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Poem: Semantic Map

By: Joshua Ford Word Goes to term Term Goes to paper Paper Goes to grade Grade Goes to power Power Goes to electricity Electricity Goes to creative Creative Goes to planet Planet Goes to calm Calm Goes to tea leaves Tea…

Poem: Huts

By: Joshua Ford We woke in a new world where all there was was huts in a nice little row. The sky above us was so nice and broad, and I was scared of it. Then the dinner bell came ringing…

Poem: National Poetry Day

By: C. J. Black (8th October 2015.) Today being designated as that day I have just two things to say Whatever it is be forth right Press the calm button, then write. But then again being a writer, once you start…

Poem: I hope you guess my name

By: Andrew Tranter Greeted with a smile from beneath a leathered face of wrinkles Happy, jovial, offering food and drink with a grin to these strangers Vodka and glasses appear, then bread and soup swimming in mayonnaise Excited offering seats…

Poem: P O W

By: Andrew Trante Heads of Jute laid out in rows Plastic binds instilling power Soldiers no longer of humanity Deliciously denigrated in silence Power absolute in defeat The Meat grinder craves flesh Dishonoured, dispossessed Fearing sounds of a breath The…

Poem: Whispered Words…

By: Andrew Tranter The morning air crisp, pure and clean The world is on the edge of awake In the distance, an owl says goodnight And a mist blankets a quiet stream Bird song already an hour old as the…

Poem: ephemera

By: Jocelyn Mosman I tell you often how much I love you maybe it’s because I don’t know how much time we have left I can’t comprehend what it feels like to die but this grief is a tsunami I…

Poem: oblivion

By: Jocelyn Mosman your voice on the phone is how I define sorrow I used to wait for the sound to emanate after ring    ring     ring but these days you tell me not to call you tell me you…

Poem: the island

By: Linda M Crate no man is an island they say, but i am no man; i find myself at my most comfortable when i am alone there are no illusions and people pleasing no having to deal with people…

Poem: just a past love

By: Linda M Crate you said i was marie and kikyo always your past love never your last even in the present of the moments we shared together, and i don’t know why i didn’t nail the holes of your…