Poems
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Standing in the Burnt
By Linda GodfreyIn the burnt-out skeleton of a house, talk of smoke, noise, blown to the ground by wind in the street, screams of horses, the soul imprinted pictures it wished were unseen, black smoke from melting water tanks, mouths gasping for air, water sucked from eyes, bad with the good, two-dimensional turned over and over in the hand, fast enough and see t… -
loneliness
By Lotovale Junior Nanaiyou don't have to go through this alone,
your free to discuss anything with shine,
but the dark makes you blind,
but catastrophic measures, -
Descent
By Caitlin KozmanA peep of psychiatrists administer a shadow casting out a swarm of depression
- seeing but not hearing, calm exteriors but not free.
A swarm of fear clouts out judgement from a mob mentality,
steering minions into the sea. -
the stairway to heaven
By Lotovale Junior Nanaithe mind..
the body..
the culture..
the resistance.. -
Ghost Song
By Jonathan DunkThought is a cancer of time: the heavens die in their
orbits, bored of revelation, but our stubborn bricks
cling to the dead utopias of pornographic day. Take
this bread of quilted mornings and nail it to the ironic -
Comic Sans
By Holly IsemongerWritten by Holly Isemonger and Chris Fleming
This is your form
If you make a mistake, don't -
depression
By Lotovale Junior Nanaithe voice of the demon inside your noggin,
is the reminder of what pressure builds up by physicality,
and the mind twitches through paranoia,
and to be voice of consistency, -
Septic tank universe
By Misha the maniacI live in a rectangle and it is the purity of the world in which I live. The
sea surrounds the sun-silver walls which slithers radioactive junkie
degenerates. Sklaaaaaatch, skraaaaaaaawww, shhhhhhhhhhlaaap of
the tearing and pouring of blood, flesh and lime cascading from -
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Crier
By Mohammad AwadWhen I cry,
You can only hear the faintest exhale.
This choked, repressed expression -
my toy soldiers
By Lotovale Junior Nanaithe mind that's vindictive of pain pressure and violence..
is the quality of success of pages..
so to be of manual of a forced clutch..
sophistication and insult is reckoned through out charge.. -
Thread Bare or Bare Threads
By Dianne RidgewayA fashion style to reflect my identity
Or just a modern necessity
Do the garments that I wear -
A Gata Miando (A) Sanidade/Sensibilidade list poem
By Mark WheatstoneGC cat speaks the most sense around here .... and she’s a cat and she’s dead now!
A resident told me that cane mulch was too hard to move - I put it on too think.
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The Queue
By Rebecca RushbrookI am standing in line
to petition for somewhere to live.
Thirty six of us, socially distanced,
uneasy as we meet each other’s eyes. -
Role Models
By Kobie DeeSomebody tell us bout the way we living,
some brothers dead and some are sent to prison,
when I was young you couldn’t tell us different,
but then again you weren’t in our position, -
Permission to forget
By Lillian Rodrigues-PangYou have permission to forget
You do not need to hold on
You do not need to know
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from the book of puns and other altered sentences
By Tim Heffernan(sutherland hospital, april 2020)
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the blue chair is algorithmic and we who are not apostrophes -
The Z–A of Crazy
By Alise BlayneyZonk the over-zealous zeal of your zany zoomorphic zoom
You’re yanked in Yonkers, YES!
You get the yolk for yakking down a Fat Yak while -
From bed to the cat bowl
By Bridget DoughertyThrough my bedroom window
the dawn sings, tones of grey,
with sweet notes of dusty pink
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love
By Lotovale Junior Nanaicreativity of plus measures,
are it's coincidence of pasture,
but to resist temptation,
is to que up for Centrelink,
