanielleWrites:

A dramatic monologue from a Submarine Captain |

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Quiet Flower

I see a small field.

A flower stands alone there.

It looks at me, too.

I ask it a question now,

But all I hear is silence.

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Hope Resurfaces For the Girl at Greggs

Hope Resurfaces For the Girl at Greggs

I saw your forearm as you got my sausage roll

from the hot counter and placed it in a brown bag.

The long line of cuts from your wrist to your elbow

a message, a plea, a cry for help, a hashtag

to the like-minded of life blighted by self-harm.

I would never have known from your warm smile, charming

service that you suffered any mental ang...

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Mother Dearest

Pinned down to the paper doll you created for me to be

Pieces of myself sliced away to better fit the mold

Never allowed to grow away from your expectations

 

Why have I never been deserving of your love?

 

I will never understand how someone can find such joy in ripping apart another

 

Why do you laugh when you hear my screams?

Why do you smile when you see my tears?

...

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2023

All things must come to an end

A hollow silence

In the vast expansion

The dark void beckons

And the unknown stalks

Time stands still here 

On the edge of it all

Staring into oblivion

The end is near

And it is inevitable

But do not fear

As all things come into being

All things must come

To an end

To begin again

Ever changing

Ever growing

This is the Great Journey.

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November 2023 Collage Poem: Boneyard Blues

Locate the source of the timebomb girl

back in the boneyard of strange events

a cargo of coffins

the dead unmoored from their resting bays

 

In the bone yard of writers we laughed

as only poets can do, and then make notes.

 

An emotional time-bomb is the deadly thing

Shadows sharp and black Lovers who sing

with heartbeats sucking in the air

panting like old dogs

...

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boneyard blues

🪔 Dwelling Diwali 🕯️

Sight

Diwali blazes with a dazzling display

A celestial concert, pure festive array

Chromatic fusions of Rangoli art

Colorful hues ignite each heart.

 

Sound

Fireworks crackle and pop,

Music fills every hop,

Melodies that bring solace and cheer

Echoing through time, banishing fear

 

Smell

The aroma of incense fills the room

With cheerful peers in joyful bl...

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Suella Braverman 

Burn the tents

With the homeless inside

Attack a march

Calling for peace

 

Gather your stormtroopers

To march down the streets

         A Nazi pogrom

         In all but name

 

The torch has been lit,

To burn down the streets

of London, your town, neighbourhood

and brain

 

mulling over…

“Suella who’s the next

person, group and cause

Should...

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Suella Braverman 

Death

I fear not Death.
I see the mists of the dead, not.
I see nothing.
I fear not nothing.
I hear them call.
They are whispering my name
They whisper ‘Come’.
Lord, why do I now fear?
Lord, what is wrong?
Only the dead know.
The answers await me there.
Only I am too scared to understand
Only I am too scared to discover
For I am just a man. 

 

(This was wrote when I was actually 17 a ...

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a mighty win

fear is the grandest of fear
fear is the grandest of a mighty winner
a winner is a mighty winner
a winner is a grandest winner
grand is grandest of fear
grand is grandest of a winner
a win is a mighty win

a win is a grand win
knowledge is power
knowledge is a grand power
knowledge is a mighty power
a win is within a win
a win is within fear
a win is within knowledge

a win is with...

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Beautiful Queen

Manon French Canadian Beautiful Queen

Sparkling eyes angelic serene

For every Queen must have a crown

God blessed her

A platinum garland was sent to her

God's Purest most stunning jewel was lent to her

Breathtaking beauty too precious for earth

Stefany crowned from birth

Melissa sweet as the honey in her name

Honey bee she gives strength to her Queen

Manon, Melissa he...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

Culture defined |

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Sway

Sway

I sway left, I sway right
Cradling you in my arms
Shushing like the waves
Wishing you goodnight.

I move left, I move right
Dodging your little hands
As we tickle and tumble
Play with no end in sight.

I teach left, I teach right
One day you’ll just get it.
Shoes, socks and gloves
Dad duties become light.

I’ll go left, you’ll go right.
You’ll text me you’re well
You’re on...

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What is evil

What now, what is evil?

I’m sure we can agree

if killing just one child is awful,

thousands more must be

evil’s outright apogee.

No problem pegging evil.

 

But how to deal with evil?

Find the men (we know

it’s mainly men). Pronounce those people

lowest of the low.

Blazon what they did, and show

those men to be pure evil.

 

Now, certain who is evil,

you’...

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