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Affair

Posted on 09/12/2019 by Dove Grey

If I was in love, I would take her everywhere with me, Show her around, clothe her dine with her bed her. And she needs drinks, I’d provide, To call this friend an alibi – One to run to, one to hold, As days will pass, in years of old. If I was young, not…

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from: A Man Facing Funereally Traditional Reflections

Posted on 01/12/2018 by Dean English

rain fell overnight. the sea is flushed. the darkened room in the bird loud dawn is cool with fresh oxygen tasting of wet long grass at back fence on hill side. the sea and the shore the sound of two fine sheets of sandpaper. like opium, and dating, I’m being absurd, it is useless, like…

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Rising Star

Posted on 27/04/2018 by Akshay

Cold, Cold night No one to say Hi !! So I look at the sky Clouds passing by Cold, Cold night I look up high Calling my Name A Star in the sky Lonely, Not alone but, I am fine, Said I Stars shining Bright I see them in the sky Sitting on a tree…

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Ali Baba (from the sky)

Posted on 15/02/2018 by Vicky Curtin

We are still under the sky, In the guest room; Beast and cryptic.   Everything crawls. A car flings us. I see one peeling The middle east.   Down there, it’s still Exotic; an open sore, With a mule-cart Full of gold.  

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I am sorry

Posted on 12/01/2018 by Origin8

    I am sorry I don’t want to stand still I want to begin to crawl And walk, run and jump But the sinking sand stops me Me and all of my stars high in the heavens. I am sorry My heart is weak and I am weak without a heart My lungs fill…

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Purse Kept Gems

Posted on 12/10/201726/10/2017 by Editor

To search outwards defines strength, To wander in the fields of black roses and purple orchids, Dance around and around under the late summer sun, Tumblers of pink lemonade, gin and chock full of ice cubes, Straws and a slice of lime to accommodate, Gather yourself and meet us there, We can watch the sun…

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WE

Posted on 27/04/2017 by Lesly Frances Finn

these days there is a shadow on my heart a stone so weighty breathing is suppressed such sadness from this time we’ve been apart and memories of times when we were blessed no sleep while eyes keep searching in the night your warmth no longer felt here at my side without your arms to hold…

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Poetry – Memo to self

Posted on 23/04/201727/04/2017 by Lesly Frances Finn

a rhymer’s style is one that’s neat following form and counting feet free-versers claim their way is better no need to follow to the letter some poems only seem to ramble endless screeds all in a tangle esoteric styles depress me grandiloquence just don’t impress me so what’s the best thing I can do (the…

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planning for Light

Posted on 18/04/201720/08/2018 by Dean English

When I drift off and wander homeless appearing a month or two weeks growth no other man is there. I bring along my patterns: Exertion-Rest-Sleep, Contemplation, Mindlessness, Sexiness; behaviour-geese who nip and honk the conscience can only come so far along these urban walkabouts, being phoney with their fitness. There’s a freeing up of feeling…

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Still-life

Posted on 26/02/201727/02/2017 by Vicky Curtin

Will stay   but not fight embarrassment in the lewd sun.   Bring down infamous rain; the fingernail and the boot.   I will sit here. Tender.   But a still-life is a dead thing. I saw one sit and never breathe again.   I paint corpses, apples and such,   and the red ones…

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Mutant

Posted on 25/02/2017 by Vicky Curtin

I sit; a nut, turn in my shell, eyes in backward.   Dig a wee self; forage in the glen of fine, crude cells.   I’m pressed. Ears in the ocean seize… a mutinous song.   Feb 23 2017

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falling

Posted on 30/10/201630/10/2016 by Mark Prisco

1 I was born on Saturday. Turned 30 on Monday. The days between, a blur. Especially nought to four and the early 20s when breast and bottle was everything.   2 I’ve said before: I recall crawling across the floor, soiling the moment, thinking Shit. Again!   A nought to four experience I think/ I…

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