let there be light
let there be angels
let there be demons
angels becomes angels
let there be dust
let there be mass
dust becomes dust

dust becomes angels
angels becomes mass
light becomes light
mass becomes mass
satan becomes satan
satan becomes light
lucifer becomes god

lucifer becomes light,light becomes dust
lucifer becomes light,dust becomes dust
lucifer becomes god,god be...

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It runs in my family
I thought I was lucky
That the gene had skipped me
But I was wrong
It's not a substance I cannot give up
It's you I am addicted to

Years went by
And the fire that once raged
Was nothing but a barely glowing ember
I thought I was done
That I was in the clear
But I found you again
And the feeling is creeping back in
The weight on my heart
I feel it with every bre...

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My love of Beauty, nurtured through the years,     

Of form and fair proportion’s served me well.    

Yet often I ask: where does my true love dwell?   

Within my soul; this heart; these eyes; or ears? 

Does she conduct the music of the spheres? 

Or, sit in silence sweet on Lakeland fell? 

Are roses’ heavenly scent bound by her spell?    

Her spirit surely lives in all...

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From the subconscious mind,

Came a memory lost behind.

It reminded me of, gently then,

A music pure and fresh as rain.

I felt the tunes play in my soul.

The familiar melody to enthrall.

So long lost in the layers of time,

Heard it again - just as pristine!

Then back it went to nethermind.

A caressing whisper it left behind.

I felt it then - with some surpris...

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Feeling inspired by flowers ....

Eager to rise

Searching for sun

Spiriling vines

Quick to hold on

Striking a pose

To soak up the rain

Then onwards

And upwards

She's moving again

Queen of the climbers

Flowers free flowing

Her petals define her

She'll never 

Stop growing 

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My last poem for the month of June. 
 

I stumbled into a poem

Rolled and rolled

Catching threads

Of a story

Watching

Waiting

For it to unfold

I picked apart it’s golden threads

Wrapped myself in it

Just like I was caught up

In a spiders web!

It told me of worlds

Where only the mystical

Live

I learned about heartbreak

And love

My ey...

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I flew on a plane

For the first time last week

To Dallas, Texas

When we lifted off

I almost teared up

At the view of the world below me

Where the trees were green

And rivers flowed

Where clouds were fluffy and white

And rainbows filled the sky

I am so incredibly grateful

To see our world at an angle

Where I could appreciate the smallest things

...

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Upon a mystic mountain top,

Two devils doth collide.

They take their blows and make a mess,

But never break their stride.

Fueled with hatred, spite and pride.

They know naught what wanteth each,

as they carry on their plight.

A battle till the death it'd seem,

to those be plain in sight.

Alas the foes in blood and sweat,

discover whats not benign. 

W...

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Oh if there's a place between earth and space where the Divine live and only the good get in 

If these old battle wounds and scar's lead me where the river flow and the angels fky 

Oh god if this place exists don't land me there just yet 

For I have people to care for 

Battles to win an inner pace to be found 

So sorry god if you came calling let's make a deal to just let me be for ...

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Inside the mind
Like the deep blue sea
A bottomless ocean 
Where thoughts run free 
Thinking of a guys
But it feels so wrong
A feeling of guilt 
The thoughts are too strong 
A hidden secret
A self inflicted lie
Not true to oneself 
But don't know why
A locked treasure chest
Waiting to be found
A mouthful of words
But the lips are bound 
Sifting through sand
In the hope of a find
...

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stood between life and death,
and the cruel did not fail me,
and I did not fail me,
because we hold onto the truth,
the dead do whine before they die,
that much is true,
but you too will cry the day you die,
or the day you cannot hear,
because it ends in abrupt chaos,
we all meet our end,
But I stand besides the aisle,
and I watch as the body is carried,
and I watch as the body is buri...

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The only way to say goodbye now
is to struggle with the grief as it comes.
It crests and subsides, again and again.

As it is at the shore,
the surf leaves the sand altered
but not washed away.

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The emptiness of your heart haunts my soul.

The taste of bitterness still lingers here.

A lovelorn dagger plunged deep, takes its toll.

Entwined, our two halves would've formed the whole,

Images shattered. Love has disappeared.

The emptiness of your heart haunts my soul.

Passions dancing, emotions take control,

Fate's cruel hand then blurred our love unclear,

A lo...

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Night is young and beautiful

So is life,

no matter how many years goneby

Sweetness within 

Darkness is only preparing for light 

The morning in sight 

Eachday brings with it a fresh start

Newness  entwined 

Sunshine leaves shadows behind 

Careless about these 

Looking forward to happiness replete

Brightness brimming

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All this world,

Is one big stage,

And we star as mere actors,

In its brilliant plays.

Every face, a pretty smile,

But Is it truly what meets the eye?

"We my dear, are best of friends,

 Joy, or despair, 

 I'll be near.

 Cotton clouds,

 Or coarse sand,

 Side by side,

 Hand in hand.

 One day, at last,

 Harsh winds?

 They'll have to pass." 

The...

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Must we respect the niceties of war,

When enemies adhere to no such code?

Civility becomes a fatal flaw

Which adds some extra kilos to our load.

Our protocols are there for all to see,

And everyone agrees we must abide

By rules which are the price for living free,

Although they’re only honoured by one side.

Our foe abuses captives and denies

Their fundamental r...

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I want to be your flower.

Not a dandelion

Something you will just blow away after it blooms

And not a rose

Something you will forget about as it wilts

Instead, I want to be your lavender

Something that will comfort you

And even when I’m gone

My scent will still be with you

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I've been standing
feet in the sand
let them worry
always make back to place again 
future is strong together 
hope itll fall in place
never giving up on desire
cause karma is a home in my heart
now we have to spend apart
til we cross 
it'll be place for victory
perfect storm
falling hail 
and brim stone 
the rust that flows away
the day of Reparation
now we are our all

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After Vernon Scannell

      Learning to walk, begets learning to ride.

It was high time five-year-old William tried

to test out his bike on our back lawn,

Where the grass is soft, the terrain is flat.

What can go wrong in a garden like that?

Steady at first, William lost control,

Careering wildly to the flower bed,

Towards the blossoming scarlet roses

Where chi...

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At age three 

I dreamed.

Of lands full of sweets.

Of an endless coloured street,

stretched as far as I could see.

I dreamed of my toys,

that entertained me with their noise.

I dreamed of everything and more.

I dreamed.

At age ten,

I heard.

About wondrous lands that decorated the earth.

Of all the plants and birds,

our Mother gave birth to.

I heard abo...

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Night has descended on the fields

but a summer night never darkens, only shields               

dreamers from the day's dull hold

as I am wakeful, bedded cold;

                and the trees stretch into the faded sky  

Night has alighted on my mind

but a wakened wraith can only stray, its kind

vanish as summer's dusky night flies on

as I am lost beyond my dream horizo...

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These curtains don’t fit
Daybreak come too early
The drink’s still in my skin
and on that bed of marble white
I lost you from my life

The signals all conspired
the well of guilt refilled
Reality cracked wide open
spilt down the corridors of misadventure
I lost you to the dawn

Tangled in a sheet of white lies
the enemy of love
raises his black hood
smiling at the keenness of his bl...

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A Candle-lit Night / Michael Kwack

A candle alone

cannot brighten a whole house;

A torch alone

cannot brighten a whole night.

With a single lantern

a dark desert cannot be walked on;

With a single starlight

the universe cannot be flown through.

But beautiful is a star-filled night sky.

And beautiful too, in the dark,

is the hand, with a wavering...

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My beloved 

fell into a deep sleep, 

a time of stillness

and few words

and slow steps

and ponderous bites

of every morsel,

you see,

he wanted us to see

how precious 

is movement

and chatting

and meals

eaten with gusto,

he wanted us

to stop fretting

about all the messiness

and uncertainties,

and to appreciate

every little thing

of every pa...

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Once in my younger years

With brother and cousin

Set out to camp along a lake 

Upon a mountain top in a cliffy revine 

Arriving by foot 

We set camp 

My cousin experimenting with Maryjane infused products

Poured an once of bud into browny mix 

We proceeded to stuff our face 

With Chocolate fulled mouths and weed stuck between the teeth

We watched the cliff sides ...

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The nurse in green hands me a syringe.

It’s in one of those small plastic bags, you know the ones. They held goldfish crackers when 

you were eight years old. 

She hands me this syringe and says to rinse after eating

that then I should be good and food won’t get lodged in my holes and I won’t get infections or dry socket. 

Watch out with certain foods, she says,

you know, things ...

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Poets are lives, We live in poems, And poetry is our food.

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His desolate thoughts

Were taken by the wind

A husk, sat fiddling with thread

Picked from halcyon times

He looked out to the sea

It was raging

He wished himself that rage

But, instead, calmly sat fiddling with…

The thread had gone

He took a sip of tea turned cold

And itched

Always the same itch 

The wind was gathering a storm

His old jacket eagerly billowing

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Hot’s in my bed, salt breeze invades my dreams, the sun kissing my skin, red cheeks when I saw you here, temptress you said: “We can have a drink by the beach”, I feel this will be a tragic trip, I said yes, I haven't heard myself, how would I know you would put me in a shipwreck? I should've known by the blue in your eyes, your face is not from this town.

I got a feeling in my bones, summer is...

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here she is! 

O great ones,

the first of our ancestors to weep!

the strikingly plain girl with blunt hair and wavering convictions.

her fathers daughter, 

firstborn, born quietly into the night,

born at midnight.

what a disappointment, our hardened labourers hands and courage,

wasted on a girl, a girl who weeps.

who's heart has been weakened by love.

a spoiling of our...

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There used to be some sort of magic whenever I visited and never would I expect that the feeling would wear off. Now as an adult (hardly.)  I ponder, at what point do our imaginations stop overflowing? In our years when do we quit producing wonderful fiction into our everyday realities? As twenty-four withers by I wish I could still time, just momentarily so my unique soul can capture whats left. ...

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"Getting old is an issue of mind over matter,

If you don't mind it really doesn't matter.

Growing fruit trees in my garden I do engage,

Hoping I will live to a very ripe old age.

The multitasking gift old age has given to me,

All at once I can cough,sneeze and pee.

I recently called  the incontinence line and was told,

Sorry you are in a queue please can you hold.

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Most are old or dead now but forever they will be

Young men, stuff of legend from 1953

It claimed the lives of many; "Yours too!" the world would scoff

"But we did it, me and Norgay - we knocked the bastard off".

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Collect your pieces again and again,

Keep building your palace again and again.

Right time may not come,

but face all the hardship

 all the stone to build something beautiful again and again.

I thought to take rest,

but destiny wants me to be strong forever,

until the last breath. 

Destiny chose not to give me peace but the palace.

So I accept it now,

embrace it witho...

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Meadows spread before me

Orchid rich

Still in the summer sun

Virgin in their beauty 

Now revered as patches of history 

The common reduced to an ancient diamond 

Nestling, gently sloping, it’s hedges embracing the land with arms of green

Sleeping with its treasure

Waiting for rain,or birds or deer

Slowly breathing with the rhythm of the breeze 

Will this free my soul

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Funny to think of you gone

On a bright morning like this,

Crossing the Euston Road

With rolled sleeves,

Nothing to do;

10:12, on a Tuesday in spring.

Sky blue and dotted with clouds,

Cranes swinging

In construction dust

And breeze-blown blossoms.

Workers whistling in shiny yellow hats,

The city in full swing,

As I walk away from myself

In bright cars and mirr...

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i.m Jox Cox MP

where my brother found a sodden fiver

beside a breakwater and my mother

dried it, spent it on a pair of jeans

for each of us. Riches in those days.

Sealed with A Kiss, Poetry in Motion,

It Might As Well Rain until September

on the jukebox. The train from

Liverpool Street seemed to go on for ever. 

Now driving from Clacton through Frinton

to Wa...

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the man who created memories for others,

the man who enjoyed caputring a. single framed moment of time.

one sec.. one frame.

a trillion pixilations.

color

lighting

 pain.

living through a lense of longing.

behind a smile that has been trained to smile.

A personality that is of a wanderess child, running through the halls screaming  with laughter,

but gets scollded for...

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No dulcet disclaimer

came from the soothsayer, 

those pleading for specifics

now left to their own devices, 

sighing anchorless, with

every caveat concealed, but

still, a cocoon provided

for these convalescent

in search of some reprieve...

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A Library

A Victorian gothic structure of little renown.

It stands in isolation as a chapel does for prayer.

Yet within its walls and behind its doors.

There is an inner sanctum, a seat of learning.

A treasure trove of knowledge, a place of study.

Where those with a thirst for an intellect do inhabit.

Men and women, even the very young.

All join in this citadel of lear...

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When

I wonder what time of the day I’ll die?

At dawn, drifting off to soaring birdsong

enveloping a slowly lighting sky?

Elevenses? A digestive, your strong

coffee brewing, the paper read as I,

frightened and fearful beg you, don’t be long.

Over lunch? My tuna melt half eaten

I gasp for air and fumble, my head flops

exhausted of life, my body beaten.

Du...

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Home is where the heart is,

But where does hope live?

Travelling thousands of miles to seek asylum, 

Because many of their home countries have conflict, persecute or exile them. 

Now in a foreign land in search of peace, 

However, labelled "immigrants" or "illegal" by people with misguided beliefs. 

Thus the hostile environment is created, 

Unless you are from U...

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  I

we are the square-eyed children
who swim in radio waves
from our rooms of solitude,
painted in blue moods
and hues of synchronized views
with our online friends,
who refresh our highlight reels
to hollow barrels of silent
stone faced laughter
and muted,
seated ovation.

eyes glued to the all-seeing screen
blind in a bubble of bloated ego,

flaccid placid photographers
who pl...

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This was inspired by the latest WOL poem "Night Sight" from Stephen Gospage.

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The sniper is like a hidden viper

A striking snake in the grass,

The bite of its disguised fang

Like the Reaper's scythe can pass

Leaving sudden death in its wake,

Amid nerve-wracking fright

...

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Changing carriages at Birmingham New Street unless plans change over the next few months will be my final full-length book of poetry which will be out over autumn or winter 2023.

Began in 2017 during the creation of my third book “The Birth of Autumn” which then life on its own afterwards, its contents will tell you the story through a series of memories told by an unnamed narrator of firstly o...

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If people think I’m so funny and

make them all laugh

Then why am I on my own tonight?

And if I’m an interesting sort of person

and the starter of every party,

Then why am I on my own tonight?

If I’m very entertaining and at

the centre of most of the attention 

Then why am I on my own tonight?

If my words come easily to flatter,

calm, and help encourage ...

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Falling short

Bending

Breaking

Will anything I do

Ever be enough?

Or do I keep failing 

Never quite making it 

Right before the end 

I crumble to dust 

I'm small 

And within this cosmos 

I'm struggling to find 

Any reason why 

Anybody should

waste their time 

On me 

Will I ever be enough

Will I ever be enough?

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All you Dad's looking down, including mine.
Today in Heaven, for your children you shine.
We close our eyes and picture a million faces.
And today we visit a million resting places.
We look to the skies, we raise a glass or two.
We wipe away the tears as we remember you.
Younger Dads, who we barely got to know.
Or older Dads, that we saw into old age grow.
We remember them all today, ...

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Lunge

     I am shopping – undertaking the proverbial daily,

it is busy and this beautiful Sun is baring more than seen

   in recent years and, I am liking that as

     I need the eye candy.

     It is a lazy day and not an ounce

of effort is needed in enjoying the warmth,

   then,

     a particular malady has me at odds with myself.

     More and mor...

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