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Someone’s Daughter
By
Ikechukwu Obialo Azuonye
Someone's daughter,
Where's all the laughter?
Someone's sister,
Do you know her mister?
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Poets in Dialogue: Adage Adagio* Parts I & II
by
David Nettleingham and
Christopher Hobday
I
Drowned
idols are the seeds
of a new
beginning,
a barren
plea to the fertile dead,
a way of
understanding
the
movement of rivers.
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Two Poems
By
Mark Ley
Dear Diary
Dear diary,
Do you think it might possibly
Be time, at last,
To stop thinking
And start living?
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Three Poems
By Yolanda Lindsay Mabuto
A Note
The past sings in my present misery and I awaken to a
silhouette of your absence
I keep hearing the echoes of your breathless goodbye.
Words unsaid yet those words tame my intuition-and arise as
my conscience,
Whispers of an embrace that held tight to this heartbreak,
that brought warmth to my every cold desire.
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Four Poems
By DJ McVey
Cuprinol Days
Creosote cuprinol vapours
cling to the barbecued air
hundred lawnmowers sing in unison
a thousand strimmers harmonise
as hoses wash the sound with a
bubbled cacophony of
Summer Sunday afternoon cleanliness.
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Three Poems
By Michael Brooks
Hope Is the Rope You Hang Yourself With
So I amble up Deansgate past
Alfresco dining on rain-stained Manchester paving stones
Get lost in the Northern Quarter same as ever
In music shops peruse Gibsons and Fenders that
I will never ever own.
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