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Somatose Estates And The Skin Of My Teeth - A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Somatose Estates And The Skin Of My Teeth – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

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It Is That Below,
SomeWhere My Shapelessness Directs InTo Form,
Arriveing At The Fringes Of Bent Light To Where Ten Seconds Break,
Behind Blood Pulsateing InTo Woven Lineage,
As Time Crafts A Fleshless Escape Towards Another Mother’s Tongue,
And It Clings With A Senseless Instinct For A Breath Beyond Taste,
Fraying The Cords That Suspend…
…
And Yet,
It Is That Belonging…
…
Somatose And Sculpted Precedeing A Possessive Nature,
Alive As An Offering InTo A Different Slight Of Forge-Wroughten
Conditions,
Before Bone Crushed And Ground For An Unraveling River,
As A Seed Of Archetype To Where I Was Once Only ALone To Speak,
And It Lingers While An EndLess Obsession For All That Gives And
Takes,
Knotting The Words That Settle…
…
And Yes…
…
…
It Is That.

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Strawberry Moon Eclipsed | Christine Emmert - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Strawberry Moon Eclipsed | Christine Emmert

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The strawberry taste of life
is one to which I am allergic
although the moon came out
large and succulent
that night .
Thunder shook off the pink color
and lightning revealed anemia beneath.
Rain washed over the heavens, dripping off the clouds.
Our anticipation was bathed
in reality of heavenly rage.

Far from Center | JD DeHart - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Far from Center | JD DeHart

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I’m running far from
center in the driving
rain, constantly
moving to the distant
sound of your lovely
voice, the music our
life makes in another
dream landscape.

Roundelay - A Poem by Roy K. Austin - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Roundelay – A Poem by Roy K. Austin

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Identity- an empty shell
yet feel the limpet grip the scaur
and yes, it is a living thing
for at my touch it grips the more.
Are we the theatre of our time,
the characters that come and go
for if we radiate like stars
it is our centre we should know?
And if we be the characters
are we the author here, to say
‘lets take the memory we played
with and let us as actors, play’!
Our preconceptions vary so
and keep us tight unto the tether,
how will we ever know the love
that holds it all together,
how will we ever get parole
or will we ever make the break?
All space and time is irony
to live behind those bars we make?
Come look into the void of space
see what is dancing in your face,
and ask there, is the Milky way
a Roundelay, a Roundelay?

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A Crispy Voice | Ken Allan Dronsfield - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

A Crispy Voice | Ken Allan Dronsfield

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And a North wind briskly blows,
where those red poppies grow
in the dark of an Autumn night
the stars look on in joyful delight
waiting or twinkling here or there
in that cold and icy midnight air
we await that cherished prize
in that sonnet called sunrise
cloistered foggy mists inhale
treasure earthy smells entail
nature’s crispy voices speak
where the red poppies grow.

Stone Wall Love | Felix Lugo - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Stone Wall Love | Felix Lugo

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I don’t think anyone could ever love you as much as me.
The truth is…you’re my weakness…
Many people look up to me.
Some I know and others I will never know…
But I do know I must stay strong for them…
Your words mean so much to me
that it replays in my mind and there’s no period.
I repeat the same sentences that made me fall in love with you.
I think of you often…I lie…I think of you everyday…
The seconds seem to be hours and the days seem to be years
when I am not with you.
The biggest regret I have ever done is leaving you behind…
When my heart told me to stay…
My mind confused it with thoughts of
“where would you live? How would you survive?”
The heart slowly was battling these thoughts
and for some reason I heard my voice say “good-bye”
I know you don’t see me in the same light
that is why I will always remain in the shade.
The lost shadows that are never noticed and ignored.
I don’t know if you know this
but when I get emotional I like to look outside the window and view
“life” people, trees, birds, and the sky
for I know that somewhere in the world someone is doing the same as me.
I have smiled for years and lost my heart along the way.
I covered it with hope…
When internally I was breaking down…
I have traveled great distances
and along the way particles of my heart can be found…
Many wondered…many questioned:
How such a person as myself could not have someone to share this type of love.
I found myself questioning the same reason.
Maybe I was meant not to love but to inspire people to love.
I had a moment to share my feelings with you…
That moment we don’t always get.
People spend a lifetime for such occurrence.
Some never get to experience it.
I was very lucky to have my moment of clarity when I found you.
Your words captivated me and your presence gave me ease.
Do you remember when I first told you that I love you?
It meant the world to me…
I came a long way and even though I didn’t take you with me.
I took the most precious thing from you.
When the world around us was silent…
Just you and I…
I looked at you…you smiled with thoughts wondering…
For the first time I felt serenity.
Internally healed.
Alive again.
I felt you.
I would like to believe in that moment
our hearts were beating at the same time.
We were connected.
Like the feeling of the breath before the kiss and the touch of your embrace.
Erased everything I ever knew.
Within that moment I knew nothing but you…
You were my world…and everything I ever believed in I saw through you…
It was you that brought me here.
I had you…
Even for just a moment.
We had each other.
I left my heart behind but my memories traveled with me.
I cherish those thoughts…
Remember when you wrote my name on the stone wall?
You were being silly but I took a picture of it.
I imagined you writing my name on your heart.

A Safer Feel than Yesterday | Tony Peter Laing - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

A Safer Feel than Yesterday | Tony Peter Laing

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Sounds like something a pervert would say in conversation, perhaps
during a therapy session in a secure psychiatric unit, reminiscing on how in the past it was dangerous to fondle women’s bums on public transport- you might get caught and summarily beaten up by an angry mob, but these days (in this fantastical environment) it may actually be possible to get away with it.
Perhaps nowadays people are so brainwashed by the rightwing media that they wouldn’t notice they were being molested and would think
they’d imagined it.
It would quite literally be a safer feel than yesterday.
Another way of framing it might be that one is less likely to get
mugged in the modern world, or indeed, with the emergence of
ubiquitous surveillance, that the Police are now far less likely to
use unnecessary force during the course of peaceful demonstrations.
I read things online all the time about how the New World Order and
the Rothschilds in the Bilderberg Group Illuminati or whatever have
some hidden agenda, whereby they plan to start World War Three and massively depopulate the planet, and I hanker after more innocent times, when there was less news about such things.
Then, the world seemed safer, so to say, “A Safer Feel Than
Yesterday” is almost the exact opposite of what I actually have
whirling around in my mind.
But, going back to Demonstrations, I’d say there’s quite
definitely a safer feel than yesterday.
These days I am much more confident that things will remain peaceful, and I won’t get arrested and beaten up in the back of a Police van.

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Rattlesnake | Mary Bone - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Rattlesnake | Mary Bone

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As I walked through tall grass,
I heard a rattle and a movement
winding through the grass.
I stood still as the danger
slithered by.
I had been warned.

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