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Them Words

poem by FB Lindsey

Them people walking around Looking at them words Holding up them words Smiling at them words Them people sitting over there Flipping through them words Considering all them words ... Read more

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Thump-Thump-Thump

poem by FB Lindsey

Thump-thump-thump A foggy haze. Moving bodies It feels warm in here. Or is it just me? Darkness. Then light. Pulsating. Excuse me. My bad. Thump-thump-thump Who is that? Squint. Lean against the rail. Look cool. You want anoth... Read more

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THE MISTAKEN CORR...

poem by Fadrian Bartley

He swallowed the agony of hell And after being through the depth of it’s hallow halls The old rusty thorn squeezed Itself around the heart of him that forsake good, The black blood of his wickedness pouring Out from hi... Read more

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The Good Ol' Days

poem by chel scott

Old age, it creeps up slow, then BAM!! It attacks with might, grey hairs, weak bladder, dodgy knees, you may as well give up the fight. Another wrinkle, or maybe two, it might not seem that bad, then you notice your memory goi... Read more

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Insomnia

poem by chel scott

Again the dark night creeps in, and it's almost time to sleep, one coffee and one thought too many? A stress alert on repeat. I watched the scarlet sunset, counted all the starts in the sky, tried a movie and wrote a book, but,... Read more

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The Valley of Ind...

poem by Michael Wise

Lost in the valley of indecision Forever caught between here and there My mind is divided, my soul is torn And monstrous phantoms are everywhere There's neither light, nor is there darkness Here in this barren oasis of grey Tr... Read more

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Flittin'

poem by chel scott

There was an old man, who lived in a jacket, but he had to complain, about the neighbours racket. The very next day, he moved into a boot, but he got pushed out, by a huge, stinkin' foot! With his head held high, he moved int... Read more

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Room 49

poem by chel scott

Clutching at reality, until my knuckles are white, round and round in my head, I swear, I'm not quite right! I daydream all the time, imagine I'm from another place, I have delusions of grandeur, like I'm made of silk and lac... Read more

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Little Black Dress

poem by chel scott

I pull and I squeeze, with all of my might, suck in my breath, tuck it all in tight. There's a tearing seam, a now a loose thread, I could sew and cut, oh, I'm filled with dread. If I could just breath, ah, that'd be bliss, ... Read more

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The Day She Touch...

poem by David P Carroll

The Day She Touched My Heart. You made me feel true love Never knowing true love The day you touched me I fell in love I couldn’t believe I'm truly in love The pleasures of romance Drives me crazy but full of ... Read more

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The Ritual

poem by chel scott

Moisturise my face, wash my hair, pluck my eyebrows, with great care. Plenty of lipstick, define my eyes, a bit of shadow, a kind of disguise. Oh, what I suffer, the time I take, I wish I looked like this, just as soon as I... Read more

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Ddu Anza Translat...

poem by Sxisha Prafa Dia

Ddu Anza, where are you? Ddu Anza, are you well? Yes! Yes! I am fine! No! No! I'm in pain! Ddu Anza, Brother of brothers? Ddu Anza, do you love me? Sxisha, Sister of sisters! Sxisha, of course I love you! Sxisha and Ddu An... Read more

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Ddu Anza

poem by Sxisha Prafa Dia

Ddu Anza, syf na pol? Ddu Anza, akh porbon? Veit! Veit! Ãœrlo frol! Nakza! Nakza! Baladon! Ddu Anza, Prøvo ti prøvo? Ddu Anza, makh kka druv? Sxisha, Prafa ta prafa! Sxisha, mexh lla draff! Sxisha e Ddu Anza, PrÃ... Read more

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Knickers To The S...

poem by Jay Shades

Startled by your illustrious ways There's a shock and awe factor Move them to the side. Am in a daze. Bending my mind to what am inclined Whilst in a chair that's reclined . Your blowing my...mind . Deliberations delibera... Read more

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BREXIT TEARS

poem by Marc Hawkins

(This is written about a certain demographic of Brexit voters...the ones who based their voting decisions on racism, false patriotism and disjointed national pride) Bloody bolshy Belgians, boshing their boots all over our bleeding... Read more

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THE PEASANTS HAVE...

poem by Marc Hawkins

The peasants have gatecrashed the reception And made a beeline for the buffet plates, The guests are appalled Saying “Let’s get them hauled To the dungeons before it’s too late”. There’s a tramp... Read more

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OH WOKE IS ME

poem by Marc Hawkins

This world, eh? Snowflakes melting in the heat of discussion threatening words of repercussion, activists firing off angry epistles like a thousand hurtling well do-ers or dissers, beating up the street on piccolo drums splayin... Read more

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PICTURE PERFECT P...

poem by Marc Hawkins

Positioned provocatively, picture perfect Pamela, poses for porno photos in a seedy studio south of the river. Purring and pouting and protruding her pumping breasts, bending for a plump posterior moon shot, parting her pin... Read more

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The Doodle Bug....

poem by Frank Hornby .

"Scribbling on the notepad, while talking on the phone, it's something we all do, so don't worry you're not alone. Rhomboids, and triangles, circles, and cubes, squares, smiley faces, pyramids, and tubes. Oodles of doodles all ove... Read more

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Fairyville.

poem by Christopher Russon

They say I'm away with the fairies That's what they said to me Looking back in retrospect It would be a lie to disagree. My lawn is filled with garden gnomes And rabbits that are made from clay And children's books inside my hom... Read more