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  • ^ All filler, no killer.

  • Not exactly a vegan poem

  • Notice that I avoided quoting the whole thing even though my post ended up on the new page out of context. I was tempted ...

  • Esteemed poetry lovers - behold this upcoming ride!

    https://www.lfgss.com/thread109587.html

  • 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.

  • https://carolannduffywf.eventbrite.co.uk/

    Carol Ann Duffy is performing at Waltham Forest town hall. Walthamstow REPRESENT.

  • 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 found that a bit right on, and lacking in irony.

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  • 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.

  • try to find an alternative to one of the moulds.

  • 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.

  • William, surely this thread counts as college work so you can post on here? ;)

    ^ Unhelpful of me?

  • 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.

  • I love this. (Though it kind of creeps me out.)

  • 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 tried

    To 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 creatures

    Fail, 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.

  • 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-ily

    I 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.

  • 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

  • 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.

  • 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?

  • Yep. Cheers :)

  • 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

  • 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.

  • 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.

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