Unwieldy canopy stopping flow

Come speedy panoply hopping crow

Dream of giant seedlings grow

Team of high antenna meekly glow

But cancer giving waves you sow

Subtle dancer living saves too low

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Despite his many, many faults

(A list that grows and grows)

There's one you can't accuse him of -

He doesn't pick his nose.

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we touched the sky

with suffered silos:

feigned gates on which my love might hang 

scabbed wreaths creaking in idle winds

peppered, long-feln

to keep the flies off 

to keep some facsimile of youth intact

another field-dressed carcass

only good for sausage

by the watershed.

ground is a funny word, isn't it? 

rough-hewn earths and

torn up turfs and

a finer...

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Wanted dead or alive your killer smile
I'm on my knees begging for more
It's suicide but I know the score
Beguile me with your killer smile
Murder me with your killer smile

I would like to get to know you okay 
Take things slow come what may
No hurry we can take our time
Connection made it's gonna be fine
The future looks kinda bright 
For you and me here comes the night

I'm frozen ...

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a marmalade sun briefly sets

the horizon aflame before

quenching itself as it climbs

behind the city’s silhouette,

It will be cooler today they say

on the early news and we might

already have had our summer,

I feel deluded and disquieted

by the phoney heat as if being

mislead by some greater force

that I do not fully understand

but am wiling to be coerced by,

so...

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Mystics match sticks.

And we could go anywhere from here
(No one knows the future.)

But mystics match sticks.

Which won't really fully be destroyed.

Such mystics stick,

sometimes a match.

Point taken.

You could go anywhere with that.

I don't really know the truths or facts.

And my life is really pretty pathetic, in fact

it's only that mystics match.

That sticks.

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If I wrote the forbidden words

or dared to speak them out,

who would say what they had heard

or spread the word about?

And if I hid from law and rule

which of you might turn?

To speak of me as if a fool

that I some lesson learn...

And which of you might stand alone

to take the space I'd filled?

Where I had dared to right a wrong

that no more life be ...

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Morning mist drapes each blossom  
like a bride reluctant to wake.  
Petals fall in silent confession—  
memory’s hush in every drift.  

Roots hold secrets of laughter and tears,  
a debt of seasons owed to shadows.  
Soon, steel will bite bark and bloom  
and these ghosts will scatter on the wind.  




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I WISH I WAS THERE

By the Urban Poet

In a place where I can feel tranquil 

Somewhere that’s out of the ordinary 

Where love and understanding is bountiful

A location that’s scenic, extraordinary

I wish I was there

I need to be where I feel safe and well

In a place or situation that is right you know

Some places spell danger, you never can tell

A place with hope, ...

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I used to wear a bra to cover my emerging ‘moobs’, the result
of a beer-filled diet, then stroll through the gay town of Brighton,
curious to what lay within its environs,
sometimes donning a skirt and panties, enthusiastically greeted by camp males, who saw in me a kindred spirit.

Although actually heterosexual – when inviting a female for afternoon tea, I was so boring; she would often lea...

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Silently, I walk, wringing anxious hands,

Crossing acres of once familiar land.

Fast-flowing memories of what was then,

That'll forever stay as my former when.

Mainly unminded though unforgotten,

Desires driven that were once begotten.

An age where optimism is attained,

Where possible, feared dreams are not contained.

My future holds with little certainty,

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To heaven – shouted the crowd.

Their voices were not too loud.

An angel looked a bit aside

As if he had something to hide.

We'll take care of him without any turn,

I think he has something to learn.

He'll have to sing another song

As this one seems to be too long.

The crowd has begun to shout,

Some of them began to doubt.

An angel took care of God,

H...

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You think I don’t still feel it? 
The echo never left. 
It’s in the light that spills 
across the floor like we used to—
chaotic, accidental, warm.

Yes, I heard every word 
you didn’t mean and the silence 
that swallowed what we couldn’t say.

Time doesn’t rewind, but it replays. 
Not in full—just flashes. 
Your laugh— like a match 
right before the burn.

I wish we’d argued soft...

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The morning brings a nothing kind of day,

can’t see the sun, and wind is just a breeze.

Up overhead, the clouds float high, mid-grey,

that says the threat of rain is but a tease.

No stirring of the blood with summer storms

set loose to blow the dreariness away;

a day that strikes the normalest of norms

to dull even the drabbest sort of day.

Why can’t there be a ga...

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Pure white and deadly,rots your teeth and gums,

Feed's the less friendly bugs in your gut and tumms.

Contributes mightily to diabetes,obesity and many diseases.

Nature tempts us to crave and consume sweet foods as it pleases.

Breast milk is sweet and the sweet taste transmits comfort and love.

Safe to take by us all ,blessed by our Creator from up above.

But in present days ...

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You were loved. It warms my heart to hear how people remember you. You had nothing but every person that ever crossed paths with you speak of your generosity. Your immense compassion burst from you never hesitating to share the little you had scraped together. I am proud to call you my brother. So beautifully remembered you may not have had anything worldly but you were rich beyond words. I'm humb...

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She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,

My breath explores the hollow of her thighs.

She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,

She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.

My breath explores the hollow of her thighs,

A damp note, I taste the waking skin.

She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.

I circle close, inhale where love has been.

A damp note, I taste the w...

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They move through life with quiet might,
No need to dim their inner light,
No borrowed guilt, no hidden face,
They have carved their path, they hold their place!

The world once tried to draw the line,
To box their truth, to redefine,
But they broke through, refused to stay,
Where silence asks the soul to pay!

Each flaw they wear with honest pride,
No need to run, no need to hide,
The...

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When the voices of children are heard on the green/ And laughing is heard on the hill/ My heart is at rest within my breast/ And everything else is still. William Blake ,

I

I used to carry three of the five up to bed
they’d say ‘Daddy, daddy, please stay’
but I would go away and work.

Suddenly, we were semi-detached
they’d flown the nest, gone away,
and what I wouldn’t give
for one m...

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James Bond Went Wrong

James Bond signed on

Sacked every assignment 

Official secrets ink marked 

Confirmed didn't give a toss

There's a job at supermarket 

Arranged interview appointment 

"Can you tell me about yourself 

 Using STAR interview method?"

James Bond went wrong 

"That system was created

 The year after Dr. No

 Infiltrated manageme...

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How golden but all too short in thy term art thou precious youth

yea to think now of thy absence daggers my heart

tis time I curse

he being too keen to be at his work!

become do we servants of lifelong regret

to his unstoppable imposition

nay art each of thy new mornings dewfalls

no longer the representational gems they once were anymore

as in my earlier years

but l...

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I strived for light brighter than my torch, keenly

Overlooked cues of collectively sourced beams

I learned, scouted for candle stores, shared maps

I passed cold shoulders to who refused me a hand

Now, I figured, those I cried help from needed it too

Adulting reveals, some greetings have requests attached

I have been losing fights in my own 3am dreams

A sedulous being...

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ARRIVAL OF CONCRETE

The old woman pottered

in a coal-dark house

with an inscrutable history 

from before our time;

she'd shout at kids

who messed in the meadow.

Buttercups and poppies

scattered colour

across that wild expanse

where dock leaves

apparently cured nettle stings

and the travellers said

the field contained

cures for most ailments.

T...

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I believe all my poems to be refined,
And to have an impact upon our mind.
And although they're deep and thoroughly planned,
Each one is quite easy to understand.

They may be about people or about things,
And aimed towards beggars right up to kings.
And they show us how to appreciate life,
And hold happiness whilst dealing with strife.

They may be about thoughts or our emotions.
And t...

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I am Palestine Action

Netanyahu said "jump", so we jumped,

we invaded Iraq, kissed his rump,

now in B.Liar’s Riviera del Blood,

morality’s trod in the mud,

his Majesty’s long streak of piss

makes Britannia a moral Abyss,

Palestine’s babies need Action,

kind words are no longer an option,

so, come and get me, you B.Liarite war monger

whose wea...

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Her sky was burning crashing down around her 

there  was fire in the sky  it burned so brightly she could 

not see that her whole entire world was gone she lost her

breath laying on the ground tears began to fall down her face 

washing some of the darkness away those tears fell and fell

until the fire was out  and she found her breath with her last bit of strength 

she stood up l...

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RANDOM ACCESS CO-IMAGINATION

Simon says The River Goyt

might become the Styx in Heaven.

Will says something about who you

think of touching yourself in the shower.

I say maybe all I need is a length,

need is a length of metal chain.

Dave says it’s rude to repeat

the shift of feet down the corridor.

Raymond says let’s have one more

crumble from dad’s...

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Who can say one way is better than another?

Who, then, is the arbiter of good and bad, better and worse?

Some live in bushes

Some live in mansions

Some create messes

Some clean them up

Some are gentle 

Some are fierce

Some fall apart

Some build up

Who, then, is the judge and jury?

Beyond all judgments,

something else lives.

Beyond all choices,

something el...

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Timber merchants disturb psychiatrists

A cut above the rest on the brink

I’m tired of pills a voice not truly mine.

A SALESMAN APPROACHES HIS RETIREMENT

Jettisoned into play pouring from nylon skin

Just run away with the thoughts in my head

Traumatic frenzy incorporating fear.

Con-trails whisper piratical tales as

Mr Southern Comfort travels north

Go on l...

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When your body bleeds,
the world turns near,
with gentle hands to calm your fear.

When your tears fall,
the world rushes in with soft embrace,
to hush your sobs and dry your face.

When you smile,
the world throws a celebration,
to rejoice in the blooming of your elation.

But what about me?

When my body bleeds.
no one turns.

When I cry.
the world does not listen.

When I sm...

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Yes I suppose

                   you do owe me a dance

here at the end of this long empty highway

What might it be to stand face to face, palm to palm, lips and heart seeing eye to eye?

You calling out to me, even in silence

                                                        it is a sharp call

                                                                           de...

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We didn't want him to return

to the cerulean waves alone,

so we left his ashes there,

mixed with a few shells we found

along the misty strand.

A feather marking the honored place

where they were to await

the welcoming sea.

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I feel the wind seep onto my cheeks, I can't understand what it is telling me

I feel it's brash abrazen currents, as they unmask my myriad of sin.

It all came too suddenly, now like an exfoliated cliff edge or the dagger of a sword,

I am sharper than ever, they believe I am here to fill their void

They avoid taking responsibility, their naivety is killing and twisted, I laugh in j...

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Time ticking

Late nights thinking

About the time passing

And the time that is gone

Hours and hours thinking

Remembering and wishing

For a different ending

Every minute is torture 

Without you

Ever since I don't hear your voice

My life lost meaning

It lost its compass

I wonder aimlessly

Years go by 

And I don't feel progress

Just a sense 

That th...

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We started camping on sunday to get our tuesday centre court tickets Steph and I made some good friends in the queue who wanted tuesday tickets too on entry we rushed to the shop Steph bought a Novak hat I bought an Alcaraz top then we had a posh sandwich lunch before meeting our new friends for strawberries and cream followed by a glass or two of pimms Deb and Jo had been before and showed us aro...

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Christopher Robin went down with Alice

to view the loo at Blenheim Palace

a stunning work of art to behold

remarkably it was made of gold.

They came upon a disorderly scene

holes in the wall where the pipes had been

how could anyone be so callous

to steal a loo from Blenheim Palace?

Christopher thought a lock would suffice

while contemplating paradise

but Al...

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I am always on the periphery

of whatever is happening. Just sat

watching Glastonbury on the TV

wishing I could be a part of that.

Then I consider the disgusting khazis,

shudder at the price of food and booze,

some young woman who has overpartied

would throw up over my jeans and shoes.

And some time after The Wet Leg gig,

I’d forget where my tent is located

and ask dir...

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Night through the skylight -
Summer wraps around my toes.
Cool refreshing breeze.

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The glinting, glistening crowd

Are banging at my door,

Demanding satisfaction;

They know my weaknesses, of course.

Cagey, I hide in the basement

And plead a prior engagement,

But they will come tomorrow,

And they day after that;

And the public mood, for what it’s worth,

Is on their side.

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Oh Nobel minds, in hallowed seat,
Let not your purpose taste defeat.
The world looks on with wary eyes—
Will justice bend or truth arise?

They whisper Trump deserves the crow...

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what if I told you that calmness is a part of the skin?

what if I told you that safety is embodied in a goodbye touch? 

what if I told you that kindness is wrapped in a part of the body? 

what if I told you that compassion is found in the hand? 

that beautiful almost cheek-like soft raised part 

of your skin between your thumb and your finger 

what if I showed you that I sti...

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I wrote a note in my head,
Folded it inside my ribcage.
It said, “I can’t keep fighting
With a heart that always breaks.”

Mom never stayed,
Dad was just a silhouette.
And I swore I’d never
Repeat all that shit

But I guess I did.

We screamed in courtrooms
Over a child I never got to see grow.
I traced his name in the frost
On my rearview window.

I lost him before
I got the cha...

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Write out of the ruins
Plants don't grow out of dirt alone
Death and decay occupy the soil
That which previously flourished 
Now exists for the sake of
What needs to be nourished 
Don't think that the ideas must blossom 
Just know that they can 
It need not be pretty
The soil need not be clean
Life grows out of whatever 
Write something down 
Careful cultivation is not required 
Just ...

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To change a piece of me,

Is to kill the peace within,

The silence of demons

I speak not of,

And the smiles i show off most.

The tainted obidient mask,

I and 'they' hold highly of.

The forever yes and rarely no,

The answer to unrequited efforts,

Unrequested needs left out.

Barely, do they get to say,

Whats deeply felt, just to stay servient.

To let my chains brea...

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Poem 61 of 230:  WORSLEY VILLAGE

Where earliest of coal-canals meet,

    And have their waters ochred

By the seepage of old-deep-mine earth;

    Where mock-Tudor is a treat,

And classic boats are newly coated

    At dry-docks, before rebirth;

Where miners made tough risky efforts,

    Working seams for hours non-stop -

Cramped, often without the room to stand;

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Just You

I retain the essence of you

In the air I breathe,

So much so,

I spurn exhalation.

Sweet, unmistakable you,

Filling my mood with light,

Keeping my soul

From life’s erosion.

Your gracious smile, knowing yet forgiving,

Imprinted on my being to melt sins and self-doubt.

Eyes which bewitch and beguile, fix me in awe,

While enfolding thoughts and d...

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Sweet nothings

Costing next to nothing, 

Melt into an afterword, 

Ceding the stage 

To the lazy afterthought, 

Whilst a recondite chant, 

In remembrance rooted

And forgiveness steeped, 

Waits in the wings

For a time when folly

No longer parades

Like a fait accompli...

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I reluctantly came up for air

The rhythmic pulses . . .

Intertwined with mine

The soul’s welcome guest

All year round

    Reluctantly I came up  for air

Bathed in Satie

I restarted the day anew

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The Town Hall Union flag flies at half –mast.
Over Anfield Stadium, a huge shadow is cast.
The heart breaking news shocked us all today.
Diogo Jota and his brother were taken away.

Flowers and scarves, tied to the solemn trees.
Gently, silently they sway in the Anfield breeze.
God, please look after their family, I ask of you.
So many hearts have now been broken in two.

RIP Diogo Jot...

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This sadness, I call it Dune

a mound of sand that forever blows into my life

looming, vast, over my head.

Its eyes, lazy and ancient

at times watch me with strange fascination

a forgotten masterpiece in a deserted gallery.

It calls, heedless of the hour

its scream a dull thud that drenches my heart.

I shrink, writhe, and wither

a forgotten lily

dead before its ti...

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