Peter,
This is very nice, if you have not found her already, you will I guess. This poem has a dreamy quality to it, it reminds me of some I have written and not posted yet and some I never will post. some secrets/poems are best left unsaid atleast for me anyway. very nice dreamy poem

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Veeeeeery interesting!

Very interesting indeed. But what will nurse say, Bubo? Will she laugh do you think?

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Hello Malpoet~ Your write is very real and purely reelects on Christmas that shall be celebrated in much different way.This Stanza tells all...

"For some it's saturnalia.
It's solstice too, for sure.
Borrowed from the pagans,
let's give it back right now."

So true...Thank you...Zuzanna

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Very special and precious poem, memory to hold onto keeping the box with all those remnants of someone dear. Excellent imagination and although sad write because of the loss of someone dear to you.Hope was just a dream...Your expressions are so real in this stanza...

"breath out
she’s there………………………
deeper this time
breath in
she’s just there……………………
there.... she is.....she is
inhaled in memory
out of reach"

Fabulous write!...Zuzanna

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Hi Clarissa. I do enjoy this style of writing. Yes the fear is out there

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Hi Clarissa, Thanks you write so many poems!
I cant keep up!
Its best to wait till the feeling comes like you

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thanks! Zu Zu! andClarissa and Kev!

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This is such a treasure of a poem! Do you think she would come back if she knew?You old softy, but then I have always know this about you.I wonder if all men are the same, in this way?I know I have done the same thing. great poem and a wonderful show of the soft side that you try to hide.

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This is a very true poem! Men for their own sake need to express emotion.If you bottle it and shake it up and try and keep a top on it, it will expolde. great poem peter

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Dave~ Excellent and very creative write!

"They all came for good reasons,
seeking comfort and solace in the grounds of the dead.
Drinking spirits or laying flowers, readers of poetry,
and the loners with mental disorders."

I have learned that many great writers in the past had Bi-Polar Disorder and they were brilliant writers!! Your poem has a lot of creativity. Great Imagination!...Zuzanna

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GREAT WRITE!!!

"Up in the morning
creaking and yawning
hungover and feeling
half dead.

I lurch down the stairs
full of worries and cares
and so fat I could
only lumber."
I can see this in picture so well!..Zuzanna

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You had truly vivid imagination in this one!
I think, I will stick to my old customs...No drinking! ..Smile...Zuzanna

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That's what makes Christrmas great.
there's nothing better than settling down at 1pm to watch the Queen's speech on the radio, while drinking a few mince pies and eating more than enough glasses of sherry to turn Santa herself anorexic.
Thanks for sorting out my confusion there, Malcolm. And in case I rofget to say it, Happy Easter.
(Hic.)

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Thanks Zuzanna!

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Interesting how you have captured the politics versa reality in this write.

"At uni they were marching
behind banners red and proud.
They proclaimed the fight for freedom
and they puffed the weed in clouds."

We want FREEDOM for ALL, but the FREEDOM is hard to come by...Great poem!...Zuzanna

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Bubo,
I cant say why as I dont understand it, excet that is a great poem but your poem called Transgender Museum touches me so. It could be the Mom in me the protector of children. Im not sure but I really like that poem. Happy holidays to you!

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Too true. Santa should take more care with his list. I know he's not infallible, as he once gave me a DVD recorder instead of the MP3 player I asked for.
Exellent poem, Paul.

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Another competition gem, Malcolm.
It's just as well it wasn't South Korea, or they'd be chawing on another sort of dog entirely.
Eating competitions rock! Although the world pie-eating championship is now based on how quick the contestants can eat one pie, instead of how many they can eat (PC gone mad).
Why do I keep thinking of Sergeant Bilko??

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The lady puffed
patiently, persistently
she puffed with Grace
until Grace expired, (lol)
but still,
the lady puffed.

From Pole position
the wizened leader
extracted his smouldering
glow from every
tobacco strand
in his perfect pipe
then dimmed to nothingness
and the lady puffed.

This poem sums up the art of perseverance. Never give up, and you can become the champion too.
Excellent, Malcolm.

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Well the poems are a bit cheeky,
but not really obscene.
Maybe they misunderstood.
I know I talk about death a lot,
but I don't kill people do I?
I don't tell others to kill people.

I know, it's that hatred thing isn't it?
Because I took the piss out of religion a bit.
It wasn't bad.
A few bits of fake Latin and the odd
giggle at crazy clerics.
Not that bad is it?

If they locked people up for writing offensive poetry, I would be on Death Row.

No less damning than the carbon
was my water footprint.
The oozing pools of sweat
they extracted from my socks
told them of midnight sprinklers
and deep baths.

Joseph K ... shades of Franz Kafka.
Deep stuff, Malcolm.

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I have a good friend in New Mexico, Malcolm, and it is exactly as you've described it!
It's a pity they were wrong about December 15th. Maybe they'll get it right one day, eh?
Great stuff.

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Cheers Dave - I've stopped sulking now, it went so badly it's actually quite funny! If it's fancy dress then I'll do it again (I've got a robin outfit made out of teddy bear fur - it even has a fur balaclava with built-in beak. It's most excellent).
Merry Christmas to ya.

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Thanks everybody. I came to Belfast for a week in the early seventies and it was not a pretty sight. A year or two a go my wife and I spent three weeks touring Ireland north and south. Belfast, Dublin and the rest of the island were all charming, lively and welcoming.

Thirty years ago I heard twisted garbage from all sides when the 'troubles' were interpreted through a range of different bigotries and hatreds. Let us hope that the prospects of growing peace and prosperity are not knocked off course by new objects of contempt. Passionate Irish peopple have a capacity for great art, love and creativity. When they choose to be negative, they can be vile. Here's to a positive future, building on a pleasant present.

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Yesterdave,
All my bubbles made a curly wave,
Now Wayne Bent has emptied Elvis' grave,
Oh, I believe in yesterdave.

Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
They shot me in the Old Town street you see,
Oh, yesterdave came suddenly.

Why we
Had to go I don't know, we didn't pay.
I saw,
Some thin thong, now I long for yesterdave.

Yesterdave,
Spotty doge are so much fun to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I just heave in yesterdave's.

Why we
Had to go I don't know, now we must pay.
I read,
Something strong, now I mourn in yesterdave.

Yesterdave,
A UFO came and took their minds away
Now Branson flies them if they want to pay
The clowns all live in yesterdaves.

With apologies to the Bugs.

Sorry your Messiahship Michael Trevasser. Put a Bent word in for me with your Father when he gets his watch fixed.

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I shot the sheriff but I did not shoot his secretary. Oh my, Toto, this doesn't look like Kansas. Hello Dave. What are you doing, Dave? Richard Branson -- flying monkeys! What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her? Bang on the button again, Mr Malpoet!

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Malcom, as always you teach me new things! I loved the story/poem you do such great poems! thanks

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Tearing earth ripped a hard
working fishing town apart.
and in the scar grew sunbeds.

I am totally in awe of those lines, Malcolm. My own hometown is now a thriving hub for tourists, but in the dark days we never heard a foreign accent. And some people here actually despise them for coming here in peace time... as if they should be ashamed of themselves for not coming while we were killing one another.

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Had he been able to write, Tony Hancock could have written this.
Or me, another sad clown.
Good stuff, Pete.

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Daniel! Great write! Lots of creative thinking in this write. Loved the metamorphosis you have implemented in your write!!

"Words tattoo my soul
Everything I have ever written is who I am
They are a better representation of myself.
Than this fragile body,
than my words spoken,
Which are the things you want to hear me say
they are the token things I say everyday
I choose the words I write carefully
With anger love pain and poise
These words are my choice
Between actor and person
My voice comes from my poems
They are not just noise they speak for me.
The same skin as me "

GREAT WORK!!...Zuzanna

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Well written winter poem, sounds like in Canada...Cold icicles hanging from the roof too and the prints in the snow too...Smile... Loved you cute muse...Zuzanna

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Hello Malpoet, nice meeting you...I like the write and how you described the tragic situation in AGADIR. This is perhaps based on reality. Sad as it is, that some places are being touched by terrible disasters...Your poem shows that very well. Great write, however very sad....Thank you...Zuzanna

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Good thought in your writing! Not sure if only Poland would be the Champion in smoking in that matter as I found Europe in general people are heavy smokers there. When traveling through European country I was basically chocked by the smokers...Smile I wished the people responsible for the Health -doctors should do something about that! You brought good point in your write. Smoking shall be banned.

Thank you...Zuzanna

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Hello Kevin

Thank you for your kind words on this poem. I am really pleased you enjoyed it.

This poem was written by drawing together all the variuos stands contained in societties ratrace. It is sad to think that the contents within this piece of work actually exists in our world.

Getting feedback like this gies me a real buzz.

Thank you once again and have a Merry Christmas.

Phil

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Hi Clarissa, The story contained in this poem is an observational commenton the layers of our society. I actually wrote it at our local baths, whilst my son was having a great time with his mates in the water, sitting in the small cafe area.
I havent read any news of this type of life endured my so many. When i read it I feel blessed, yet sad for those left behind in this rat race we call society.

Thanks for you comments on this piece

Have a wonderful Christmas

Phil

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Thank you or your feed back. Yes its annoying that Dads are almost always right. With some of my poetry I try to put myself in ficticiuos situatons.
Really pleased you liked it

Have a lovely Christmas

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Thank you Zuzanna.

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Thanks Kevin. Yes, like a merket or the internet it did sort of write itself to begin with, but then I revised it and shortened it. Yet another case of meddling that may have made things worse rather than better. ;-)

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Hello Pete,
Nice meeting you and thank you for the warm welcome, Kevin is my friend too. He emailed me about this lovely site. Pleased to meet you and all the other Poets and Poetess as well. ---Now let’s go to the business. You’re "So Long since I have laughed" poem - prompts sympathy for you… But reading it further I came to realize that it was just a muse...Great write. It is important to have a good laughter. Day with out of a good laugh it is a lost day. I am sure you are aware of that! Thank you for sharing your art in writing...Zuzanna

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Malcom, she has nice legs! so true the streets can take a nice person and change them into such a sad person.

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Bubo, this is wonderful!

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nice poem!

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hum I felt this way a few times, its a nice poem.

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Hi Bubo, I remember an owel with your name! I like your poems they flow very well and you have a great talent or a wonderful muse!

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If its enough to say that I like it, then good! I feel like I understand it, seems to be a longing for more and a fear at the same time,so much of this in life. Its a nice poem, if this is real feelings say the words, it helps at times to speak!

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You know it does not have to be this way. ah its my day off, I had a wonderful christmas party I have a had a few drinks, putting the tree up. life is good for the most part xx me

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I think it is excellent write! You have used a lot of creativity in your poem. It does paint a nice picture for me. Awesome write Daniel....Great work!

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Night time creatures come out to play
moonlight fear has its way,
owls howl,
wolves growl,
I am glad it’s over I hate the dark
But when shadows fall
and the cold moon glows bright
it will happen again in the night

I thought this was Lon Chaney Jr fearing the full moon, when he would turn into the wolf man...

waiting for the sun to rise
I’ll have to wait for the deathly haze to lift
and my loneliness not to disappear but to shift
away in the sun lit day.

I prefer the dark to the sunlight, but I can appreciate fear of the dark.
I like the 'loneliness not to disappear, but to shift' line. Even the sun is no comfort when you're all alone.
Good poem, Daniel.

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Curled fingers hold wire
Baskets fold handles
By tills
Choices, instant vitamin pills
Sunday roasts
The atrocious toasts
And the ills of
frozen gravy lazy
chicken ready meal for one
mounted upon
Solid state and silicon
Revolving
A white Platter
To the vendor
It does not matter
That he is lonely
Michael has embraced
The furious pace
Of the modern man
And his vacant housewife
Lives only in imagination
Yet is real in desire
Like traditional cooking
And coal fires
No time in the modern age
A missing ring 3rd finger
Clinks bars an imaginary cage
become prisoners
Yet there is no escape
From the bland
4 minute wonder
The mini meal cellophane lid
Is torn,
seeps steam when born
a soggy frown
and a palette worn out
by chemicals
yet sharp for the taste
of something real.

- It's amazing the crap we eat nowadays. If it's frozen and it can be microwaved in a couple of minutes, that's our Sunday lunch. Whatever happened to traditional values?
John Cooper Clarke couldn't have written this better, Pete. Wonderful poetry.

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20 million giga watts of fancy stringy fairy lights
desperately clinging on to slipping tile suburbia
while impoverished consumers
fight for a slice of the action
in Asda

global warming heat me up
an idiot made power gobbling
Xmas tree lights.
killed a million farm fed feathered friends
and asked we turn the oven down

A rat race bus fuss top piled up tv shite
wintered spray snow delights
of piped rock and roll Xmas tunes
in every god forsaken bauble room
from the unemployed
to the silver spoon

don’t pretend your having fun
let the office party blood run
when the beer boy office joker
spills his cock hard intentions
all over her dress
and wrecks the spotted specs
of the director whom when sober name checks
a god
and when pissed envies his wallet wad
and calls him every name under the sun

I'm sure we can all see ourselves in there somewhere.
The office party often leads to nightmares until Easter.
You have suc a way with words, Pete. Yet another gem.

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"You see this lovely fifty note.
I'll roll it nice and tight.
Just sniff the line of powder.
Life will be alright."

"Good evening Miss. Who is this man
whose car you'e leaning in?
You're the lady in the court last week
soliciting again."

"He's just a friend." she slurs
and cries. "A friend that's all. I swear."
"You'll know his name then won't you luv.
And know his wife as well."

"OK, OK. Just take me in.
As you will always do.
Take my money and send me back
to pay for gear, my pimp and you."

Lofty ambitions can so easily turn into a road to perdition. This poem would be a great Christmas present for Amy Winehouse.
An excellent flow and a brilliant poem, Malcolm.

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