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Genre: Life, Dream

What if life was an illusion?
by Abhishek Jha

What if life was an illusion,
And everything that we saw was just a mirage,
The tree, the mountain, the rivers,
Never actually existed,
Which we thought were the very pillars of our mother earth.

What if it was all just a giant dream,
A dream too good to be true,
But only if it was broken,
Would we come to know what actually is true,
But are we real or we are all an illusion as well,
Well, in that case its a question on our existence,
But we don’t care, do we,
Because we are all lost in the worldly things.

And then I ponder on the fact,
That the mankind being materialistic is infact a good thing,
Even though it might be considered a bad virtue,
Coz had it been, people thinking about real stuff,

Genre: Love, Passion, Life, Dreams, Illness, Moments, Time, Age, Sadness, Suffering, Happiness, Hope, Family, Loss, Trapped, Yearning, Freedom.

Locked In
by Samantha K Collinson

Exploding lights, raindrops

Hitting electric fields.

I run out, dancing;

Entwined, holding his hand.

The sky, extravagant,

Fireworks waving, rainbow

Colours rippling.

I look at him, filled with

Emotion. Heart throbbing,

Body quaking.

I feel the rhythm,

Absorbing. We run into

Elysium.

Twisting and turning,

The music rising,

Vibrations quickening.

The night stands still,

No time limit, no loss,

Just us.

I make a wish to the floating

Flowers, rising to the beat.

I close my eyes – we kiss,

I wake.

Walls pale and thin,

White explodes inwards

Towards the hospital bed.

I lay, no movement,

He holds my hand.

Time takes over – once more,

Tick after tick.

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Genre: dark, friendship, funeral

Eulogy For A Bat
by Kathy Figueroa

A wisp of dusk, personified
Or should I say, ‘animalified’
It grieves me, Bat
That you have died

A blight wracked your tiny body
Slight and brown
Stopped your flight
And struck you down

I wondered why
Not long ago
When the ground
Was cloaked with snow
As I looked outside
Late at night
I saw you swoop by
The electric light

“What could it possibly
Find to eat, now?”
Was on my mind
How could a bug
It hope to find
When all was frozen
White and still?
I know now, Bat
That you were ill

In the shelter where
You were housed
To winter’s chill
You were roused

Then, in search of food
You left the safety
Of your home
Because of a plague called
‘White Nose Syndrome’

This pestilential disease
Caused you to awaken
…Then starve…

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Genre: Rhyme, Nature, Weather, Life

The First Downpour
by J K Roseline

The wind was snarling
At my door all night,
Romancing with rain;
Mystic nature divine
Rejoicing with delight

The first downpour is waving down
Parched earth, she gulps the limpid drops;
It titillates her senses with acuity,
Like burning incense earth emits
Sweet fragrance in the odorous air.

The glorious Sun now veiled beneath the misty sheen,
Peeps to see little brooks gurgling again;
Lonesome rambling streams soon flow,
They spurt to kiss the dancing leaves.

Listen to rain’s resonating beat –
A sound so rhapsodizing be;
To taste the cascading drops
Come croaking frogs, burrowing worms.

The rainbow filters through turbid sky,
Peacocks perch to preen pretty plumes dry;
A lovely lament radiant fall
Sing o heavens, be joyful all.

For this downpour from yonder,
On this yielding union on earth
When the sky roars clothed in…

Genre: Life, Nature, Rhyme

Flowers bloom in winter
by Cathrina Oshinowo

Flowers bloom in Winter, spring, Summer and Autumn too.

They bloom and spring forth for me you. Flowers show me ĺove In boom and tell me not to cry.

Flowers speak to my heart and tell my dreams never to die..

The flowers I hold dear cause my to flame to grow inside.

They mirror my beauty from beginning to end; never fading peptualy being my little friends.

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Genres: angry, cocky, funny, friendship and philosophical.

Brighton Clock Tower, Redecorated
by Anna Tizard

I covered the clock tower with clocks and clicking watches
I did it for her.

Her mind is not unkind but she lives in space-place
outside of time.
It means she’s always late
which for we who wait is obviously
not great.

She’s embarrassed for other things, ties her shawls up in pins
for giving the “wrong” excuses,
but really it’s in her lies where lies
the abuses.

So I gather all her friends around the clock tower’s stuck up finger
which I’ve already covered in putty, perfectly nutty
– it actually is, with a spade-load of peanut butter added
to make it extra
sticky-padded.

And as the sun drops low ’til it skims the horizon
the coating glints, really slick
and there’s a rubber thump-punch as over-arm
and under-arm and doggy-ball-throwers flick
the catapulted watches…

Genre: Philosophical, Dark, Controversial

Once-Nothing
by Adam White

Carved out of nothing,
a thing with no tongue
is ripped out of absence,
sealed in a cell.
Hell may now enter:
pain once was less
than a thought never dreamt.
But a day will soon come
when it’s all that can even
be thought to be felt.

From the moment the sperm
burrows into the egg,
and the wasted white fluid
begins to run down mom’s leg,
the fate of the once-nothing
is in others’ hands:
the choice is the woman’s
or the choice is the Lord’s.
The wishes of
the once-nothing,
if it wishes at all,
don’t matter:

the once-nothing’s wishes
cannot be known,
and the once-nothing
makes no demands.

The once-nothing,
mutilated in ineffable ways,
mutated in the most radical,
inconceivable way,
manipulated,
forced, flung,
captured, caged
in a body never asked for,
against which
it had no body…

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