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No time to show fear
When all I hear
Is that drill
So shrill
In vain
I attempt nonchalance
But sense enamelled violence
From a man in white
I constructed this poem in lines that enlarge than contract, then grow again to emphasise fear and the hideous sound of the dentist’s drill !!!
Stephen Holloway

The confederate dream

Muskets firing

Mini balls flying

Cannons are firing

Projectiles raining

Down on soldiers marching

Brother fighting brother

Grant and Lee

North versus the South

Union fighting confederates


Laying in his bed

All for one

Slavery’s gone

Thomas Sims

Sunset by Craig Encer


By a local photographer in Nottingham. You can add your photos


To lose someone to spirit


When you lose someone to spirit,

It leaves an empty space,

There is no one to relate to,

No more that smiling face.

No one to share things,

No one to hold your hand,

Just whisked away to spirit,

Something that was not planned.

But you know, everything that happens,

Is all part of the creators scheme,

For the spirit has to develop,

To become part of his spiritual dream.

Just take a look at the rainbow,

Take a look at a beautiful child,

Breathe in the wonderful aromas,

Of the flowers that are growing wild.

Take a look at the miracle of nature,

As it unfolds before your eyes,

Like the clouds as they change shape,

As the wind blows them across the skies.

Like the wind our spirit bodies are,

You can feel but cannot see,

For you are spirits of another sphere,

With no burdens, you are all free.

So although you have lost someone to spirit,

You are only losing the material form,

And know that all your loved ones,

Return to spirit, to be reborn.

So send your love to those in spirit,

And in time you all will find,

That your loved ones will converse with you,

Through the power of your mind.

Malcolm G Bradshaw

For the baby’s sake

Pregnant woman smoking,

Which bit will you damage next?

Perhaps a brain cell here and there?

Perhaps a heart beat could be vexed.

You never know, perhaps a toe.

Your inhaling has  in sight,

Or maybe the baby’s liver

Is to be rendered not quite right.

The choice is not entirely yours,

Smoke will have its own quiet way,

And, passively, the babe you carry

Simply has no say.

So, this is for your baby

Taking its hurt to heart.

Speechless little victim.

Let this poem voice your part.

Ron Gardner, 

Father open our eyes


Father open our Eyes

To the failures of mankind,

Seek out all that is evil,

  Correct all that which we find.

Protect all the innocent ones,

The vulnerable and the weak,

Surround them with your love and light,

In your arms forever keep.

Father gives comfort to the bereaved,

Ease their sorrow and pain,

Fill their hearts with knowledge,

That we all shall meet again.

Father heals all those that suffer,

Give energy to all that are weak

Diminish their pain and torment,

Give encouragement to all that are meek.

Father we send our thoughts to the world,

For everlasting peace,

Open the eyes of those that are blinded,

For war and destruction to cease.

Finally Father we ask you humbly,

For all those that have been parted,

You fill them with your love and light,

To mend the broken-hearted,

  Malcolm G Bradshaw.

London firework display 2012

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