War is an outbreak
It is a pestilence
We don't know the cure,
For her:the world.

I see the news and it makes me
Wretch.

Buds burst forthwith outward
Leaving the private world of
Growth to be anew
The foal steps lightly
First on air then grass

Smoke rushes in hunlike
Ostentatiously in combat
Purity is its own demise
Osmosis and entropy reign

I will send the birds to you
And they will sing
What I cannot say
For whose lips dare proclaim
That they can speak of love
Love is the force behind all
Mere thinking mort I
And cannot speak the divine
Yet a bird is pure and knows
What to sing and when
So watch, for birds, and listen
They will not lie
Like I might, they are sweet
Where I am cold, able
Where I fail and on wing
They flit with the elegance
Of a ballet with no schooling
They have my envy as I plod
On square feet towards
My mortal grave

He danced atop the bubble
Thay glinted on my coffee
He waved me closer
Twirled, and began to shout
In a tiny tinny voice
'follow the rainbow,
To where the ocean meets the sky
You will reap riches
And its the perfect place to die,
For these are unearthly riches
Sewn into the fabric of death
The aftelifes joining stitches
Your last breath will be a sigh,
So run along through the high wood,
Skip and jumo over river rocks
Chase the roosting rooks
Dive into the sea' that he told to me.

A vase sits in a room
A man walks into a bar
Har har

The vase fills with dust
No, it’s must
Har har

The must becomes sludge
A dreary drudge
Har har

Sludge solidifies
And slides out


A vase is made for flowers
Flowers are made for sun
The countryside
Is overrun

I HAVE A *****
THOUGH IT'S QUITE SMALL
IT LIVES IN MY BRAIN
AS DEFINED BY FREUD
WHEN I THINK AT ALL
IT GETS SO *****
NOT A TENT
OR MULTI STOREY CARPARK
CAN KEEP MY SECRET
WOMEN DO NOT HAVE NAMES
WHO PLAYS ONLY GAMES?
iF WISDOM [ETHEREAL] DIED
WHO COULD MEASURE OUR SIGHS
WHEN WOMEN MELT
MEN  PHOSPHOURESCENT
AND AFTERWARD
SAY
WHAT A HIGH TIDE
A MAN UNZIPS
TAKES A ****
THEN SKATES
A MAN URINATES
PLANTS A TREE
CHOPS IT DOWN
A MAN MAKES A DRINK
WOMAN THROWS UP IN THE SINK
TAKE A CARE
DESTROY DESPAIR
WHAT IS NAME
WHAT IS NAME
YES PLEASE
TAKE YOUR NAME
MULTIPLY BY THREE
DIVIDE BY 2.5
HAVE JIVE
DESTROY
CREATE
PROCREATE
RECREATE
CREATE AGAIN
WRONG
RIGHT LEFT
PUT YOUR SOCKS ON YOUR EARS
CAPITALISE ON FEARS
SELL YOUR SCENT
FOR DETERGERENT
WORDS WE CANNOT SPELL
RULE DAY TO DAY
THINGS WE CANNOT SMELL
RUN RUN AWAY
AWAY

With closed eyes I see
Chandeliers swinging free

                A dream

my belongings number three
Plate, spoon and aged setee.

"Who clapped?"
           He scratched the sweat under the wig.
                     "Who clapped?"

The tent rustled in the breeze,
Breeze from what?

"Tell them it's ok"

                     And he left.

[claw machine in operation]

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semicolon acceptance speech;

()==simulated}

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end(0)

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And file.load if Boolean==1
Set int j for 0;5
H();
Null k
Optionpane
K+4:14
Exit
Linebreak(5)
Access.denied
Fprintf(“endo­ffile”)

End(0)

Set int k,l,m
%prnt=39

sent ints **=null(0)
y=a+b
t.2:t.3
cache.pull(float[5])
cache.put(list.file­)
list.file(new)

end(0)

set vars x,y,z

if x>y set yx set z=y
if y=x=z
set y=x=z=0
if y mod 1 =!0
loop
if x mod 1 =!0
play data.stream
request y.source

//498a5f76.4302e3d5d5564

pause(3);

file(vocabulary[resume])
optio­npane(open)
if optionpane(error) {close}

pause(5)

include
#set floats a,b,,c,d=0;

main(
operate.a ^2 - rand(1:9);
hop.4 max(float)
return(0)
)

include
#include
#include

main(
for x=0:9 (
set muse(x)=x;
)
for x=0:9 (
set muse(x)=muse(x)-x;
)
for x=0:9(
destroy.muse
fprintf[muse.val]
)
fprintf[sum( [x] );
)
return()

set vars null
set clock(ms)

t=clock(i)
i=0:1000000

iterate

I twist and squirm under
***** nails,
You will not reach me
In my titanium
I rock back and forth
But do not burst
I am the sought after
I am meaning

A bag of cookies rolled down the hill
A woman thought of dasing
To grab them
But decided against it
Her arms were full
Onthe crest of the hill a young boy burst
Into tears
Of chocolate chip

I must leave room
For a wafot of perfume
For a gentle riot
Forsaking the polite
Saving the world
Petals unfurled
The sky will race
With your human face
To the pits
Of doom.

The dance of the dancers is
Light and free
The skirt go whoosh

One watcher frowns,
He is frowned upon.
And pulled away

Another criea and they
Check first: happy or sad?
"Sad" they take him

Where they go
The narrator knows
To be treated

Treats.

Putting off things we think we cannot do,
Making our lives a waiting room.
Getting to grips with the past,
Having a manual for the present.

Taking advice, from enemies,
No directions exist.

Using our own resources,
Trying to get closer to
Ever closer to
Love

Love is perfection.
It is unattainable;
It drives us, forever,
Towards the end.

A man (why is it always a man)
Stands over me advising me where to go
What to do
Not do

The man is always alone

Crouching beggar upturned cup
Singing children hunger sup
Mongrel bounds on a short chain
We are all caught in the rain

Policeman standing proud
Busking waifs are singing loud
******* lies where it was lain
We are all caught in the rain

Pigeons bobbing strut right by
Seagulls scream with glinting eye
Old man mutters 'not insane'
We are all caught in the rain

Babies hold up their palms
Mothers push them in their prams
Babies google their necks crane
We are all caught in the rain.

yes back in action,
but too much work,
                     as last week I
have worked only few days
                                 and
tomorrow is going to be
                       long day as going to see      
                             my client based in
             Fareham, it is 4hrs one way travel
so overall 8hrs travel and 3 meeting, so really eleven hours work with only 3hrs paid LOL

She wanted to leave but she loved him
He just wanted their life as it was now, to continue
She wanted to experience the world and had never expected
Anyone to tunnel into her heart
She didn’t like it

A feminist would say choose career over men
Choose life over servitude
Love is a prison

And she knew they were right.
Because if she stayed she would resent him
And eventually then leave without him
Unless the unthinkable happened
And he got her pregnant

That would be worse than anything
She would be societally bound to be “happy” then
Its illegal to not want a child once it graduates to a fetus

She had seen it happen before
The late night confessionary posts on social media
“I want everyone to know that being a mother
And a working mother
Is STRESSFUL. My hair is falling out.
But its uh… worth it?”
That was how those posts went.

So she left. And she was too afraid to look back
But hoped that he was following.

Now I beat my brow, and how.
She wrote this on her arm in the poetry workshop.
Poetry? That will never amount to apple crumble- a mumble, from a passer by.
Whose eye twinkled. Answer me. Whose eye twinkled?
It spake of the forlorn and well worn wristbands from picnics with wistful bands.
Coherent thoughts in liquorice all sorts
Amount
In the end
To noughts.
And crosses
on hot buns in the local bakery.
That one's spelt bread, b-r-e-a-d.
A whole army fed,
On the pep of a rally to charms,
Sound the warning alarms.
******* alert.
On the winding country roads,
Squishing toads
***** nilly.

What's that?
Too tired to think?
Two-tyred, so blink
“And you're there in a jiffy”
Said the giraffe,
For the laugh.

There are children there
And also, every which and where,
Boy do they stare
Unaware,
Without the slightest inkling of the remorse
That we learn to impinge in our gaze
An apology for existence,
“Just coincidence”

From me to you
No intercept
Please

Quiet message
Private
Unobstructed meaning
Meaning
Private

A bird cries out from the rooftops
A leaf falls drifting to the ground
A man stumbles on a cobblestone
A woman's throat makes a quiet sound

A dog chases a grey squirrel
The squirrel flees up a trunk
A man reverses into a cul de sac
His boot is full of junk

A postman whistles to himself
An old lady is baking buns
A child decides to be a philosopher
After wondering at the number of Suns

A light beam glances of a window
A boy stumbles temporarily blind
God on his cloud is smiling,
Look at all the joy you can find.

Losing a sense of my own weight
Finding only your weight
And how it is greater than my own

Noticing how the earth
Pulls me
Downwards

You appear in my dreams
My mind is no refuge
There are scars on the walls

Time passes in bursts
Only regulated by thoughts
Of you.

We are flowers
Holding onto the wind
We sway

The earth is turning
Our feet
From under us

Turning our feet into
Grapes

Two ducks quack a lover's fued
Coffee steam is rising well away
From he that burns here in
Ashen lava pools my hand
Falls in and melts away only
To regrow holding a snowdrop
Unscathed by wrath which boils
She turns about and says speaking
Low to threat 'go then' I can
Only offer the flower which melts
In the act. I entreat the flames retreat
The belly of the world spits souls
Into fresh bodies morphet anew
From old, not so but middle-aged
Sacred **** lived beyond the reach
Of time that ticks and claws
All downward were it not for life
Anew time might win.

Looking over garden fences
They see and steal the stones
Fishing in the ponds from benches
They operate alone

Standing at ease,
It never swings, there is no beeeze
I can see his ffootsteps
Overdrawn in the morning light

A is for all, over which I govern,
B is for brighter as is every tomorrow,
C is for children whom I shepherd kindly,
D is for damnation, now ye fear.
E is for everything which I created,
F is for fun which is limited,
G is for goodness which triumphs,
H is for happiness; a quaint idea,
I is for ignorance, I loathe it so,
J is for jolly as are my followers,
K is for knowing of which I have all,
L is for laughter, the sweetest song,
M is for malevolence which I condemn,
N is for no-one who I will not forgive,
O is for omnipotence which I wield sparingly,
P is for poverty, which is a necessity,
Q is for quiet where the angels sing,
R is for religion, all tied together,
Sis for stolen like my purity,
T is for thieving which demons do,
U is for universality,
V is for your voracious appetites,
W is for worldliness supreme,
X is for X-rays, a simple discovery,
Y is for you who I love,
Z is for zero, a notion blessed.

He was struck and the noise
Was a gong
Calling me to my senses
He is gone

He fell for me
I fell over
It was lucky
Four leafed clover

In his mind I used to stroll
He never bothered
To share how he felt
Though he shared much

As the ending
I left him
He was sitting alone
Tear streaked

My own tears
Were slow to fall
In his wake
I lost it all

Once around the long arm passed
Swung low the leaden bauble
Twice around the long arm passed
Hellos at the threshold
Young with old makes for storytelling,
Dragons look down
Imps smile in glee
And plaid checkered cloth
Gathers stains.
Newspaper discarded tes cosy
All around the long arm swept.

The youngsters traipse and arm in arm
Trying not to be too alarmed
The enter pubs they smell of fear
When they awake they reek of beer

They are young and wont to drink
By day they fill a page with ink
Such a pure unrefined joy
It is to be a girl or boy

They cover the streets as they walk home
(In groups, very seldom alone)
With ***** and ***** and chip wraps
They deserve a jacket with straps.

if there were better things to do would there be any poems?

When I came in that night I found
Only rembantsHed strewn around
He'd fled and left me behind
On pretence: "needed to unwind"

I am girl who sits on the bottom step of the stair
At parties
Who no-one knows how I got there
The girl who passes up conversation
The girl who twists her hair around her thumb
Then puts it in her silent mouth

I am the girl who gets passed by
Plain hair and plain eyes
I am the girl who lives for tomorrow
Who sees the stars as they are

The world is a wall
And bricks are tumbling outwards
Putting your hand on the right one
Will save you.

A dark and murky irky
Girl
Skipped down a winding stair

She coiled a bright red ribbon
Through her plaited
Hair

The girl is an angel
She alights at loneliness
She brushes your hand

And whispers
That life is just unfair.

Houses for the priests
Houses for the wives
Houses for the chiefs
Houses can save lives
Yet there are those
Who sit on the streets
Following their nose
Drumming daily beats
Why are they there?
How can they survive?
All the houses are bare
Just let them inside.

I was happy
Yes, I thought I was the messiah
I thought I was a celebrity
I thought 'gee how every one looks at me'
Now I know my thoughts were wro.g
And I have been demoted to
Nothing. No one.

I am more interesting since being locked up,
'it must have been scary'
They ask me
I say yes
But I mean no.

Like diligence
In matters of the heart

Like dignity
In matters of the art

Not spontaneity
In terms of start

Think not of perfection
Imperfection holds a greater universe

Fear not that you will not do
Live for little doings in your slice of time

Search not always for a dream
Always dream and delight in the thought

Beauty, idolised, is always just out of reach
A delicate beauty permeates the seams of this grey world

Even a full life can bring, and hide, unhappiness
If it is brimming meaninglessly

The world may tell us how to live
But our hearts dictate how to love