Autobiography

first love

first stirrings for the opposite sex

Shadows & Ghosts:Unfinished Story( 2 )

SHADOWS & GHOSTS: UNFINISHED STORY ( 2 ) Tribulations,misery Hunger, exhaustion And thirst Near death He thought Was all in the past Free from his depth Pictured himself

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leading me up the garden path
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Le Grand Départ

One, final ritual, before the 'Big Push' - 'Le Grand Départ...' I carefully remove all the posters, photos and cards from my bedroom walls.

Behind the mask, IP

In all my years I’ve never met a single person who didn’t wear a mask. I’m not talking about those joke shop things or make up or anything like that.

Hero

... And now I must write about you.

A Toy

We were given the word 'toy' as a basis of what we were to write. This is what I came up with, no editing at the moment.

Length of a diet

The long ride with the weight on our backs, Struggling up mountains, Winding through snaking tracks, The weight finally broke me, I could go on no more,

Shadows & Ghosts:Unfinished Story ( 1 )

What are aylum seekers' dreams Before & after they leave home? Dream of life that was & will be Life of may be Childhood,family,& friends Early school Thought they were cool

The last battle

I stand alone now, On this field of battle, Mine enemies gather close, Sensing victory. The precious few, Those that stood with me, They have fallen, Their strength departed,

What's real, what's not

Laying there as usual hoping not to sleep, Thinking of your fuck ups as the morning slowly creeps, Listening to you snoring as I stare up at the cup, And then I heard you begin to get up,

Mummies and daddies

Babies and toddlers everywhere.
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A Cautionary Tale

Based on a true story.
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Raindrops on the Window

A short autobiographical piece set in the 1960's. It concerns the relationship between a mother and child, when the father has gone.
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Hive

I remember how you would get angry when you thought I wasn’t listening and demand to know what I was thinking. The truth is: I was watching your words turn

Scabies Mites (the war goes on)

In my apartment, the war goes on: insecticide spray, blood-sucking, scabicide cream, high strategy, sulfur soap, and trench-coat war-fare
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Beautiful Fish

(i) He saw the fish on its iced steel plate. He peered through the window and met a seductive eye. His breath caught short and his eyes smeared red as the fishmonger took it up

I Have Lost Those

I have lost those, who I tell myself, were never really my friends. Whom I feel never truely knew me. whom were decieved by others, or led, by their own preconcieved notions,
Poem of the week

You are everything and nothing like my grandmothers

written for this photo http://www.blipfoto.com/view.php?id=738453&month=9&year=2010
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Bedtime

Ssh now
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Float

Leave the house. Now. Out of the front door, turn left, walk ten paces along the pavement. On your right you will see a red Ford Fiesta, ninety-four plate.

an ode to perserverance

you hang on like hell to the devil-beast's mane, as he lights your artistic fire and carries you through danger zones... but you get off before he meets his hungry mate You work hard

Making wishes

Dear V. Reflecting on advice long remembered: Watch out what you wish for, you might get it. Careful what you ask, you may not want what you get! Most of the time I’ve been fortunate.

Take My Hand

Darkness was within me, Darkness all about me, Darkness was my strength, Darkness was my joy. I was falling and did not know, I was falling and did not care, My soul polluted,

LETTER TO MY YOUNGER SELF ( From Me To Me )

You might not remember me It is me ZHM Handsome Heard people say of me Am not a sycophant But merely stating a fact Physically strong and Young Was a village teacher Two score years ago
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Early Learning

In summer we helped mix swill for penned and snouting pigs the foul stink of fermenting dregs mashed in a zinc bathtub with a shovel, larger than life for two small boys.

Anger Management

When you want to punch someone in the face, And you don't know who that someone is, It's anger that you are going through, A feeling full of piss. Then two situations arise,
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The Bullfinch (I.P)

Not about apples...

no poem today

joys and troubles, pearls and rubble, talk and rock, rats and hawks, rain and pain, sun-rays and rainbows, but no poem today
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Artifice

That day we wandered onto a film set - remember? Under the arch and through the bright sheen of the afternoon flickering off the river, in a moment smothered
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Journey To Hell

I struggled back to the phone box, only to find it occupied by a woman who clearly intended to spend the next two and a half hours talking absolute bollocks !
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The Ancestors Breeze In

What is that windsong you're singing? I can almost hear you through my tears Just as you gust outside my window. Urban wind, but seeming to bring Tales of praries, mountains, valleys.
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The truth

I want to feel the past in my life but there's something

Roses

Red, white and pink roses grow; their thorns prick and cut the weeds away, out of the garden, no matter how they grow.

A tiny spark of wisdom

Do you have a code? I do. What do I mean?

Ode To Cardiff

Cardiff, Caerdydd! Eighteen years have passed Walking down these same streets, knowing this time's the last I can't help feeling sad, yet excited too-
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Beachcomber's Love Song To The Sea

His sea trilby tethered with rope, hair threaded with underwater green. His sea breeches, a silvery shade of brown (fish-skin perhaps) washed by coral-fronds.

The Sinister Art Of Listening In On Other People's Conversations

These mothers measuring their children, ticking off achievements and hindrances, the hard currency of this motherhood business, bartering individual brilliance.

Alone among many

Alone among many An’ thou wouldst turn thine eyes from me; I ask thee, what ill have I done? ‘Thou hast honour’ You charge. Thou wouldst speak against me;

Nurtured

Sprouting grass and leaves, a healthy dew, one piece alone is weak, together they're a field, a farm, a playground, a garden, and adventure; Nature's carpet, nurtured by rich moist soil,

Still (fate)

Fate will take its place

Ageing Auto-mobiles

Old cars lie in the moist untrimmed ground. Each car has a story of it's own, it's home,

Happy Birthday Mom

You are the reason that I exist, The one who made me walk holding my wrist. You are the reason for me being what I am today, Which isn't that bad is what I would say.
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On A Sunday Walk

An eruption of geese came yelling off the pond as if a bomb had dropped. Too soon for migration, more like a gang-fight or playground ruck, low and startled, almost in touching range,
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Only A Little Lonely

It starts there in the quiet; in the quiet and the cold Descending like a shadow, seeping slow into my soul. Resigned and mute, I feel it come, a thief into my home,
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A Meeting

Fumbling fog-blind through the woods I felt a heavy shift, a movement nearby pacing me to its own rythmn. Wrapped in thick grey nothingness a breathing thing waiting now.

an ode to insomnia

bleary-eyed, on coffee, downers, and opioids: I.M.ing with friends across the globe and a likely bride in Thailand, eating gourmet Italian T.V. dinners

The Japanese Restaurant

On my lunchbreak I walked past a Japanese restaurant and saw my friends sat at a table by the window.
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100 Stories for Pakistan

My attempt. Any help or suggestions-grammar, word choice, spelling- gratefully received.

Sushi Bar Haiku Set

the sweet blonde waitress lovely body, sparkly eyes free salty soy beans California rolls I order, with some sweet drink my waitresses' fave the clang of chefs' knives

hallucinations in dreams inside dreams in the University of Delusiana

After coffee with my dad, I feel asleep on my blue air-bed, and commenced a long sleep and dream of endless hallucinations, books shifting into other books, rooms of people shifting

Cold Shoulder

Don’t you just hate the cheery messages: “Can’t talk right now, systems down”. Note to email server- I don’t want to ‘talk’, right now, I don’t want a new friend,
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Fishing

A grey heron the dagger of his beak poised above the shimmer of the inlet, poised to detect the glimmer of scales, enquiring of the murk beneath. This lone moment

Island

The girl who rented my room before me was afraid of spiders. When she came to decorate she found one, in the middle of the back wall. Instead of asking someone to move it for her,

Mother Bird

I want to smooth you in honey and syrup, Pat your pain away with feathered wings, Embed you in a nest of my making, Lined with scraps of velvet and silk.
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A-God

416 words, make sure you understand your decisions before you decide

2 mummies

A confused little boy has a muddled experience

The Boy I Briefly Met

We met a couple months before I “graduated” from the sixth grade.