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Read Poem: My Word, by Pamela L.Compton “Poet Pam”

Come forth and slap me with your sharpened tongue and I shall take a blade and cut the serpent off.
For I speak within my soul,
something you degenerates would never know.
For the world I live in is mine and mine alone.
There is nothing here for you but the sticks and stones.
Mock my words and play thy games;
One thing for sure you will remember my name

Read Poem: The Ruins, by William P. Robertson

The ruins were overgrown
with brambles & briars.
Crumbled walls cast shadows
in the moonlit gloom
& toadstools crunched underfoot.
Cold drafts seeped from
subterranean vaults.
Ghostly lovers embraced
like tangled roses.

–William P. Robertson

Read Poem Dr Mike Gibson PhD. by Cleveland W. Gibson

Please, don’t let the flowers
on my grave wither and die,
because if you do, I know
Mum and Dad will surely cry.

All Saints church stands tall, dignified,
not far from the grave where I lie,
A church filled with soulful people,
but ‘miss you, Mike,’ I hear you sigh.

In mellow eventide or chapel,
I hear the sharp bells ring out.
Once Dad took me into the belfry,
I loved the thrill without a doubt.

But there is a wind so cold,
as it blows across my chest.
I thank God for singing birds;
happy songs I love the best.

I’ll sing a song of sunshine,
my, I love the many seas so blue,
playing on the golden beaches
of the Med, Greece and Malta too.

My life has never ever been easy,
about DMD, there’s much to say.
But I’ve always done my best,
to smile, to pray up to my last day.

I loved to play War Games 40K,
in the pub and far into the night,
friends around the table, such fun,
it’s normal and, to me, so very right.

I studied hard to go to Uni,
and was proud of my PhD,
Oh, what new doors opened!
R & D on ‘Big Guns’ if you please.

My thesis built on solid Autofrettage,
it drove the Prof Z. wild with delight.
Then I went to work, kept on thinking,
on gun problems, hours into the night.

Many thanks, Vicki. Also Tom and Charlie.
Me: the boy who couldn’t even walk,
but I rode Charlie in fields of daisies,
led by Vicki, who smiled at all my talk.

There are friends I miss, to challenge,
to prove we can be the Queen’s Best,
so bend your back and work hard, lads.
I did. Can you? Be a cut above the rest

Read Poem: Morning Memories, by Akansha Bhatt

The Radio goes boom incessantly,

Reminding me that it’s Monday again,

Not caring for my swollen eyes,

The sunshine hits my face,

As I go about and do my chores,

I put on my clothes and as I walk to the door,

I see in the corner the dress I wore,

I pick it up and take a sniff,

It still smells like you, I think,

One night ago when I was with you,

Entwined together, I felt things,

Your lips touched me like a storm of love,

Like it was the rain in the desert,

It had a power I have never felt before,

Like Ecstasy, inside my bones,

Your hands were all I wanted,

I wanted you to do things to be, I dreamt of and then some more,

Caress me with the lust you had in your eyes,

You kissed every part of me, the broken and the mended,

You touched me in places I have never been touched,

As if you took me places I have never visited,

I always knew I was a rebel,

Funny how you are still on my mind,

Even though you said we aren’t meant to be,

I still crave for those hands, those little shock of pleasure.

Days go by, and it’s yet another Monday morning,

Blaring at its top the radio goes up,

You are still on my mind and why is that I don’t know,

I want to see you again and ask, do you remember it,

Where you mourning all this day for my touch like I did,

Do you remember if it was lust or we made love?

I guess I won’t know until you let me know,

So I can stop this mourning to the radio for that touch.

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Genre – Love, Relationship, Erotica, sad and romantic

Read Poem: The dream that never was, by Carol Ann Wright

I said I understood
But I didn’t.
I said it was okay
But it wasn’t
I said all would be well
But it isn’t.

I said I would be there
And I was
I said that I would cope
And I did
I said I would hold tight
And I held.

They say you never were
But you were
They said that it was right
But it wasn’t
I wanted to say ‘stay’
But I couldn’t
I had to say goodbye
And I did.

But now the weeks have past
And I’m sad
They say that time will heal
But it hasn’t.
They say Life will carry on
But yours didn’t.
I want to move on
But I’m stuck

You were never really real
But I knew you
They said ‘it’ never was
But you were.
I tried to say goodbye
But I couldn’t
I tried to let you go
But I can’t.

I said I understood
But I didn’t.

Carol Ann Wright M.A.(CBT)
Accredited BABCP Psychotherapist/ Author

Read Poem: Portway, by David Pike

“Breath the nice air,”
he said, leaning across
the adjustable chair
and shoving a flexible mask
over my nose
and mouth.
I started to gag
biting down hard
on a rubber bung
he’d previously shoved
between my teeth
and tongue.

Slowly the lights
went out
and a weird dream about Telstar
zoomed in and out
together with a soundtrack;
keyboard music blasted out,
then a creaking, grinding sound
entered my brain.
It creaked, stopped
and creaked again
followed by a sudden
snap. . .

And through a haze of fog
a voice was heard.
“wake up,” it said
“there’s a good lad,”
as consciousness returned
with a blood-filled mouth.

I made a hasty retreat
with parent in-tow
dripping gore along the
pavement
on the way home.

Read Poem: The Brave Little Soldier, by Andrea Hicks

The brave little soldier looked fear in the eye,
He said, ‘I am a soldier, I never say ‘die’.’
He threw back his shoulders and stuck out his chin,
He gathered his thoughts; determined to win.
His eyes, they focussed; the enemy did quake.
‘Come on,’ he cried, ‘my courage won’t shake.’
He lifted his sword, one of paper made,
And forward he ran, not one moment afraid.
Before those sweet eyes the enemy fled,
So the brave little soldier went gladly to bed,
A soldier of courage in our hearts will live,
The bravest of soldiers gave all he could give.

Read Poem: SUMMER SHOES, by Declan Molloy

Certainties like this

fields filled with dreams

lips of remembered smiles

stepping on dry stone

footfall quiet heel to toe

we, moving on the lane

kicking stones,

a moment to disturb

the verge as we go,

Touching your hair

while leather shoes

bend and sing

A faint murmur beneath,

beach trees

a silence to tired feet

and a world of crows above

A place to think,

where dreams are

brown parcels

tied with old string,

And here before open country

under a summer sun

summer shoes

kiss the hot road

as if reluctant lovers

while curious cattle

watch us pass

Read Poem: BITTER BRAINSTORM, by Tommie Brown

SHE’S BITTER; SHE’S EXTREMELY BROKEN; THE RESULTS FROM BEING VULNERABLE AND THE HEART WIDE OPEN. SHE WANTS LOVE BUT CONSTANTLY CHOOSES THE WRONG KIND OF GUYS; HER KIDS WORRY FROM HEARING THE LATE NIGHT CRIES. IF YOU LOOK INTO HER EYES YOU’LL SEE NOTHING BUT BEAUTY; IT’S EASY TO COVER UP PAIN; BUT HER INSIDES ARE LIKE A EULOGY. INSTEAD OF PUTTING HER FOCUS ON SELF; SHE PUT HER PAIN ON THE SHELF; CHOOSE ANOTHER PAIN INFLICTER TIL THE HEART HAS NOTHING LEFT. ONLY TO GET THE SAME OUTCOME; COMMON MISTAKE BY MANY; BEAUTIFUL HEARTS ARE NUMB WHO BLANKET ALL MEN AS DOGS AND SCUMB. THAT’S FAR FROM THE TRUTH. IF YOU ALL WANT A HAPPY MARRIAGE; ALLOW GOD TO MOLD YOU IN TO A RUTH. YOU WILL THEN LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF BEING LOST AND FOUND; YOU WILL THEN LEARN THAT BEING MALE DOESN’T MAKE HIM A KING WITH THE CROWN. LIKEWISE FOR YOU ALL TOO; YOUR THINKING WAS CLOUDY; YOU ALL SUFFERED FROM POOR DECISION MAKING TOO. ONLY A LOST MIND DEPENDS ON A LOST SOUL; GOD SHOULD BE YOUR NUMBER ONE PRIORITY; DON’T WAIT UNTIL YOU GET OLD. A LOT OF WOMEN PREACH THE GOSPEL; BUT ARE STILL IN A BITTER AND BROKEN STATE; THEY DON’T LEAD BY EXAMPLE; THEY STILL HAVE A FULL PLATE. DON’T BE LIKE THEM; GIVE YOUR ENTIRE HEART AND SOULS TO GOD; HE WILL MAKE YOU BRAND NEW; USE YOUR PAST AS LEARNING EXPERIENCES; GOD IS WITH YOU. TAKING CHANCES IN LIFE PROVES OUR FAITH; STAY IN THE RACE; IF NOTHING CHANGES; NOTHING CHANGES; YOU’LL CONTINUE TO BE IN THE VERY SAME BITTER PLACE. #THECHOICEISYOURS #BRAINSTORMING #GLORYBETOGOD

Read Poem: DON’T GO BEYOND, by Mantri Mark

(POETRY-cum-SONG Lyrics)

Yeh! What is this, my lovely dear?
What happened to you today?
You’re with me, don’t be in haste
The day is yours, I endorse you ǁ

The time is running, but, you aren’t
A lovely night never ends fast
Night and day, rolls and rolls
Plenty of time to roll and roll ǁ

You’re here to kiss me too
Our gigantic moods, rolling well
Night long program can’t go fast
Slow and slow, justify the night ǁ

End and ends, there is no end
Where we land, night only tell
We are there to understand well
The night is lost, love has a brake ǁ

Don’t go beyond to reach the heart
Fast and fast makes me hurt
Slow and steady, our love live long
Great days ahead, don’t be in hurry ǁ

I follow code of life behavior
I use minimum ethics in life
I can’t allow people to go beyond
It’s just a life with code of discipline ǁ

I can’t understand where beyond stands
Where one can see the beyond halts
Can anybody give the beyond specification
As I feel that there is no end to beyond ǁ

Don’t Go Beyond
As one can see no reason to go beyond
Likes and dislikes are within the beyond
One should know the signals of beyond ǁ

Worth and not worth are within the beyond
Hopes and deals are within the beyond
Never go beyond as things may go wrong
One within the limits can’t go beyond ǁ