Poems
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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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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, -
The Monster
By Jess PetersWhen I was born, I lived with a monster,
But when I turned one, I only lived with my mother,
When I was two, he would kidnap me,
In the late hours of the night, around quarter to three, -
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, -
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. -
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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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… -
dog's barking
By Lotovale Junior Nanaithe crush..
of it's K9s ..
ass a result..
my comfort be of sanction of paranoia.. -
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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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 -
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 -
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.. -
BETTER OUT THAN IN
By Christine AnuI feel gagged sometimes censored of the words I wish to speak
So I close my eyes and in the darkness I’m on a mountain peak
From way up high the words I cry of my true misery
My one safe place is where I know I am sheltered, I am free -
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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 -
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 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
