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Strangled Silence

Strangled Silence

 

I have a friend in Russia.

We send each other messages.

That say nothing.

His father is a poet.

No news, only greetings are exchanged.

We long to converse freely.

But he lives in fear.

I say nothing of consequence.

To protect him.

Silence stands in our way.

We are afraid to speak openly.

He lives under a dictatorship.

I live with it as ...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Sudden Death | The Agony of Separation | The Voices of Freedom | A Gay Dismissal | A Nocturnal Holocaust | All for a Greater Order | The Six o clock News | The Old England | Poet & Writer | Sincere Souls | The Hermitage of the Soul | Every Day is Good Friday | Palm Sunday |

2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 12 NaPoWriMo and closure

Image: Reciting at 1 in 12 Club Bradford on the last day of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), a creative writing project held every April, where particpants attempt to write a poem a  day for one month. NaPoWriMo coincides with National Poetry Month in America and Canada.  There is no limit to the poems write as many as you want, and a subject of your choice. 

 

 

29.04.23 -194:1...

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Also by Trev the Road Poet:

2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 11 The Journey Home | 2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 10 Edinburg to Austin | 2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 9 Edinburg and the RGVIPF | 2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 8 Midland to Edinburg | 2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 7 Midland | 2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 6 Lamesa to Midland | 2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 5 Lamesa | 2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 4 Austin to Lamesa | 2023: Trev returns to Texas for National Poetry Month incorporating NaPoWriMo: Part 3 Austin |

AGE AND POETRY

As I wend my unhurried English way in the direction of the personal marker of my 80th birthday, 

the words of my fellow countryfolk come to mind with increasing relevance and resonance.

The lament from Charles Lamb leads the way:

"Where are they gone, the old familiar faces?"

How readily those words bring to mind family, friends, colleagues and acquaintances who are no

longer with u...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

ST GEORGE'S DAY 2023 | MORE POINTS TO PONDER |

Census

‘How many of you live here?’

The man with the clipboard was asking.

Numbers are not my strong point

And I get a bit tongue-tied.

I reply, in a roundabout way:

‘Well, some, here and there;

Not many now;

Fewer than there used to be.’

‘Is that the best you can do?’

He snapped, looking peeved.

I slope off, inadequate,

Fumblingly imprecise.

 

Turning round, I see ...

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Also by Stephen Gospage:

Leaving Bangkok | War Habits | Language Lessons | Sloviansk (14 April 2023) | Polite Society | Victims | Law and Order | The Ants | Glory Days | Ventriloquist |

UkraineWar

A Madness Tale


It always happens, if I'm left alone.
To bouts of madness, I am prone.
Not sure, what or who is to blame.
I'd be ok, if  only I heard my name.

I spiral into darkness, out of control.
I doubt my worth, question my role.
Unconcerned, the world watches on.
Tormented voices, I wish be gone.

Twisted visions, have no right to stay.
If they heard my name, they'd go away.
I call it out to ...

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Also by Mike Bartram:

Shadows | The Hill | Yesterday...What I Saw | 34 Years On Never Forgotten | County Road 14/4/23 | The Lonely State | The Springwood Sun | Hangar 34 Liverpool | A Miss Mum Day | Stanley Park Liverpool |

Stars

Yesterday

I opened the windows of my room with the night

I let in the stars and slept in their time

    I knew their waning

 

When I awoke

My pillow was flattened with the weight of their time

My mind was present in the immensity of their span

    I knew their past now

 

Today

I curtained the new day in my room with the dawn

I breathed in time and dreamed of the...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

The Door |

timestarsnightsleepcosmos

Bullies

As we look at our society,
We'll see one that creates most anxiety.
It's one that we should all despise.
It is one which no-one should disguise.

It is a bully - as they bring distress,
Turning good people's minds into a mess.
To destroy confidence is their aim.
Then after that they'll just do the same.

For victims they will always seek,
Searching for those who seem weak.
But for what...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Looking back... |

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Uncivil War

I've just been watching a heart-rendingly sad documentary about the American Civil War, and its aftermath.

It's a disgrace to the memory of the fallen, that some of our politicians deliberately and repeatedly use language which could lead to the repetition of such horrors.

 

 

 

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Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:

Double Limerick - Soggy Moggy | Turn The Bugger Off | Make Great Britain Grate ! | REJOIN THE EU! | Boiling Frogs Haiku | Britannia in Cloaca Maxima Est-Britain's in the Sewer | Labour Made Unelectable-How? With Help From A Foul-Mouthed Slanderer. | It Sez So In The Bible! | April Fools |

Silhouette

All alone inside my head
Nothing to remember
Nothing to look forward to 
Nothing to be said.
Up early on this grey May day.
My friends are silhouettes
Nothing to remember
Nothing to forget
Nothing to regret.
I am the ghost of myself
Already at 07.13am
As the BBC news comes on
I'm planning to be dead.
I drink my tea shakily - 
from the last night's booze -
Sit at my desk in this stra...

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Also by John E Marks:

My brother | Sketches in a minor key | Holy Brokenness | Above the vaulted sky | The pharmacology of shadow | A rainy night in Soho | Charlie Darwin | These missionary times | The wise man knows himself to be a fool | Translating the rain | Ditty | Drinking where the riverbed is dry | Good Friday | CONFESSIONAL | Paul Léon (1893-1942) | When the poet ceases singing | The buzz of the silence | The language of the eyes |

Amazing

Amazing

 

 

     Where have the previous thirteen years ran to?

  That day when my wife and I tended our first born

is now some thirteen years away,

     where is it those thirteen years are now hiding?

 

     Our Son Wyatt be as tall as a ships mast,

and by knowing his empath, his mast boasts full

sail of seas where only a need for sleep can

     interrupt his adv...

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Also by ZTK Space:

The Humbled Never Take; Only Give! | No Stuffing But Leathered | Upon Mussorgsky's Hill | Comme C'est Avec Toi, C'est Avec Moi............. (re-issue (as promised)). |

the rich of greatness

a machine is greater than a machine
the greater the inspiration,the greater the admiration
the greater the machine,the greater the inspiration
the greater the body,the greater the machine
the greater the body,the greater the soul
greatness is richer than greatness
greatness is richer than the mind,body,and soul

rich is richer than greatness
rich is richer than inspiration
light is riche...

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Also by godlucifer:

the lens of the universe |

machinegreatnessinspiration

MI FIRSTEST POEMS

Mi firstest poems wa’ yonks ago;

I’ve lost ’em (God be thankst!);

Full o’ trite naivety

An’ post-pubescent angst.

 

 

Some of them’s political

(I put the world to rights)

I solved starvation on mi own -

Right On! An’ Outta Sight!

 

 

I took to wearin’ neckerchiefs

As Byron could ‘ave once;

It din’t impress mi granddad -

It made me look a ponce.

 

...

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Also by John Coopey:

WE'RE ON THE UP ! | IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR | FATHER AND SON | Tell ‘Em What You’re Gonna Tell ‘Em, Tell ‘Em and Tell ‘Em You’ve Told ‘Em | STORMY DANIELS | THE DAILY MAIL |

Morning Adulation

Settling into the sigh

of the morning quiet,

alone with the air and the hum of home,

peace descends like a soft mist,

a spider-web blanket of light,

an embrace of spirit wrapping 

all that is --

of which I am but a whisper of breath.

Gratitude dances on the edges of my heart,

softening the piercings of everyday sorrows.

This life is a gift

'tis true,

but its end...

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Also by Hélène:

Weaving the Threads | The Promised Land | Orbs of Light | Just Be | Ce N'est Que... | Stepping Out | Hands Together | Just Sittin' | Changing Dimensions | What Heals? | Holding On | All Is Light | Sacred Spaces | Conversation with the Sky | Breath | Night Becomes Day | Let's Have Fun |

Rocky road to Jesus

She was a ruddy-faced nun, banished to a convent to cure her habit of singing cheeky songs,
where she met Sister Superiorer McPeake, who saw in her a talent for musical theatre,
and turned a blind eye so the novice could sneak out at night to star in the Rocky Horror Show.

But one night, sobbing in the street, because she’d realised that
Christ was her only true love, she gazed at the stars ...

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Also by Kevin Vose:

Football talk kills radio show | Les – the ‘fool’ with the tool | Dirty Dolores | Loather the shifty dog | Padraig and the bushwhacker | Dashitall, we should have listened to him | Going for a song | Oh what a Boer – I’m so brassed of | Little Stan |

Beauty in Bass Rock

A shining stone on the horizon.

In a stunning world, it does it’s bit.

You may find it surprising,

This beauty is just shit.

 

Or guano to be more correct,

Though crap it is to most.

It beckons me to come inspect,

Though I’d rather not get close. 

 

It catches me slumped in blue,

When chuckles are more sparse. 

Cheers me to think that such a view

Came from ma...

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Dirt Path

 

Mists lift from the lake
     it's found to be a mirror
you find it good to bow your head
     for low branches
like crossing a threshold
     entering a magic circle
instantly, on the path
     I dare say any path
the lord, a handful
     appears before you
a robin redbreast
     who'll weigh your soul
offer safe passage
     just as long as
          you know who's boss
 

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Thoughts Drifting from A Cove | Not For Sale | Not For Sale | The Nameless Religion | Rustic Discovery | Suspended Sentence | ...as long as the birds come to the feeder | A Poet Caught Up In Current Affairs | Answers On A Blank Cheque |

The Movies

your friends go to the movies and don't invite you

and you've never kissed a girl

never gone to a party

or drank beer

and you begin to wonder

why you lie awake

awash in hopes and dreams

when you could simply disappear

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dubito ergo sum

I thank you for not being good enough

You pulled me into your orbit

when I needed your help

and so, I made you my centre 

to centre myself

 

That was my first mistake

 

I looked inside you

for places where I could hide

I hoped to run from reality

into the delusions of your mind

I was happy to believe you were one of a kind

chuffed upon chuffed that you were mine

and I felt adored

grateful to m...

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Self Portrait.

Clare, the girl with gold ringlets and face made from porcelain

A pathetic young thing

 

Roses for cheeks

Eyes blue from the sky

A heart full of gold

Stories yet to unfold

 

The abandoned child

Caught up in darkness

The price paid by sin

The unspeakable one

 

She’s the girl with the curse

Her birthright is madness

She’s the daughter of Ann

She was bo...

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Also by Clare:

Dolly Told Me. | Tenter hooks and Telling Looks. | Mirror to my Soul. | Through a Child’s Eyes. | I Want My Forever Back. | Chalk and Cheese | Sunny. | Tick With The Tock | Love | Is It True? |

The widows windows

For some years now I have walked past her window,

She is possibly a widow,

Through the pane I witness pain or so would seem the way,

As she sits in the same slumped position each and every day,

Within a room dawned with decoration of the past,

The framed and pictured memories on the shelves are vast,

Something deep within me wants to reach out even more,

To talk to sit to list...

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Also by Luke:

The great garden |

A Rainy Day

Yesterday it rained like the sky

Held all the sorrows of the world

And had finally released them

Onto the black pavement 

 

How could sorrow be so beautiful?

The raindrops hit the ground and I felt

Like the world exists so that we may view 

The beauty that is rain and sky and clouds

 

I stepped out into the pouring tears

And could feel the water cling to me

Like...

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Also by purplemoon:

Springtime | Understanding | Dial Tone |

Vagabond.

Now that I'm completely lost I've no more desire to return. Im deeply wrought with guilt that it seems I've forgotten the way home- But home was never a place anyhow, it was merely a state of mind and for now it's somewhere I can no longer find. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:

Dad. | Black Widow | Static Sounds. |

Public Performance

 

lonely America
 
I wanna put my arms around you 
before you reach for yours 

I wanna kiss you scandalously 
I wanna know how your day's been 

before you collapse into 
your familiar patterns 

of hate 
and sugar addiction 

I’m listening 
I’m here 

you know how to 
touch me

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

how amusing | Tedium | Good Readers |

Hate Billion

8 Billion

Who will win ?

Murderous mankind

Super species   

Sweep all before

Leave a wasteland behind

10 Biblical plagues have nothing on us

A billion locusts , a drop in the ocean.

What will stop us?

War, disease, drought, fire , greed , fear ,?

Natures weapons blunt and useless 

Against the tide of filth we call mankind

Scoured and hollowed 

Carcasses of th...

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Also by Edbreathe:

Line |

Theories from the Micro-Verse (thank you Ann Napolitano)

The scientist, one of a team tending to the Large Collider,
a member of a profession not known for poetry,
takes pages and pages of notes from the latest experiments
studying the accelerated particles of neutrons and protons.
Trying to understand the secrets of the smallest parts
of the natural world, and how they might behave in the air around us.

Within his journal, filled with mathemati...

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Also by Mike McPeek:

Poetry of Light | Three Sentence Love Story | Miss Paula's Poem | Cleaning Up Again | Calligraphy | Clinical |

The Madness of the Sheltered Sun

Its size

and its sinews,

a walk-around

of my thoughts.

I'm looking-

seeking,

the oblivion

of the sheltered sun.

 

Words and image by Thomas Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Capitalist Intercourse |

Life lessons

Sometimes a simple hello

Is a lesson waiting to happen

Since I'm ignorant about the future

I said a few extra words

You were so beautiful and divine

Delicious like the summer sun

I had to know your name 

Hello was not enough

One word changed my world

One word sealed the deal

Shortly, my smile shifted to tears

My worth diminished as well

You’re a test I was desig...

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Also by Jaded_Jas:

Lioness | First Place | Skipping Meals | Tissues | Someone New |

Nautical Mile

saturday fell silent in the morning,

the tea ran down your shirt,

and seconds on the minute do pass by,

don't hear the sirens calling,

don't be besides crying,

open in the midnight journey of fleeting mesmeray.

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Also by Alita Moore:

Biscuits and Gravy | Good Mourning |

Seaport with the Embarkation of the Queen of Sheba, by Claude Lorrain 1648

 

A thin shaft of majestic sunlight

dances across the harbours contained waves

As if highlighting each crest in gold leaf 

Men with muscled arms and sturdier backs

load small boats, transporting large chests of fine silks

Precious stone, spices, and polished gold

Others stand motionless on the fine-marbled quay, 

ready to glimpse the regal retinue

Overhead, dawn clouds s...

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Also by JD Russell:

Love you? Love my dog. | The waiting lists | The Wail of Two Cities | What happens when the sex stops? | Just a few questions before departure |

art history

Sinister Psychologist...

 

Let me peek into your mind

I wonder what delights I'll find?

All manner of things, both sweet & sour

Such tasty morsels to devour! 

Love & Grief in all their sorrow 

I'll gobble 'em down, like there's no tomorrow!

Your secrets, kept so close to chest

I'll hang to cure 'till at their best!

I cross my heart, I'll never tell

Even at the toll of your death knell!

I'l...

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Also by Stephen W Atkinson:

Before Eternity | The Memory Of Her |

Psychology?

JANE

Gracious as her title
God Blessed the earth with this noble warrior by name
Like oxygen to survive she is vital
Unique lady unlike any other
For Jane we are blessed Bright mother
Her heart dances and sings
Fine cut like a diamond
As golden as her rings
This lady is flamboyant as true as her beauty
She oozes style
Eyes sparkling like stars I see her soul in her smile
She cares and loves
...

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Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:

UP UP AND AWAY (the spaceship part 2) |

Janemothermother-in-lawfamilygratitude

Le Petit Parisien, 1952

A small boy running, but not for his life,

as all can see in his fearless smile

and the sense of freedom

 

that lights his eyes. This is the day

he will always remember,

important only because of an errand

 

and the small coin he didn’t drop,

holding it up on tiptoes

across the counter of a baker’s shop,

 

disregarding for once

the glass-fronted shelves of...

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Also by David Cooke:

Le Nu Provençal | The 2CV |

Kings and Queens

Kings and queens are all, it seems
We need to keep food on our plate
Kings and queens and Heinz Baked Beans*
And golden carriages of state

Kings and queens are all, it seems
We need to keep us warm and fed
Kings and queens and Heinz Baked Beans
And Tory Warburtons sliced bread**

So, boo to cost of living crisis
Boo to rising staple prices
Hurrah for Charlie and Camilla
Beans on toas...

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Also by Steve White:

Crowdfund the Coronation |

The Fisherman

He waits

unlike most

and searches

through the muck

through the dirt and the dust,

the nails and worms

 

He waits 

for a glimpse of success

a meal for his minutes spent

on the water’s edge

a reward

for his tireless toil

 

He waits

as his bucket fills

alongside his hope

then empties

leaving his spirits all the same

 

For his catch does not ...

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Also by w3sko:

Just A Man |

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King's Sins

I would have been a Lion

Preys would have perished

Shaping me into the King.

 

I would have been a snake

Hunted for mystical beliefs

Hissed to life by holly man.

 

Now that I am a living man

Ambulating land for survival

What should my sins be?

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Also by Lucas Chihinga:

The Noisy Silence |

la petit mort

let me kiss you 
below the depths 
touched by simmering rays
crashing like waves onto your bronzing skin
on a sunny day 

may ravenous fangs 
sink into the nape of your neck 
holding back the pining force 
of seven hundred clamping bear-traps 

starving to death for your tomb of life 
     la petit mort // la petit mort 
an afterlife womb 
  where heaven & hell mix
         craving ...

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Also by Rob Cohen:

INTERLUDES ~ pt.1-4 | these mountains echo the last Kalahari bushman song | Alchemy of Love | Pardes Rimonim |

A Candlestick

I hold my soul like a candlestick,

Without light, leading me blindly through the darkness, 

I stumble and fall

While collecting scars like the medals of a general's jacket,

I ground my base at the bottom of a valley,

As I watch the fires of the world chase through the trees

Glittering the skies with ash, the darkness hides my form.

Although from such treachery, a spark finds t...

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Today

(Music: Nagorno Mist - Vusal Zeinalov)

let me go

into a nothingness

staged out

like a passing thought

in a mind rushing to express

a solitude

scaled up

to an altitude 

Icarian

trying to gaze

at the shine of that peak

unreachable

lost to the platitudes

of today

and maybe tomorrow

lost to perfection found in trash bins

and madness imagined

but mi...

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Also by osne:

For the unnamed 3 | Alone | For the unnamed 2 |

The One you Used to Be

I want you to be

The one you used to be

Bright and fresh

And forever drinking tea

 

I want you back again

The one you used to be

Bright and bold

I want you back with me

 

It breaks my heart to see you now

Not the one you used to be

Now your thoughts are dulled with age

I wish I could set you free

 

I’ll always remember you as you were

The one you use...

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Also by Steve Higgins:

The Ghost in My Car |

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Snow in Spring (A Sonnet)

Snow in Spring

The buds on trees, once ready to bloom,
Are now weighed down in icy despair.
Deserted nests, birds are silenced in doom
Awaiting the spring sun's fair share.

Snow in Spring is a paradox of sorts,
A clash of seasons to nature's surprise.
leaving the path frozen the news reports
As winter's remnants refuse to demise.

The chill in the air, a bitter reminder,
That even i...

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Also by Andy N:

3 x more haiku about Change | Three Haiku on Change | 3 x haikus about Lost Socks | Early Spring Sonnet | Haiku in Bloom Part 3 to 8 | Haiku in Bloom 2023 Parts 1 and 2 |

Sonnet

Into the woods

Taking a path, I'd seldom trod,

stumbling over rocks and logs,

a clumsy sod.

 

Wandering lonely, no way through,

exits barred by swollen streams,

and fallen yews.

 

Plagued by frustration and by doubt,

seeking solutions in a pathless wood,

with no way out.

 

I looked to the sky to see what to do,

Beseeching heaven, as the woods closed in,

and I didn't have...

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Also by John Botterill:

Diminishing Scales | Rites of Passage | The Dare Devil Poet | Passing Thoughts | Wild Strawberries | At Water's Edge |

Empty Chairs

Just a second is all it would take for you to leave this table.

It never gets better, seeing the amount of empty chairs grow.

Still, I remain seated at the table, glued to my chair.

Unable to do anything but watch with pain in my heart, 

as yet another one leaves me alone here.

But what can I do?

Even an iceberg desperately yearns for warmth,

climbing to the sun, knowing it wi...

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Invisible

Its a hard feeling to always be seen but never be heard.

Eveyone knows AJ but no one can tell you Im a third.

I have three favorite colors black white and baby blue.

Ive had a wife, baby moma, one true love, none of them can give you one color too.

Its like Im just an idea to all who claim to know me.

And no one every gives me the chance to show who and what I really could be.

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Also by Jblaze:

You Should Know |

Birthday

Today is my birthday

23rd of April 

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Also by evelynisevergreen:

Naked | Face the Fate |

“Gravamen”

Dusty shadows, the complexity of a complaint, the fear of becoming great, but I couldn’t because.., maybe I’ll do it later, familiar words, a nest don’t make the birds, you can’t spot the bullshit when walking high pastures, we are trying to explore this terra damnata, I notice flora watering her plants by her majestic garden, an admirable process, the balance is the gift, make sure your flowers g...

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MY EX.

Where do you even start? My ex laugh out loud! He's  the biggest loser I could ever think of now. Looking back at it.... Almost 40 busing tables cleaning tables to make a dollar no aspirations no desires no dreams, no wants and needs out of life except for what people can do for him versus what he can do for the people? why do you love someone so much? what is it about that person that makes you l...

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My Ticket Out

My Ticket Out

Friendships once delicious

Now turned stale

Intimacy— which was invigorating

Now holding the same energy and delivery

Of a sickly snail

 

Interests— previously exciting

That are no longer fun

A place that felt like home

Has become a web 

Thats overspun

 

When before

You would have fought to stay

Now you have the compulsion

To escape and...

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Also by Rasa Kabaila:

Peek-a-Boo with The Moon. By Bree Evans. | Covet |

Love is a god’s war.

Sunlight, fresh air, and flowers blooming, I’m sitting in the ground of my mind recalling our first glance. You wore gray as my heart; I wore blue as your eyes. I never imagined this would be the ending of me. I’d never thought I would find my Achilles heel in dark times. Eyes that would change how the river flows. I told myself I would be a barren land for evermore, but the light in your smile ma...

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Also by Dilsonn A. Mejía:

Blue Butterfly. | A summer feeling. | How do you forget? |

Mr Brian

Mr Brian

 

According to him 

there were only three forces -

push, pull, and as I 

put my hand up and told him -

twist. I was sure 

there was a fourth one - bend,

but I was too shy to say that. 

He knew the art department

would disagree with him 

about the third primary colour

being green and not yellow, 

but about the colours 

of the rainbow, or the spectr...

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Also by Peter J Donnelly:

Half Way Through March | The Marriott Room | Almond Blossom | Publication |

Idleness

How long have you been in me ?

You who loiter and linger 

 

Shattering all my dreams 

 Awating all the ordeals

 

Turning my bones weak 

Making my spirit bleak 

 

For iam growing lazy 

And admiring a life; cozy 

 

Forcing my forfeit to flourish 

And my serendipity to vanish 

 

They said idleness is destructive 

Want to undo my follies and be construct...

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Life lesson

How I feel now

Expressions of Love: Part II

Title: How I feel now

 

There was this idea

An idea full of passion

And love

My plan was to do this

To write

Everyday a little letter

Of my love to you

Packaged into a book

And given in a year

How I felt then, is not how I feel now

I thought the words would find me

Yet sometimes days passed

Where not a drop of ink

Could b...

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Also by Jason Phillips:

An Expression of Love | In the morning, my eyes open |

expressions of love

ROUND-UP

The Flat Earth Society is looking to grow in popularity

Althouigh their ideas you may scoff

Going to the ends of the earth to find supporters

Since membership has fallen off

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Also by Short Attention Span Poetry:

NOTHING TO SNEEZE AT |

FunnyShortHumor

Legacy

Not gold but golden, engraved,

given in love and friendship.

Fifty years of service shared,

it marks the time of my grandfather.

 

A time of war that briefly took

him from the books he guarded,

shepherded and shared with patrons

of the library he loved.

 

And I was one he taught

to love those shelves of words,

waiting each week when we would trek

across the t...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

Bard Times |

Serpentiform

Serpentiform

 

1

 

amassed a mask of masochism

the masonry a mass of schisms

a nemean mime forever dividing it

self into character-constructing polarities 

and the sound of the pendulum swinging is

teeth scraping tarmac amid sweet Satanic 

anchors of lavender for an ancient mis

guided ritual for gorgeous reclusion 

 

2

 

you must respond at all costs, e...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

Misphonia |

Please don't go

To be one with God that's the aim 

But I never come close to the divine

But I imagine it's like lying next to you 

When I close my eyes and imagine are old age together that's me heaven 

For it was your light I was searching for when I was in the dark 

It was your life I curved when I felt dead 

The live my life don't deserted me know 

Your life is the one war I be willing to ...

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Also by Keith Byrne:

Fed up | Dream |

From a mental health ward room

Blurred faces at the small window 

Don't even know how to begin though

They peak for a sneak

From here it seems bleak

Looking and checking 200 times a week 

They bang the doors

And shout in the halls

Gone zen flatline 

So they're mostly ignored. 

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Also by Jed:

Stoners lilt | What does Ivor do? | As a sloth | Where would natzis be without their (leather) trousers? | Racing Toff |

Catkins

Whilst pink and white cherry take centre stage
we may miss the blossom of less known trees  
Like the catkins of weeping willows
that appear like lambs tails in the breeze

Photo credit Dr Amir Khan

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Also by julie callaghan:

Special Moment | Stunning Sunrise | Magnolia | Dreamy Pastel Displays | First Butterfly | Cherry Blossom |

how I've been living life lately

spend too many hours gazing out the window thinking about what was what wasn't what was what wasn't what may be what could be again, say please take me away from here but also how could I ever leave, get lost in a video game, have someone see you, it's not who you want it to be, ponder the parallels of our experiences, laugh like a squeaky wheel, have someone see you, figure it out, have it be who...

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Also by ana web:

I'm only me |

lifelostfoundwhat once was

Grumpy Old-ish Men

Prompt - why do middle-aged men bitch so much?

Grumpy Old-ish Men

There are many reasons for it
So I’ll mention just a few
Why do we fellas moan so much
Why do we bitch and stew?

Time is the biggest problem;
We’ve got too much somehow 
We don’t have to hunt to live 
Or mine coal or work the plough

And yet, by contradiction
Time brings a sense of dread
For we’ve likely more behi...

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End of a Beginning

Thinking about the times

we spent chatting in the pub,

thinking I might have talked

just a bit too much,

and I'm thinking about

how I blew a chance forever.

 

Thinking about the time

you could have spent in my heart,

but we never got together

or made a real start,

thinking about the you

I never got to know better, and

 

even though we could

have...

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Also by John Gilbert Ellis:

Loft |

relationshipsbreak updatesfailed romance

I watched her eyes

I watched her eyes

©Leora Rosner

 

I watched her eyes dance and jitter As her eyelids slowly closed Moving toward an unknown dream Brought on by trees stampeding As they trespassed every open window Their broad leafed invitation Conjuring wings with which to fly Past abbreviated horizons Leaving littered shattered glass Returning to sand Forming beaches Ec...

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Ne'er Dance

“I don’t dance,”

I told everyone who asked.

“I’m terrible at it.”

So I didn’t.

I sat on the sidelines and watched.

 

I used to dance.

I didn’t question it when my feet

Would tap of their own accord and my body

Would wiggle around with delight.

“I was young and I was stupid.

It was embarrassing.”

 

I’m still young and I’m still stupid.

I’m still terribl...

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Also by Elle Shaine:

Peel | Lines |

lifedeathdanceteenage bullshit

The hoarder

I sincerely feel out of order 

My feet actively sweep 

In contact with a border 

My soul vitally leap 

The assuring disorder 

The roots running deep 

A burden for the hoarder 

Mine was put asleep 

A burden to harbor 

 

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Done

Freedom...

Doesn't matter what you feel.. Doesn't matter what you do. 

Freedom...

Every thought countered.. Every emotion exempt.

Freedom...

Sacrifice...

Alone...

Exclusion...

Light...

Fleeting.  Fleeting.  Illusion.

XOXO 

Death? Freedom?

Guilt!

Unity through contempt, reality is a fake smile!

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fingers on the paper (here, a long poem will die)

i got you wrong just like a half-existing woman, you scared the evening, istanbul was ratting that time (whatever it is) "so wittgenstein said..." you had fingers. they're tiny cigarettes. ...

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Aethereal protégée

Universal consciousness is omnipresent
— living vicariously, we too are one - and the same,
Having the time of our lives
all knowing— enlightened divine sparks
going —Godspeed.

This is a way of life:

Anatomic amino acid building blocks chain letters,
into the complex double helix;
in our initials is a chemical signature—me and my significant other have between us—
this bond, that
she...

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Mental health

A  worldwide mental health crisis over us does loom,

A measure of anxiety can prevail even sitting by yourself in a room.

One can try to take one day at a time to sort things out,

But sometimes several days at a time, in attack ,can come about.

 

Depression is a medical disorder, causes disruption,makes life hell,

Good mental health is a state of well-being when you can function ...

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The importance of discipline | God bless King Charles 111 | Old and cold !!! | "I love you,your mine." | Thoughts of a lady giving birth |

April 2023 Collage Poem: Stand Vigil

The only way to

save this planet

is to call in The Unicorns

goin’ fishing

 

the bus station

without the garden

roof

we look with others

but think alone

 

he met himself

coming back and

the unicorn said

“Are you horny?”

 

arboreal, alliterative

unicorns to buses

tell it like it is,

colouring as you pass

 

descriptive House of Magi...

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seasonal diabetes

 

 

~ imPRESSions ~

 

 

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All of My Parts

I don't know when it happened 

That I carved out my own heart 

And threw it into the sea 

I can only tell you 

That I'm sorry 

For not being more than I am 

I stand before you 

A broken man 

Lost inside my thoughts 

Lost in emotion 

Counting grains of sand 

Telling stories

Of the universe inside my head 

And all the pain I've come to know 

And all the hurt...

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Also by Eric Berard:

Balance |

The Conscious African Poetry eBook

https://selar.co/u2x5

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Easter 2023

Easter 2023

(pace William Butler Yeats)

We have all met them at close of play
Looming with masked faces
From market stalls on a cold wet day
Running the gauntlet home.
We have passed their frightened eyes
With no polite meaningless words,
Or uttered to their great surprise
Polite meaningless words,
And formed after they had fled
Some subtle gibe or mocking taunt
To laugh with a fri...

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The cure all [ iasis]

Swimming like a siren in the wild sea

Gather shells to listen in closely 

books to read nestled under the trees

Balsamic for the array of coloured greens

Songs from Spain to ease the spirit and dance the flame

Born again from fado blaring through the house

I see for the first time the lushness of the land

Passion enlivens where it lives despite

Slow walk toward the blue out...

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conte de fées [fairy tales] | Eilean Leòdhais | Mirabel’s Labyrinth |

LIFE OF A SLAVE

"Listen, son you either fight or run,

life on this land ain't no fun.

Bury the pain and try again", words from

an old black man singing through the rain. 

 

Sweat from the stubbornness and marks from

the wicked, I work from sun up to sun down.

Life on this land my son ain't no fun. 

 

A mulatto from birth, scars from hurt.

Disowned by my father and left to live with a

...

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A Piece of Cloth

A creature is created,

a joy and a blessing to all;

God called her Woman,

Adam named her Eve,

which means she who gives life

 

Eve was guilty of taking a bite

of the forbidden fruit of the tree of good and evil;

Adam was tempted by her and that was the end of it all,

that was how Original Sin was born

 

That was the beginning and then came the rest,

a stigma tha...

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617

617

 

We will not forget the sacrifice you made,

Nor courage you displayed without complaint or regret,

The loved you left behind with hopes to see them yet,

Your part you bravely played and we will not forget.

 

We will not forget your will to fight the fight,

Because you knew it right and the fight was not done yet,

The blood you bled in iron skies mingled with your sw...

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Numbered...

Sand on a mandala

blown away, stasis

menaced by momentum,

chased by change,

as Troy's edges 

singe already;

 

such frenzied whimsy

for the student

of surprise, still

ill-apprised

of the sanctity

of a sunrise,

especially when

each and every

sunset has long

ago been numbered...

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Also by Holden Moncrieff:

Indistinct... |

Life in Mysterious Chamber

Oh god ! oh god ! I am in the out out for so many days , years

Feeling the pang inside to have a feeling of mysterious darkness

Give me a shot to have a preliminary glimpse

Oh….. Ohh…. It creates lump in heart , don’t know don’t know

How to say be it heaviness , fullness ….. but 

It arouses the drive inside me

But god forbids to have such liberty

You need to go to dark alley

...

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Sitting up, drinking Sprite

dreaming it was wine or gin,

making plans to address my life,

moving between 'if only' and 'had been's'

 

Sip on my drink - dream dramatic

looking like Caprio, feeling like Butler,

the humble sprite has no mixed spirit,

my dreams lend to the vision of grandeur.

 

And there I am  - all and more than I want

Successful, content at heart,

...

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Also by pallavitryingthings:

What are we lonely for? |

Will You Not Forget Me, Mother?

When I take a profound sleep

Unable to measure so calm and deep,

Will you not forget me, O mother?

Will you keep loving me then like a shower?

 

When the sun paints the sky orange

And the patch of clouds sailing savage,

Will you remember, O mother tell me?

I will be taking then honey being a bee,

 

Like a flower bud with nectar compiled

I hope you won't deny me as ...

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Also by Ujjal Mandal:

Vanquisher of Death | Vanquisher of Death |

Motherhood

Song of Good Friday

The Lord's my shepherd. I shall rest content.
With all that can delight the hearts of sheep
he spread my table; by the quiet deep
I slept, and woke, and followed where he went,
and for my sake he kept the wolf at bay.
The grass I ate was his, and thus was mine,
his ewe lamb, with the other ninety-nine;
the Lord's my shepherd. Then I ran away.

I thought to find a crown. I found a sham:
n...

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Jamie

Everything born is bound to die.

And though now tears fill our eyes,

surely, too, the soul will fly

  to a flower

  a bird

  a child

  a cloud...

Take comfort to know

there are other planes of chance.

Think and you will remember

that glance - a glimpse of familiarity,

the easy connection with a stranger.

 

And so it is we breathe

the same air our parents d...

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Also by William B McGee:

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Sometimes The Cleverest People In The World Are Also The Stupidest

McGregor was a genius
  But now alas he's dead,
Bedazzled by his brilliance
  He quickly lost his head.
He built himself a teleport
  And travelled back in time
To when the Earth was entering
  It's Mesozoic prime.

And there he saw fantastic sights
  Of pre-historic life,
But in his lust for evidence
  To take back to his wife,
He proved himself an idiot
  Like many of his sex
By p...

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Nearly but Not Quite

Hanging around again waiting

Time is running very slowly

Said we’d meet at eight tonight

Well it’s nearly that but not quite

 

Trying my hardest to speak to you

Find out all the things you do

Maybe talk and put the world to right

Well nearly, but not quite

 

What’s the air of mystery about?

If I find out, I definitely won’t shout,

Or cry buckets, well maybe I mi...

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My love for you was

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Forgiveness ~ an act of Self Love 

When I talk about Forgiveness,
I am not talking about you sitting down with an ex or whoever,
and telling them you forgive them for whatever they did to you
so they can feel better, No.
The Forgiveness I Am talking about is done for the Self,
it is an act of Self Love, meant to remove the
burden of Anger/Sorrow from Your Soul.
Done in the privacy of You...

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ForgivenessLoveCompassionGraceSelfOneAll

DISEQUILIBRIUM

When the road was blocked,

after sudden hailstorm,

the mettle started looking,

for path of different form.

The long lengthy path was chosen,

amidst the ice caped frozen,

thinking twice was not the option,

wheels had to come in motion.

And as the cities passed,

rivers were crossed,

we reached the world,

where nothing was forced.

Unexpected different air,

with ...

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Bother

With corrupted lungs, I breathe pesticide
If I died today, would you cry? 
With a pistol to my head, I won't say goodbye
I'll print pretty pictures with love
I miss them days with you 

So best friend thank you for two days of catching up
Now I've got to go wouldn't want to hurt you
With words, I don't approve of her
Every day I see her I swallow my tongue
Because she cheats she lies, an...

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S O U L

Can you taste the the dew of the day?
If you can, I bet you could taste your soul.
That dark black hole, or, is there a light shinning in there?
That moment when you feel like your body is betraying your soul.
What a sacred precious stone
So fragile, so lost
Yet so bitter
I know you are fighting; I can feel it
Those late hours, the scratching of your head,
Bitting of nails, wild thoughts
...

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soulslightdarkness

Got-Ya

In the days of On The Buses boisterous April the first joking seemed the way to go - - -

Jumping on 192

Grumpy driver bemused

When saying fiver

Spotted bus floor

Scorning Nothing there

Got-Ya April Fool

Few stops further

Stony stern Inspector

Show tickets please

Still giggling said

Here you are

Frosty faced stare

Firmly shaking head

Sorry wrong date

Mus...

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joke was on me

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