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My sneaking tears


How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height –
Composure swayed by onerous might.

My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill; 
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone –
‘Twas clouds abandoned I was on.

The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears –
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain…

On equal bearing now were we: 
This rain, myself, in harmony.

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

Stage Fright

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Into unlit recesses stalks doubt
Befriending demons that contort
Shadows and inhabit the empty space
Of elevated madness
Peer through a flat darkness which engulfs
The soul
Silent shrieking sudden echo
Strangling thought and speech
Amid an angled nightmare
Sensing the rush of reversed air
Painted in hues of panicked sweat
One small creak of board
Housed in stillness
Flickering: one scarlet subdued gaslight
A cough
And rustle of curtain.
By Stephen Holloway


At home I’m filling shelves and shelves

With interesting books I find

In OXFAM and the like.

So many, you’d need several shelves

To cram their contents in your mind.

And who will want them when I die?

No one I know I would entrust

With all those volumes gathering dust.

Why do I buy them then, yes, why?

It’s not as though I’m out to vie

With libraries where folk may browse.

Nor would it please me to arouse

The envy of a bibliophile.

Such folly wouldn’t be worthwhile.

Nor is there anyone they might impress.

In fact, the more the space, the less

Would visitors ask why

There are so many of them here.

I don’t know why myself, that’s clear—

Unless, surrounded by the things,

I hope that they might make me clever.

But could that happen? No, not ever.

Ron Gardner



Please believe me

You’re all that I need,

You have to forgive me

I’m begging you please,

If I lost you now

My world would end,

You’re my lover, my soul mate

My best friend

I know I slipped

I know I was wrong,

But I couldn’t see

It was you all along,

I need you here

Please don’t go,

We will be ok

We can take it slow,

I know I hurt you

And told you lies,

But do we really

Have to say goodbye?

I’m yours forever

I promise I’ll stay true,

Don’t leave me know

All I want is you,

I’m truly sorry

From the bottom of my heart,

Just promise me now

We wont be apart.

 Abbe Cutforth

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Poem on Floods


Strongly built to protect it all

Against a force that beckons to call

Behind this wall, it’s easy to live

No more to get with less to give.


In one instant, the flood rages in

Attacking that wall, wearing it thin

The onslaught becomes too much to bear

Unstoppable, without warning, no time to prepare


Pain flashes through the heart and soul

Destroying what was once thought whole

Sooner or later, the walls crumble and break

Creating inside an unbearable ache.


All at once, never in small measures

Memories invade of all past treasures.

No longer mine, they belong to another

Why would I care? Why even bother?


Although the pain is less than before

I beg to be saved from bearing it more. 

I reach for the concrete and mortar of my mind.

In hopes to leave those memories behind.


Hastily rebuilding that wall of protection.

Each block in place, no room for rejection.

Built from tears and not from blood

Safe again from memories flash flood.

Water water everywhere 
there has been a flood 
heavy rainfall flooding us 
because there are monsoons

some days we get holidays 
declared by government 
some days we must go to school 
even when its muddy

we don’t get sports periods 
sometimes we miss snacks 
just because the heavy rains 
of winter, are back

people walk in knee deep water 
possibly even more 
but not all places are affected 
but some are prone for sure

watch out, stay at home 
going out your prone 
to get diseases of many types 
which are not very pleasant

water water everywhere 
there has been a flood 
heavy rainfall flooding us 
because there are monsoons


Street View


I show him how easy it is
to become a lens, a cyber-visitor
swooping up Overdale Avenue
like a steady bird or a boy on a bike.

We pass the row where an incendiary
fell, blew glass across the front room,
but his door isn’t there, replaced by flats
before I was born.

Here’s a plane tree, lower branches
out of reach, and somewhere on the bark
a set of initials carved with a penknife
in summer of forty-three.

Roy Marshall


Talking to the Clouds


Icy tree under the fire sky

holds on to her shine, grips

her tender fingers with diamond

drops and defies him to threaten

her with his heat.  She is proud,

stands at the top of the rise,

tips back her head and sings.

Her frozen limbs swing to catch

late day light, sparkle and know

she belongs this way, shining

through angry fire.  He closes in,

trying to melt her delicate ice,

but she holds it higher, her promise,

until fire has melted, receded,

and all that remains behind

is the blue glow of hope.

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Nice picture! !!


A cold morning today. Diamond frost scintillates in the low light. Breath billowing out in clouds. Chill in the air. But a beautiful dawning. Gentle rush of the waves,and cry of a gull. Colours enhanced in the clear air. Snowy headlands merge into blushing sea. A fresh awakening.

blushing sea


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great pic


Mostly inspirational chit-chat

I’ve come across lovely pictures of January snow in Aberdeen, Scotland. Here’s  a little taste of exquisite scenes of beyond.

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Photo credit:   Jude McBean

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A very good poem

We love your poem!!!

Lara Dunning

I need to catch up on somethings this week. Here’s a poem I posted last year.

Midnight Snow

Mother’s voice in the night

Whispering sweet delight

Midnight snow is falling


Warm hands clasp as one

Each step snowy fun

Nose tickled by a flake or two

Midnight snow is falling


Soft and silent falls the snow

Mother’s love I’ll always know

Soft is her voice

Soft is her hand

Midnight snow is falling

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Frost haze hangs over the stiff furrows,
whitens fields with iced wheat stems.
A brown layer of trapped smoke,
a line against the pale sky, shows the limit
of this cold, dense air-bubble – an invisible
inversion. The Bass Rock rises
from a milk-blue sea, its base fog-blurred,
and to the long horizon, no horizon.

At this time, we feel the need for warmth,
for company, and if our forebears feasted
so can we. We gather further, winnow the world
for tropical fruits, exotic spices, tangy sauces.
No borders to bounty, no boundaries to taste,
no limits to wanting, because we can have.

And to those who have not? We give, we must,
for now we see that difference makes us all
the same. Need is universal, want is just the way
we choose to live.

Colin Will


I hate snow

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“Snow And I Just Don’t Compute”

Snow you arrive when it’s brutally cold,

An army of billions you travel so bold.

Flake by flake you fall and cover my life,

Which causes my morning commute to be full of strife.

At the first sign of warmth you cower away,

But remember in 2011 if you land on an army base you can now tell them if you’re gay.

After you’ve been on Earth for a while you turn gross and brown,

However some think you are beautiful when you cover their town.

But I am not one who finds you appealing,

Some would say about my personality that this is revealing.

While many children were using you to make angels and men,

I was anti-socially curled up inside watching TV in the den.

The fact that some people love snow is one I won’t dispute,

But please understand that snow and I will never, ever, compute.

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