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Pencil

Posted on 06/03/202506/03/2025 by admin

Pencil point punctuated preciselyJabbed into the air, every syllable spokenSwished, stammered, sputtered sprightlyAn answer, answered. A gestured token.The teacher nods, introspective thoughts,Musing on the fencing flourishThe student seeking, the knowledge soughtThe pencil, an extension of his courage.With mighty cry, a quip well aimedThe lead projectile aiming highA sentence of a bard unduly famedHis demise with…

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Blue Tears

Posted on 06/02/202506/02/2025 by admin

Night draws forever onin its squalid winding way.Darkness compiled in essence,a quite subterfuge of meaningas if clothing mystery with beautiful silence,punctuating the sobs and splashes.Blue tears falling in shadow,hidden and ashamed.But night draws forever on.

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One day

Posted on 06/02/202506/02/2025 by admin

One of these days I’ll be a triumphant giant,I just need to eat a bit more Weetabix, they all said.Walk briskly, exercise moremaybe do some stretches.“Think big” my brother told me,he should know, as he touched a nearby cloud.I could only touch the side of the bin,I tried, nothing changed.“maybe you need some iron” said…

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Murdering the poet

Posted on 06/01/2025 by admin

Ive thought often about poetic murdersEnvenoming a robust wrangled rhymeLeaving the marrow thick to curdleAs I plot away the waiting time. Maybe I’ll sharpen some alliterationA convocation cavorting capersAwaiting the right dark situationFor the scything wit to savour. Slicing deep spilling bloodSibilant sounding shaping upThen that poetic body thudsFinally making that final cut. But add…

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Misogyny

Posted on 06/01/202506/01/2025 by admin

What bile and bluster is contained,in insipid ungrateful men.The ones who want to hijack and harangue,shouting misogynistic slurs,always overbearing.Making a day about women about them,not even passive aggressive,who needs the passive part.When telling rape jokes,or fallaciously commenting.Downplaying all that women feel and fear,with simple lines that just echo,“what about us men?”As if every other day…

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Longing

Posted on 05/29/202505/29/2025 by admin

The scent of youlingered on the pillow,fabric kissed deeply making it yours.The hour had passedeven though no longer therea ghost remained,in a glowing mental collage.Entwined togetherwhispering edicts of lovepassionate solemnity.Thoughts to keep me warmuntil we meet again tonight.

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Winter on the moor

Posted on 05/27/202505/30/2025 by admin

Clouds encumberedlazily pushing themselves along the open sky,Blocking the weakened sunAs the wind blows cold icy air along the moor.Down the valleys and up the steep hillsHarkening the approach of winter’s grace.Frozen petals parachute delicately from the heavensA flurry of dancing lace dotting the landscapeIn silken beauty as the crystals fall.Steeping the land in its…

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Personal Independence Payment

Posted on 05/27/202505/27/2025 by admin

They make you jump through many hoops,Filling forms, doctors’ notes needed,Hoping that’s all they need to choose,To stop them feeling so cheated.Bureaucratic nightmare lies in wait.Consuming all hope lade before,Dancing over your broken dreamsAt your inadequacies, a mirthless guffaw.Yet, you put yourself to their tests,Bracing to be found not quite whole.Living through examination stress,A dark…

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Forever in your arms

Posted on 05/27/202506/11/2025 by admin

Eclipsed by your wondrous charm,Warms my heart in subtle bliss.Holding close, fragranced, enchantedPerfumed by your love.A beaming smile granted.Each and every single day. In the hardest light of day,Which could oust a spell or charm,No sadness from my heart granted.Or a transient empty blissFor you are my only loveEnchantment beyond enchanted. Magic woven, heart enchanted,Cloistered…

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Polyphemus

Posted on 05/26/202505/26/2025 by admin

The swiveling eye in central place,Staring deep around his sheep.Pulling the corners of his faceWhilst looking for that peep.Odysseus, crafty hidingUnder the belly of a ramShouting “I am nobody”,Like an awful bullish man.The cyclops picks up a boulder,With arms strong and firmTosses it at the shouty git,With a lesson set to learnOdysseus should have neverPoked…

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