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• #202
Not exactly a vegan poem
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• #203
Notice that I avoided quoting the whole thing even though my post ended up on the new page out of context. I was tempted ...
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• #204
Esteemed poetry lovers - behold this upcoming ride!
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• #205
The Door-Miroslav Holub
Go and open the door.
Maybe outside there’s
A tree, or a wood,
A garden,
Or a magic city.
Go and open the door.
Maybe a dog’s rummaging,
Maybe you’ll see a face,
or an eye,
or the picture
of a picture.
Go and open the door,
If there’s a fog
It will clear.
Go and open the door.
Even if there’s only
The darkness ticking,
Even if there’s only
The hollow wind,
even if
nothing
is there,
go and open the door.
at least
there’ll be
a draught.
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• #206
https://carolannduffywf.eventbrite.co.uk/
Carol Ann Duffy is performing at Waltham Forest town hall. Walthamstow REPRESENT.
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• #207
I only love you when you're sad
When you're hopeless, when you've had
Enough of life and it's just
Me, and only me you trust.I like it when you're crushed, weak willed
It puts me in control. I filled
With heartfelt words, your broken cup
I hope it didn't cheer you up. -
• #209
I found that a bit right on, and lacking in irony.
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• #210
like your posts?
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• #211
The Window
Behind glass that holds the cold air steady,
The sun turns at last from slack-skinned hands.
No hasp to throw across, no last
Secured to mould or press demands.
Just fingers cupped unmet but ready.Shamed by the sun, hiding from petty
Questions yet those hands still beg
To be held, to feel warmer fingers
Disturb this air, and sweep the dregs
From the panes where mould grows on the putty. -
• #212
try to find an alternative to one of the moulds.
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• #213
The aim was to take 5 words, and use one each line in two 5 line stanzas, an exercise from college. I guess the other challenge is to hide this repetition so it doesn't jar, in which case yes, perhaps it needs more work. Thanks for your input.
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• #214
William, surely this thread counts as college work so you can post on here? ;)
^ Unhelpful of me?
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• #215
Curtains
How vain
To want to join the ranks of illiterate dead,
Who are written about but can't read,
And who write nothing
With their slack hands.No one to entertain,
They crouch quietly under beds,
Or hang with the coats on the backs of doors,
Bothering the hinges
Unsexed, bored, and uncertain.It's a mug's game,
Hovering in hallways with bowed heads,
Trying to pick up pens, unable to feed,
Fingers limp like fringes
On vulgar curtains. -
• #216
I love this. (Though it kind of creeps me out.)
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• #217
Of course You're Absolutely Justified
Of course you're absolutely justified
In feeling crushed, or angry: you have been
Drastically undermined, cruelly lied
To and it wrestles with you inbetween
Your overheating ears, but have you triedTo see yourself as your own creator?
It's an opportunity, a little
Challenge you can feel smug about later.
After you've reconstructed your brittle
Ego you can watch the other creaturesFail, and listen knowingly to their shrieks
And tantrums. From their state you'll have advanced:
Clearly better informed. Come back and speak
To me once settled in your arrogance,
And you'll find you're still either wrong, or weak. -
• #218
I am the shadow of my shadow,
the hunter of the huntee,
this gross simplification of human nature is...
laughable, pitiful very much dispicable,
yet we laugh heart-ilyI drift and follow, searching,
I carry swiftly on, lurching,
forward is my direction,
my eyes searing whats in front,
I thought it was love but its not,
turns out that was just a front. -
• #219
My mood has inspired me to express it in rhyming couplets...
The Sun is out, its time to play
Happy now to bike today
If you're with me, let's hear you say
Live your life the way you want it to be*note is to pronounce the word be like the rest are spelled
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• #220
Floorboards
She cut
Deftly, the corners
In socked feet.
At the foot of four floors
She turned back up,
Up and down
Like a bean in a can.She knew, effortlessly,
Every worn space
The friction and the angle
Of every place
Her feet would land.She sat, mostly,
behind a closed door
At the foot of a bed
At the top of four floors
Turned inward,
With a pen, or a cigarette
In her hand.She grew
Thin. She ran up
And down, trying
To fill the space
She was in.
She sat. She knew.
She cut. -
• #221
I only love you when you're sad
When you're hopeless, when you've had
Enough of life and it's just
Me, and only me you trust.I like it when you're crushed, weak willed
It puts me in control. I filled
With heartfelt words, your broken cup
I hope it didn't cheer you up.i like this very much - you wrote it?
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• #222
Yep. Cheers :)
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• #223
inspired while riding One day,
LifeStyles of the Fixie famous
Why ride Far when you can Ride Brakeless?
Pushing pedals what im tryna say
Make it count like evry single Day -
• #224
I wrote this for a very special lady.
You are the greatest.
Much like Mohammed Ali–
Though he had none of your
Gracious humility;
You would never proudly attest
"I am the greatest!" and beat your chest.
But you and Ali do not differ
In this way alone:
You are not a man,
And you don't weigh seventeen stone.
But then,
Nobody's perfect. -
• #225
Something I was working on shortly before a pretty serious accident, ironically driver at fault. Finished today.
Ode to the Driver
See that bus edging out; is he trying to kill me?
Not using his indicator like he’s wanting to spill my
Guts on the floor, but I just pedal more,
Dodging past parked cars trying not to get doored.
The cab driver screams at me, “get back in the gutter”,
Thinks *he *owns the road, drives like a nutter,
Shouting “I pay for that tarmac!” with increasing aggression
Don’t he know Road Tax was abolished in 1937?
You pay Vehicle Excise Duty on your pollution spewing car,
based upon how much CO2 is emitted, coating my lungs in tar.
So before you take proprietorship, take a notation:
Roads are paid for via local taxation.
So it turns out I pay for that upon on which you drive,
So why is it me thankful every day I've survived?
So every time you see a cyclist taking up “your” supposed lane,
Cycling out in the middle, remember: they have a name,
They have a father, a mother, to which they’re returning,
Their loved ones, at home, worried, concerning,
Wondering if daddy or mummy will get home safe this evening
or if when they waved goodbye this morning ‘twas the last time they’d see them.
So look out for and take care of road users more vulnerable
Remember that user, to someone, is loveable.
^ All filler, no killer.