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There is something
in the quiet space
between the woodchip
and the walls -

I slip my fingernail
under the lip
missed by paste
in the rush to escape.

I sense an edge;
feel the deal of a card
hidden from the day
of one in five, or six,

or seven now -
it all depends
I tell myself -
all balked out

like some speech
vowelled show
for tourists
and the young.

I tell myself
there are no walls
or ceiling fingered
with blood -

paper cut;
democratic.
I tell myself
there is a space

between the woodchip
and the walls -
though she

Four Wings
A snowdrop sizzles in the soft winter A raincloud quivers in the emptiness A torrent rattles between a treetop And a wing glitters in the vast darkness

I'm happy to share if I don't I'd burst. This is unbelievable for me, more than I ever expected. We were talking about an experience in my teens when I got to snog a DJ who I had a soft spot for. Everyone thought he was average but I adored him, and was a groupie! I must confess I have dated a few djs, this one being my favourite by far! I never in my life expected to find so much joy and sharing it brings me greater joy. I wish I could bottle it. Dinner cooked by him, my contribution is de rice n peas and apple crumble. He's bussing tunes, flying around like a bird he's so content.

Consider the map

of your thumb

then walk my eye

along the coastline 

of your forearm.

Your shoulder; sun dressed

down to the shadowed snug

of your neck
where I discover this

treasured kiss of mine.

With you I am the sea

and huddled coves of whispers,
the taut sail and cloudlit night
star chart of your dreams

and the naked skin of time.

Big apologies to all commenters of 2012. In order to fend off a hacker, we had to remove the comments of that year. Rest assured those who read them apreciated them. The system is back up and running now so comment away again! - pete

There's a place in my heart that sometimes feels full by you
In those times there is no doubt how you feel the expansion of my heart is an affirmation of that
And all the things that go right further confirm
That something is right in our atmosphere
How I wish I could live there where no doubts no in Security no cross words only positive thoughts.these are the things that cements our reality
That bring us together and allow us to stay together understanding each other more
Simply put - I love you

A café on every corner,
Basked in the radiance
Of a precious history.
City lights
Ancient vantage points
Envelope me as I stroll past.

Rich dialects
Multitude of sounds
Aromas of a nearby sea
Recharge and invigorate the day.

Apartments filled with laughter
Kids' faces alive with mischief,
They play, barefoot.
The sun their perennial companion.

The ancient citadels inform me
Of a once infamous past,
Where two faiths collided
And the battle to prevail raged.

The market place is ablaze
With love and passion,
Gestures of both
In abundant supply.

Writers in the North West of England were invited to send us food poems for our forthcoming food anthology. Closing date: has now passed.

http://www.cultureword.org.uk/wanted-poems-about-food

-pete

‘Everything in it which is not hideous is incomprehensible,
everything one understands is putrid’
J. Habas

Oblige me if you will, a story
from the church of decadent veil.
Mephistopheles has no standing
in this city, yet he sits, watches.
When beauty is in art, the ivory
and rose leaves are too indulged.

I
On my knees I begin, palms to
heaven, mind to the flowers of death.
‘You were my art, my comprehension,
you have taken me as He took you.’
The profligate blade runs deep through
constancy, the spirit and the saviour.

II