Category: poetry
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Springtime
I began writing poetry quite early in life. It was triggered by my puppy love for a girl. As the days went by my topics widened. I love writing about nature. Every morning with my morning tea I have my notebook too to capture wonderful moments on paper. I have been an active participant in…
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Not Forgettable
by Ted E.F. Roberts after stretched hearts and out-loud love we writhe in a chaos of snarled sheets, haiku parts and aphorisms. nothing about you is forgettable. your breathy hushed moans and damp crescent eyes, the “C” of your toes, dancing demands, defined desires and the soft joys whispered till deep in…
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You Have One Message
by Wim Coleman I see a rainbow.I thought I’d catch you there.Now I see two rainbows.I’m calling on the only Tuesday in November.It’s three-thirty in the afternoon but only temporarily.I am at a pay phone in Pasadena.Go out in your yard and look.Look now don’t wait till you get home.Don’t stop to get dressed either.One…
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Sole Exposure (or Love Me Raw)
by Erica Jasmin Brown Let me strip for you, Take off the layers, Bare my soul in a way no one else will see. Remove the mask, Displace the veil, Show you all there is of me. Expose me, Embrace me, Love me in my purest state. Let me strip for you, Utter every secret,…
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Joyce
by Ed Ahern When I was fourteen there was a girl I thought was cute but never had the nerve to chase. We spent four years near but never close and thirty years in mutual ignorance. Her image lingered in what-if conjectures about who I’d guessed her to be and how we might have meshed…
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Behind Me in Line
by Mary Shanley She had a bobbed nose. I recognized the tell-tale incision scars around her nostrils. She wore an excess amount of copper colored face powder. When I caught a brief glimpse of her full face, I could see that her nose was pushed down and to the right; crushed like a prize fighter.…
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After Neneh Cherry
by Mary Shanley No worries when I sing along with Neneh Cherry. She delivers me to the inside, where the percolating begins. Where words awaken the flow and I’m moving in a direction like none before. And that’s my deal, like none before. Percussion rocking full steam, go for the vibes, shaker of sticks, accentuating…
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Two Poems by Alan Parry
Pallbearer i’ll always be grateful to dad for allowing me the freedom to say no, i’m not comfortable with that Last Wish i yearn to die in the dark unseen until mornin’ Alan Parry Alan Parry is a poet and playwright from Merseyside, England. He is an English Literature graduate and will train to teach…
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Two Poems
by Alan Parry Pallbeareri’ll always be grateful todad for allowing me the freedomto say no, i’m not comfortable with that Last Wishi yearn to die in the dark unseen until mornin’. Alan Parry Alan Parry is a poet and playwright from Merseyside, England. He is an English Literature graduate and will train to teach high…
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quit notice
by Salam Wosu because my body is a house situated beside the beautiful sea overlooking the horizon/ high above clouds I cannot afford it. Today I sold a piece/ of my soul for another moment/ to watch the sun set dive/ into the wetness of the sea. Tomorrow I…
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