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For when I am weak, then am I strong

Sometimes, I lack command of cadences, tones,
Sometimes, words tumble from my pen like grain,
At other times words have to be pulled like teeth.

So  I sat down by the Manchester Ship canal,
On a cold grey December day, 
I wept silently because of the curse I carry:

The curse of a glint of a light from Elysium
Or from Zion or heaven-knows-what-you-will.
But I cannot sing the songs of th...

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Also by John E Marks:

PAUL O'GRADY D.L. | All that love can do | An adamantine distress | Day Out | A Love Supreme | Casting stones | GIANT STEPS | Homage to Nietzsche | STUTTERER | Genocide | Northern Morning | Widows & Orphans | Generation 27 | Parvenu | Vanishing point | Shadows of a broken vessel | Walking solo | Subliminal | BLANK SLATE | Mater Mea | Adamantine Blue |

I am my own responsibility (Life's Lessons)

It's up to me,

To fix my life is my own responsibility

Never knew how to live this life

All these bad examples that I followed through

Never knew how much I failed at life until now

Like the Cosmos has opened up and poured into me somehow

And like Joni I keep writing out loud

Until I'm healed without a doubt


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Also by Kevin Tan:

Where life is but a dream | You don't have to love (strife) | Cosmic Classes | You don't have to live like that! (celebrity lifestyle) | Lost track (1) | More Chores for Sores 😩 | Bad Boys | I just want you to be happy (1) | Not under this sun | New Europe (OKAY) | Unpoetics(1) | Jack(')s | spring break springs |

Second Cup

She stands in the doorway

twisting, turning, and stretching,

intent on informing me of her decisions.

A velvety-smooth approach

I’ve delighted in many times.


“I think I’m going to have a second cup of coffee,

and stay in my pajamas a while longer.

I hope you’re okay with this?”


“I think you would be foolish not to,” I say.

“The best thing about knowing you’ll ...

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Also by Mike McPeek:

The Composer | Train Ride | Constant Companion | Personal Notes on Angels | Window Seat | Rain Song | Drift-Away Gifts | Local Weather |

the smell of me in a life

i leave things in other peoples houses on purpose. 

so they remember me.

so i have reasons to return. 

i left a poster in one, 

my sunglasses in another, 

so i stay in mind.

so when they wear the glasses, or the pass the poster,

they think of Nadia. 


i leave bits of me in every place i go, 

i make sure to share too much, or shout too loud. 

so they remember me...

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Whether it is a war of personal attrition,

Detrimentally involuntary

Or a war of hatred with their neighbour

Muscle flexing showing national pride and anxiety

Whether it’s climate change, wearing thin our planet,

Many single voices spouting climatic rhetoric

heckled and shackled by those likely to lose livelihoods

Not thinking that eventually, we all lose our lives


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Also by JD Russell:

We’ve been there. | It was, and always will be, 1969 | Unsure in love | The mind of a bomber | Does anyone care? | How many? | Winter has passed and with it, love. |


Breathing Air on a Wintry Day

The lady

at the drive-through eatery

has a voice like honey

and a smile like sunshine.

She always processes

our order with elegance 

(although we first have to talk to annoying AI at the speaker box), and with a kind flourish passes our food out the drive-up window to our eager hands; 

"Here you go; be careful now, those fries are hot; enjoy your meal."

Well, one particular...

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Also by Hélène:

To Be Free | Luminescent | Doing | Distillation | Family | Easter | Midnight | A Walk & A Prayer | Prayers for Healing of the Mind | Every | Altar of Our Suffering | Today, Welcome | Today, Welcome | Learning & Communicating (2 parts) | Faith | Community | Slowly | Freedom | Float | Perhaps | 3 Course Meal | Prayer for Healing | Inexplicably |


Gilded journal in azure for magical studies

The timber house for two, arcane music from the otherworld

Bruin wool blankets gifted from old friends

To keep us warm in this little enclave of dreams

basket of gala apples picked ripe to last us

Makeshift bed on the floor and the moorish lanterns lit

The sylph’s secrets in the paintings beside us enchanting our sleep

We have brough...

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Also by Mirabel:

The Celtic sea / | Bohemian bride | Venezia |


D minor

Jazz piano
 in D minor
A note that's allowed
 like the pain
 that's caused
 and delivered
the shadowed sound
 from the speakers
 is the sigh
 that pulls me back
 to that place
 that she once held
but I wont respond
 just keep  
 the kerb 2 foot away-
no turning
 back around
 to hear her needs
my wants
 are the rear-view
 that cause the
 eye's to blink
 wet ...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

SNIP-SNIP | Spoken breath | Trigonometry | Wittgenstein | Amber's Breath | Ember |

2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 2 Departure day

Image: Part of the in flight entertaimnet system, in addition to music films and games there is an interactive map which show wher eyou areat any given time also says how far you have gone, how far to go, time, height and speed.



Departure Day

29.03.23 – 19) Rise, dress, coffee, taxi arrives then I’m away

Another poetry tour departure day

Motorways clear, it feels good to be ...

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Also by Trev the Road Poet:

2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 1 The Run Up |

Anti-sonnet 1

(Music: "Reprise" - Marcelo Zarvos, Peter Vronsky)

No, I do not feel you close

nor do I think I should

a hope not there to be, for hope abounded always

in knowledge that felt almost fatelike

a hope for you

a you I’ll meet the right time

a you I’ll meet and feel like I knew that moment

since I imagined it too many times

in all its possible dimensions 

of being just a ...

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Also by osne:

For the unnamed | Ephemeral | Stranger | System error | Rictus | Missed call | Walking dead | Expected | Betrayal | One for another | The choice | Sonnet to absence | Lossless | Mishoped | Untitled 5 | Untitled 4 | The one | The classic | Galatea | The name |

Only Beginning

I'm not sure

How relationships work

Or what to say

When you tell me I'm pretty


I know nothing

Of the cues,

Hints, and meanings

You put behind your words


I don't know how to tell

If the look you give me

Is of disinterest 

Or shyness


I have no idea

How anything works

Or how anything stays

So, why don't you teach me?

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Also by purplemoon:

Yearning |

What Do I see?

What do I see, when I see you?
Beautiful eyes, two pools of blue.
From behind, I see wavy swirls.
Of tumbling bouncing little curls.
Such a pretty face, alight with glee.
As beautiful as a child could be.
Born to smile...that gorgeous grin.
A million hearts to melt and win!
Yes, I'm your Grandad, that is true.
But that is what I see, when I see you!










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Also by Mike Bartram:

Windows | Message | Mother's Day 19/3/23 | Through Raindrops | My Secret |

hope my synonyms are right, i graduate soon tehe

Can't wait to be free from the shackles of university. 

The weight of the future is in your hands! It is up to you to save the world from global warming, freezing temperatures and from lightrays that can pierce through overpriced sunnies.

My head aches from the anxitey of university. 

The token of diversity, the physical persona of the 'I have a dream speech', and the face of fake progres...

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Seeds For Gaia

On waking,

she shivered a rainbow 

upon the knoll where bodies lay.

Yawning flowers took note,

flaunting their colours as a veil.

Her fingers dug deep into the fertile soil

until she could feel the root.

The old oak swaying its gnarly arms.

The moss, so moist and sweet, sang.

She could hear the breeze whistling  the grass.

A lullaby of morning dew.

From the forest ...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

My Ambrosia | I'm Me! Can't you see? | Tears In The Rain |

I Write In Pen

Expressions of Love: Part XLIII

Title: I Write In Pen


I write in pen.

Because, like our relationship,

It is final.

There is no going back,

only forward; ink building

and growing like our connection,

every single day.



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Also by Jason Phillips:

Dad | Consumed | Mi Amor |


I Knew the Sun would Shine.

They said I’d never make

A good poet

So I told them they could throw it

To the wind

For all I cared


I knew the sun would shine

On those who dared

And so I dared

To share


I gathered words

I wove them with emotion

Gently placed them

Into empty spaces

Sat back

And watched the wonder

On peoples faces


I took tears

And smiles



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Also by Clare:

People Like Us | Indelible. | Stick it where the sun don’t Shine!😂 | Back Into The Grey |

Language Barrier

I’m screaming at the top of my lungs

But she can’t hear me.

I might as well be yelling in French or Spanish because

She just doesn’t understand me

When I tell her I can’t do this.


She doesn’t get it when I tell her

I don’t know—

Je ne sais pas,

Yo no sé

—how I’m going to see this through.


It’s like my brain es en fuego from all

Of the información being ...

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Also by Elle Shaine:

Understanding | Dead Rat | Hit and Run |

understandingfamilyoverwhelmedteenage bullshit


I’ve been wondering about ancestral memory recently.

Take Alfie.  He’s my daughter’s little white dog.  She describes him as a bichon frise-something-or-other cross.  I call him a mongrel.

Alfie doesn’t mind.

He’s about 7 years old, although he’s rather guarded about his age.  Vanity, I suppose.

Anyroadup, Alfie does that timeless thing that all dogs have done since cavelady times.  (S...

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Also by John Coopey:



As I write, each line reaches for memories

lost, fallen beyond the edge of the world:

kamarupa dwelling in infinity, fading


when my lines do not find them

and my words fail passion and desire.


Eons, lost pasts. Which of them

could dream my frail dream of this

verse? Which, thrown


across the fabric of time, could make

nothing everything?

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Who includes diversity... | Resistant News | Consequences |


The horse’s leg,a miracle,how did it come about ?

A horse can gallop up to 30 miles per hour,

This involves ingenious mechanical power ,

The muscles in the legs act as dampers vibrating to any length,

A highly specialised muscle design that provides agility and strength.


Horses can sometimes be seen standing up as they sleep,

So that they can run away as predators upon them creep.

The design of the horse's legs engineers ha...

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Also by hugh:

That’s snot very funny!! | A bad move having a meal out with a mate!! | Revenge | Good news for me and you | The spread of kindness | Avoid an unhealthy hell and look after your body well. | A depressed teenager's hope for the future was lifted | Our world is in turmoil !! | Hip hip hooray for women's international day !! |

Milk Bottles

In the great tempest of eighty-seven,

Mum and Dad remembered milk bottles

Bouncing and blowing down their quiet street.

Incredibly, none of them were broken,

Though hordes of healthy trees were smashed to bits.

But soldiers do not escape so lightly:

One bullet shot is easily enough

To shatter for good their unprotected shield.

The broken glass has to be collected

And put...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

Pot Shots | Villanelle for a village cricketer | The Reunion Party | Circumstances | Dumb Animals | Bakhmut | Anonymity | Footprints |


Dear Emma

Dear Emma

Rember the words you said?

The kind, loving words?

The I love yous?

The I'll always be there for yous?

The let me do your makeup?

The let me dye your hair?

I always aspired to be like you

But you changed

The I love yous

The I'll always be there for yous

The I'll always protect yous

You changed the way you do your hair

You changed the way you held me...

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Also by Dolly:

Lynching |


Those who deserve respect seldom demand it;

Those who demand respect seldom deserve it.

Those who merit reward rarely expect it;

Those who seek reward rarely reject it.

Those who choose to preen and preach

Can frequently miss the chance to teach.

Better by far to debate and discuss -

And be of far more use to us!


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Also by M.C. Newberry:

MY MOTHER - a re-post for Mothering Sunday. | NIGHT THOUGHTS |

Grammar Police

I’ll hold up my hand and I’ll freely admit

to my grammar police inclinations,

because knowing your shit and knowing you’re shit

are two quite discrete revelations.


And if I make the statement “I’m going to”,

I should follow with my destination,

while if somebody else says “I’m going too”,

I might greet that with some trepidation.


To say I want a peace, or I want a...

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The Pouring Rain

The pouring rain

Erasing the pain

Windows soaking wet

Similar to the Summer sweat

Wiping away all the dirt

From which the trees and grass are hurt

A perfect shower for the road

Vehicles have literally slowed

All cosy and gazing outside

Watching the rain as my guide

A great way to release your soul

Before I get up and go for a stroll!

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Also by Aisha Suleman:

Ramadan |

The Too Tall Tool by LADpoem (story of a 6ft 7 man)

Too Tall Tool by LADpoem

I wonder just how many people

think that it's ok

to comment on a person's height

having only met that day.

Coz so far I have noticed

that there seems to be a rule

that you can say just what you want

if someone's 6ft 7 tall.


"Oh my god how tall are you?"

I regularly hear

from rude insensitive people

when I'm out for a casual beer.


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Barter Books, Alnwick

Dozens of trains went back and forth daily

to and from the junction in its heyday.

Fifty-five years ago, the last service.

The terminus building still stands,

grand, too grand for just a branch,

but maybe not too high and mighty

for royalty visiting a duke of Northumberland.


Now far more browsers than ever waited

on the platforms throng the old parcels

and waiting r...

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Also by Greg Freeman:

Song of the Ofsted Inspectors | Black gold | No, Minister! or Whatever happened to the BBC? |

No One Understands

Many of my poems are about him

Because I want people to know

What it’s like to love him

It’s like eating sweet fruit

Ripest from the season

If I had to share it with one person

I would only take one bite

And give the rest to my lover

Because I convinced myself

His happiness was mine

No one understands what he meant to me

There are no words in the world

To expres...

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Also by Jaded_Jas:

Bipolar Episode | Loving You Not Me | Moral Compass | I Belong To... | This is Bipolar | Never Meant To Be | Dear Love | Prettiest | Poor Minded | Not Love |

Tuning Fork

I lay the knives, sharp, on the table, flat. 
Notes of cinnamon and spices should keep the tempo light,
As I conduct the kitchen, for my dinner party tonight. 


Knock knock, they melodically rap upon the door,
I go to greet my fine guests, yet moments before,
I turn back from the handle, for I'm not so sure,
Which of the four seasons should delight my decor?


To choose only one,...

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Also by Jack Roberts:

Nothing |


Hide brokenness

Hello pal, you okay bud, you alright great to see you 

Am friends with everyone 

A chramer, a smiler,a real disco dancer a real nice guy 

I have all the qualities am likabke all a round

generous to a fault, Nothing can get me down so they think 

But you wouldn't believe that the life of the party is dieing inside his on the brink

My crown is begin to slip, I love a drink 

One ...

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Also by Keith Byrne:

War within | My problem | I used to | I wish | A journey | Will you |

Death on the highway!

Death is so jarring, though we are cognizant of it’s looming presence, when faced with it, we cocoon our very beings in a state of stillness…

As a creature of habit, I embarked on a morning walk, silently welcoming the beginning of spring. The wind caressed my face ever so softly with the sun making an inconsistent appearance.

Ruminating over things past and present! 

I walked gallantly, ...

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Also by Grace:

Tales Echoed |


Wounds of liberation

Imagine being totally untethered

After feeling chain linked 

I feel split

That part removed 

That half is trying to renew

But it hurts 

To grow scab over wound 

Missing you is mourning you 

Leaving you is still losing you

And I’m just as lost

As I made you 

If it could be 

I would make it be 

Should I be chain linked again 

I would make it good 

Should ...

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Cast Me away

Cast me away on a sea of dreams

And let me float away

I’ll be back later on

Sometime today


Cast me away on a sea of thoughts

And let me drift away

I’ll explore my inner workings and try to find

A little peace of mind


Cast me away from living people

Let me walk among the dead

And hear their stories from the past:

Thoughts and dreams and memories that last


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Also by Steve Higgins:

The Big Spot | The Curve of Her Neck | The Godfather Part III |


Green Lights Turned Red

Traffic lights go green, 

An empty late midnight highway

Gives the man the license to speed up. 

The speed limit marked 80 or below, 

Nevertheless, he gave in full throttle. 

The girl sitting next to him had to reach out 

To someone who'd been waiting to hear from her.


A sudden unexpected interception and 

The situation was under grave repercussion. 

The radiator gr...

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Also by Manish Singh Rajput:

Bonfire in a World so Cold | The Interloper | Lost in the Wake | From New York, with Love. | Dear Vincent | An Outsider's Story |


Ouvriers Britanniques en Solidarité Avec La CGT -" À bas Macron- À bas les Tories.

Jeremy Clarkson Said..."Striking Public Sector Workers Should be Shot in Front of Their Families".

Why wasn't he sacked,and arrested for incitement to murder +or grievous bodily harm?


L'internationale: French; and English below.


Debout, les damnés de la terre
Debout, les forçats de la faim
La raison tonne en son cra...

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Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:

Державний Гімн України State Anthem of Ukraine | Led By Donkeys Sting! | Screwed! | Tory Haiku | Happy Mother's Day - #Let Women Speak | Scríobh Amach Os Ard É!-Write It Out Loud! | Illegal Refugees Bill = The Bill that IS Illegal | Þunresdæg |

Food for Thought (Science Entry) four items

Rat Tank


1. Take five live female rats.

2. place in aquarium like tank and tend day and night.

3. keep under guard twenty four seven.

4. tank is size of pen but aquarium so no rats escape.

5. keep at body temperature - akin to daily temperatures in equatorial regions.

6. infect one of the female rats with aids/hiv like condition the animals in equatorial regions are expre...

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Also by ZTK Space:

Ode To The Warning Mocking Bird | Good Move Theresa | Amidst a Cuckold Clout |

Waiting For My Nobody

Tired souls sigh together,

lovers have given up on getting better,

but I will continue to stay with the withered tree until the end of times.

We have exchanged the word 'forever'

and thus I will patiently wait untill we are back together.

I will wait for you, my nobody,

until my body cannot anymore.

Until my body decays

and my bones slip into Mother's embrace.

Even then...

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Also by Oizys:

Mercy | I Love Myself (Unfortunately) |


Selected Poems For Mothers

It has to be

large print

      too clever
and not too crude

It can't be a sure-fire hit
you have to take a chance
or forget it forever

it doesn't need to be
a cavernous 
growing inside 
a Ben Nevis

it just is

Right there in black and white 
     and you all for shading
might two agree to disagree
     and still hear the ring of truth?

You know 

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Yes Sir | In Memory | Ecology In Crisis | Words for 'Thaxted' | Mood Of A Season | Between The Ages A Thoroughfare | Aflipbook |

Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem

To be young again, carefree, and be

Only me, free of responsibility.

You see, context is key,

I hope you agree that we

Live and grow like a tree,

Branch out and roots go deep

Which may at times keep us steady,

Ready to go or stay

And after hours, night and day

Passes, months become years,

And age amasses. Our fears

Allay and gray days hide the sun


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The War

Who had waged countless wars

That  have all ultimately become

Pounds of wounds

Sitting on both shoulders

All the wars turned into

Pure exhaustion

And lots of embarrassment

Came into being later on

Prayers can beat off 

The soul's meanigless wars 


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Also by Begum Burak:

Evil in them |

war poetry

My Grandson Writes his Name

for Ziyad


The first letter he has known for months

in zig-zag lines getting nowhere.


Turned on its side and crayoned blue

he can stretch it out like a river;


or if he changes colour can make

a mountain, some grass, a fire.


Cut back to its simplest form

and laid out in rows like ghosts,


he follows the dots over and over

before he does it on hi...

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Also by David Cooke:

Shadow Boxing |

The Self-Fulfilled Prophecy

The Self Fulfilled Prophecy

Baby— I know they hurt you bad

It makes me mad

 That one person's actions

Could leave you feeling— so small and sad


My darling— it’s not just my view 

How you were treated— was not your fault

Please belief this

It’s true


But you can’t shake it

You think the way they behaved

Was because of you

You were made to question ever...

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Also by Rasa Kabaila:

These Jeans Do Well |

Beauty of Mind

 With a highly volatile temper

A person may lose the beauty of mind

Just like a sweet flower in the winter.

With all sweetness a flower blooms,

But the warmth of the sun

Does burn the soft petals.

The air does fade its aroma away.

The water hits the soft petals

With a mighty splash

Time and again.


If the beauty of mind blooms once,

Neither the sun, the ai...

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Also by Ujjal Mandal:

The Beauty of Earth | Beauty in Ugliness | Life, the Thrill of Infatuation | The Song of Beauty | Mother, My Muse! | Religion of Water | What a Mother Really Is! |

mind power


The millenia lurk

by the rafters

in the sky, marvelling

at the choices

of marionettes trying

to illumine a prophecy, 

infuse it with fact;

epochs poke through,

to peek at the calcifying 

of evil-doing, all 

in the name of good;

not a name, of course, 

but a pseudonym, cunningly

whispered by the dreaded,

hydra-headed, shapeshifting 



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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

Dream-woven | Pantheon | Tick-tock... |

Winchester's Mystery

This is a testament to my will

I'm jumping ship and swimming home

All the way to Winchester, where the doors lead to plaster

To neither here nor there

Nor any hereafter

There's commotion on the other side

Interference on the other line

I can't tell where I am

Where I'm situated 

Whether I was written into the grand plan

Or an honorable mention 

An afterthought some...

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Also by Katherine Lockridge:

Impatience, Prudence | The Defender | In the Midst of Dying | The Silent Toll |


Rain on my window 

Hissing like black and white interference

Unable to tune in

Searching the dial for a glimmer 

A flick of a picture 

A glimpse in the mirror

A speeding car

A lovers kiss

Peering into another world 

The other world

A world of madness

Brainless humanity 

Busily going nowhere 

Chasing dreams

Or chasing reality

Pursuit of perfection

Or ...

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Also by Edbreathe:

Our friends |


I put a post of myself on again

And then think of all the critics

Those so called friends frowning in consternation at my narcissistic tendencies 

As if am putting a mirror up to their own insecurities 

That need to nuke the system sings in my synapses

Normality makes me mad

Friendship can’t be had

I am miles away from my mission but closer than most

God is not the Father, ...

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Social mediahonestyadhddepressionmental illness

Her Reflection

She walks past the icy road.
She floats by the freezing sea.
She carries a cold heart inside
Her expression is the reflection I see.

She laughs as it passes by 
She haunts the rolling, painful cry.
She goes for the treasure that hide
Her expression is the reflection I see.

Her tears are made of Howling Blood
Her face reads out for help.
She would tell if her mouth wasn’t filled with ...

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Also by Zola Eppenger:

I Brought | Day Dream | His Bucket List |

வாழ்க்கை பயணம்

வாழ்க்கை என்ற ஒன்றில் பிறப்பு முதல் இறப்பு வரை அனைவருக்கும் பயணம் ஒன்றே ஆனால் அவரவர் தேர்ந்து எடுக்கும் பாதை வேறு . . . . . . வளைந்து செல்லும் பாதைகளில் திரும்பி செல்ல தெரிந்துகொள்ள வேண்டும் இல்லையெனில் வீழ்வது நாம் தான் பாதை அல்ல . . .. . .. . . உடன் வருபவர் உனக்காக வரவில்லை ஊருக்காக வருகிறார். . . . . உனக்கு தேவையான உணர்விற்காக இல்லை அவருக்கு தேவையான உதவிக்காக வருகிறார் ....

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