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 Jan 2023 Andrew
Nick Moore
We
were
strangers
for far to long,

We
had ears
for the same song,

We
weren't sure
what was right,
but we knew what was wrong,

Good to know a place
to belong.
 Jan 2023 Andrew
Nick Moore
Mind is whirling
Just won't stop
What's taken a whip to this top?

Thoughts splatter to the sides,
Some good,
Some try to hide.

Something's coming
But when will it arrive?

Are we the dead
or are we alive?
 Jan 2023 Andrew
Sarah Spencer
You are beautiful
even when you don't feel it,
every time you smile,

So hold your chin high,
you deserve each breath you take,
you deserve the world.
 Jan 2023 Andrew
Sarah Spencer
I miss you sometimes
even after what you did.
I wish I didn't.
Such a short haiku I almost didn't even post it
 Jan 2023 Andrew
aslı
that’s life
 Jan 2023 Andrew
aslı
Life makes you dream.
Life smashes them.
The constant cycle of the mortal.
That's life.

Yet

The sooner you see the thorn in heaven,
the sooner you see the bud of the rose in hell,
and you will be free.

Now, that's life.
 Jan 2023 Andrew
Sheila Haskins
I don’t think you know me
I think I know you
I don’t think you owe me
You think that you do
I try to get inside your head
I can’t remember
Can’t remember
All the things I did and said
I don’t think you want me
I think I want you
I don’t think you’ll love me
Why should you love me too?
All this thinking makes me weary
My eyes are heavy as my heart
I don’t think you’ll hear me
When I say we must never
Never never  ever part
 Jan 2023 Andrew
Sheila Haskins
No sir, no not me
Come no closer, can’t you see?
I’m freezing as the springtime frost
So won’t you let me be?
Wind tossed as the blossom
Bleeding from the tree
I am but a child; I’m lost
I am wild, not dutiful
Scarred inside; not beautiful
My demon lover  left me
Underneath the cherry tree
No sir, no not me

No sir, no not me
Come no closer, can’t you see?
I am not a fresh faced maid
No sir, we can’t be
Plucking cherries in the glade
Walking in the evening shade
I’m buried in the foetid earth
Awaiting spring, denied rebirth
In the soft sun, in the rain
I shall never rise again
No-one can ever set me free
No sir, no not me
 Jan 2023 Andrew
Sheila Haskins
Don’t tell me that we can’t
Don’t tell me that we shouldn’t
Don’t tell me we won’t fly
I won’t deceive you, I will try
Don’t tell me that we couldn’t
Let me be anything I choose
If you put me down
Soon I won’t be around
Once the cord is broken
The words you have spoken
Means we both will lose
Please don’t let us go
I want to let you know
You’re my man
Don’t say we can’t
We shouldn’t or we shan’t
Say we can
 Jan 2023 Andrew
Sheila Haskins
In the morning mist
Shrouded from the light
A world is left behind
Approaching day
Departing night
Warm womb cradling deep
The shadow land between
Wakening and sleep
Nothing speaks of today
Or vanquished yesterday
No body and no mind
No-one to worry for
No-one to hurry for
Nothing to say
I’m sane
Or not sane
Worthy or not
I am awakening
I almost forgot
Day taking its revenge
Rehearsing for the play
Reluctant actor cast
Parts for the future
Roles from the past
Pleasure mixed with pain
The morning mist remains
A warm womb cradling deep
Before the final sleep
Until the bitter end
My comforter and friend
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