Affection Affair, by Unforgiven

It touches me to feel it
Touches me to feel the love
Offered for free
By people who understand its meaning
Is pretence worth it?
No?
You don’t want to be loved?
Yes?
Disgrace to you that extinguish
The sparks that light up someone’s heart
You that shatter dreams
You that end lives
You that make up excuses
Not to be with some one that loves you
Why?
Because you didn’t feel like it?
Because they didn’t have money?
Because they didn’t have the height?
Because it didn’t satisfy you?
Because you were afraid of being dumped?
These insecurities make up lust
Lust for other human beings.
Lust for people who will end up
Hurting the heart you dearly protect
And leave you desperate
You will end up giving advice to
The ones
In the budding stages of TRUE LOVE
Who value its worth.

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CLAP, by Darell J Philip

Windows opened
Mum and I screaming at the top of our…
You know, that organ which
Mr Corona makes the point of his attack
Our voices in unison with the carnival of faces
Hand clapping together among our block
For those brave front liners
Robed in white and blue
Their lives risking for Queen and Country
For me and you

A sign in a window reads
Hang in there Hackney
Locked down, stuck in isolation
Longing to be free
Hooting and beeping cars drive by
An outpouring of love filling the illuminous sky
Dethroning Mr Corona from his royal seat
His nasty legacy we will surely defeat

An unusual crescendo took place that night
The community together an awesome sight
It was to everyone’s most absolute delight
To see Mr Corona given a most chilling fright
For all the lives he’s cruelly taken away
For all those families we kneel and pray
Our frontline heroes – relics of the past
For you we clap knowing this too shall past

The morning after the night before
A bright smile beams across the sky
As a reminder of that glorious day soon to come
When from this earth with angel’s wings
We take off and fly.

(C) Copyright 2020, Darell J Philip, Clap
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Showcase Poetry – ‘Post-covid’ – A poem by Lize Bard (Haiku out of Africa) — Art, Photography and Poetry

Originally posted on Haiku out of Africa: can we press reset ~ can we rewind to before ~ can we start again? —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

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Showcase Poetry – ‘Wagasa’ (‘Umbrellas’) – A poem by eob (Poetic Thoughts) — Art, Photography and Poetry

Originally posted on Poetic Thoughts: bright oiled paper spheres~ rain drops sound rhythmically~ beneath echos heard~ geta covered feet shuffle~ moving forward homeward bound lg/25042020 *Note: The traditional wagasa is made with renewable materials such as Japanese paper, string, and bamboo. A layer of oil coats the umbrella to make it stronger. The history behind…

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Spotlight Art – Painting of the day by Randi Antonsen, Birdsong — Art, Photography and Poetry

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Showcase Art – ‘Katherine Anne Porter’ Art by Carsten Wieland (Brushparkwatercolors) — Art, Photography and Poetry

Originally posted on brushpark-watercolors: 2020-04-27 Collage Katherine Anne Porter “Miracles are instantaneous, they cannot be summoned, but come of themeselves, usually at unlikely moments and to those who least expect them.” – Katherine Anne Porter (Ship of Fools (1962) Pt. 3) Katherine Anne Porter (May 15, 1890 – September 18, 1980) was an American journalist,…

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Feeling the Magic! — Coffee with Julz

I think we can all agree that these are crazy times! Being stuck in our homes trying to make the best of this quarantine and stress from the Coronavirus as we watch our loved ones die around us, seeing how our frontline workers are suffering as they work tirelessly to help care for the sick […]

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Erotica: Ashley bloom me up — Craccum

In spite of the open windows, the air is still, the neighbourhood quiet, the sounds of children playing on the streets long forgotten. It is the 20th of April 2020, and Aotearoa is on lockdown. Nobody knows this better than I. Since the beginning of the nation’s Covid-induced quarantine, I have completely abandoned myself to […]

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