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WAILING AND SHRIEKING by Sonya Young Long thin limbs…like twigs…emaciated and scrawny Jutting out arrogantly….from a gangly frame She enjoys the drama of thriving on self-destruct Victim mentality rules her life…blame, blame, blame Reliving old hurts over and over, adding new ones to the pile Bending the poor ears of all those willing to listen to…. the wailing and the shrieking…the self-pity…the woe is me! Copious glasses of cheap, sour wine suck the youth right out of her face and the calcium from her bones Cigarettes etch deep furrows on her blotchy skin Men are strangely mesmerised by the fragile brokeness of her…the endless theatrics and they forgive the harsh, abrasive laugh that leaps from the depths of her throat from time to time…bitter…ironic! Swallowing pain killers like lollies…barely ever partaking in a morsel of food….happy to starve her body and soul A stuck record bemoaning her fate over and over Ref...

there’s time tho to stop; retract the word, your step, back to where/before you even thought of it. no sweat – the hand- gun is/ - and, gone.  a fact for a long   long/. historians   know but not why, by what way you come, some chance! determines. or wanting discipline. the mind fidgets like a hand, as a spasm in sleep keeps us in/, the dark dark http://bit.ly/2DKPsg7 Poetry posted here was originally posted on New Zealand Poetry

 1. to know him is to love him   what goes on but bone, flesh, tight curls; the stories I would tell. Go   on: score your nail down. i fear tho i might burst or fold like there’s no   stuff to hold me.   2 stuff                                                                                                                 1 March 2018   there’s now, & now; the rest is shadow-play, a dream -   one ...

She is anchored to this endless plain; her hair trailing, the dress a filling sail. The hills are a half smile reaching to a purple haze; the river peels the bank. She stood for a moment then reached for the earth. It blew from her fingers and she spun and raised her arms and her voice became the river and the wind http://bit.ly/2FRVlxO Poetry posted here was originally posted on New Zealand Poetry

DAMNED by Sonya Young He was a religion that no one followed A church with cold, empty pews He nailed himself to a crucifix Then waited sadly for good news He watched mankind marry the devil With no divorce papers to be found All these damned non-believers The emptiness to which they were bound The angels were bruised from falling Their wings were plucked and spare Feathers all blackened by brimstone Everyone gasping for fresh air He witnessed spontaneous stigmata People bleeding hope through little holes No help for the lost and lonely ones And no redemption for their souls Skeletons surrounded a makeshift altar Casting judgement with bony eyes The atmosphere was thick with hypocrisy So much hate, falsehoods…and lies His bible held no decipherable verses No respect for the long haired man No body of Christ, no compassion Bloated egos grabbing whatever they can The weary nuns all had bad habits And hearts that were devoid of love Anointed with a whole lot of nothingness Guidance s...

This is a forum for discussion about your books, http://bit.ly/2Dw52fr Poetry posted here was originally posted on New Zealand Poetry

This months selection is an aged post from Dean English but still, this poem is a great intimacy theme that Dean delivers often. Dean is a top posting poet on this site I am grateful he shares his work here for us all to enjoy. Some of his poetry is very tongue in check even a little naughty but that"s done I believe to inspire the reader"s interests. Poem post below Clearing The Wardrobe 1 http://bit.ly/2ItUL7e

POW! a man like me but much younger, out- gunned, commandeered.   I’d cut you down from the suffering which humbles the spirit.   You never recover. In London, wait; take orders, bow & later, alone with yourself, feel like a tool, & struck down at 50. You gave your wife   6 children & 1 more to your girlfriend: 7 is my number.   It broke you. http://bit.ly/2DsD6Jo

BEAUTIFUL EMPTY SHELL by Sonya Young Sleeping in a bed of futility Restrained by society"s rules The moon is surly and bitter Her heart stained with fury A goddess of everything shallow Seduced by invisible forces Her reality now tissue thin A plague upon her mind A portrait ....a masterpiece Canvas torn and the paint screams A smile ripped right in half Framing life"s grotesque illusions The casting couch made of concrete She with her red gypsy heart Spread her legs and sold her soul Grazed hips and dampened dreams Self esteem now found in a bottle Confidence a hand full of white pills Life is read from a screenplay Fame leaves a beautiful empty shell http://bit.ly/2DqsgUg

I used to have a drinking problem: I always ran out before I’d had enough. And I brought too much, and drank beyond the usefulness of alcohol—people getting drunk happily releasing as they go. I used to have a problem with unanimous. No day belonged to when I wasn’t really sure the Sun was not a Router— in a world built for fiction; I started off determined that this wasn’t Evolution but Addiction— people growing out of each other copious in starlit, through disaster, and audit, and economies borrowing and borrowing, for warmth, for wart removal, the environment, the burrows and bunkers and stations, colliders, soldiers, stalwart psychoanalytical conclusions made by leafy large windows about Pensions. I used to stand in lightning with a rod, a storm Chaser, a hail gazer in safety goggles, icy tic tacs loud in the mouth; I used to get my teeth bloody hot with the research of the habitats Conspiracy rabbits grew on people, ears and eyes tickled in radio...

A BLOODY INTERVIEW by Sonya J Young You were an elegantly dressed and well spoken monster in your top hat and white gloves All around you, candelabra on every surface.... with hot wax dripping lazily like slow, greasy tears sliding down a powder-pale face... You looked out through gauzy curtains which hung from a four poster bed you relished your dark gifts and admired the ostrich plumes that decorated your coffin, your other place of rest.... Outside, relentless steamy rain and endless pain and cravings that couldn"t be satisfied by pathetic mortals, no matter how hard you tried.... Inside, an inferno of destruction and heavily fringed curtains ablaze Oil paintings melting like crayons as another unsuccessful attempt to burn the souls of the damned.... Frenzied piano playing until the keys began to splinter Corpses hidden amongst the dolls began to reek, began to leak in the New Orleans heat... The yearning for the scarlett life-force of humans and animals, tormented your mind an...

WATCHING by Sonya Young I"ve been watching you people With your random acts of evil Fighting pointless battles With your glass swords... I watched the earth give birth But Mothers" milk was rancid So you drank from the sea... The clouds and I have witnessed Your precious pain As rigour Mortis hardened Your decaying hearts... I watched closely As you crushed the skulls Of your enemies to dust And snorted lines like cocaine Now we have dry rain Waterfalls of fire And the sun is going to sleep. All those hours with gilded edges And you used them to spread The ugliest beauty And forgot all about love and truth I watched you become hellish creatures Lying in fields of beating hearts So now you swim in your worst fears With your feelings on life support And I will keep watching Your foolish rampages .... through my Bevelled eyes. I will reach out to hold hands with God....As I cry for my exquisite children ...trying to survive In the harsh, bloated world that you left behind. http:...

WOODEN SHUTTERS by Sonya J Young You curl up in the nest that you built from human hair, veins and tiny bones Guarded by angels with concrete wings too heavily burdened to even think of helping you A black chandelier swings above your weary head casting shadows on your already darkened dreams You close the wooden shutters on their rusty hinges and watch flakes of old paint flutter to the ground A hessian dress-makers dummy observes you from it"s murky corner it seems to have more life than you ever had Your heart is as black as liquorice but no where near as sweet A strange vapour sneaks in through the smashed window panes deep into your lungs and you take your very last breath on this sorry earth http://bit.ly/2tTbihZ

And the white lines shining in the wet night-varnish now setting at dawn. I"d slept good, for where it was, the Karori Sports Club porch light on all night, and the beautiful restraint of the Alsatian police dog and his fit pacific handler waking me, bristled snout right up at my covered head, silent, sniffing, disinterested even, leaving me to it, and it rained on all night, and now the sky is bluing, and I"m walking to an indoor pool where I"ll swim an empty lane for 40 minutes, perform crisp flip-turns each lap, the water parting un-parted at the spring off the wall, the light of the rising sun I hope will find some water near me so that I"ll swim through the different brightnesses. http://bit.ly/2DempBs

In response to Marks question this morning I have added the response here, I will be making more informed forum posts in the coming weeks as to what has been going on behind the scenes good on Mark for asking I am more than happy to share Hi Mark, The instances of pingbacks you see in the comments is where I have set up posts here to be auto posted to another website/blog/social-media/bookmark-index. If you look at some of PERALDIVERs previous posts you’ll see pingbacks where the poetry he has shared here he has also shared on other poetry websites. Some of the dailyblog poems I put forward also made pingbacks to the original post here. The reasons for doing this is by sharing to other networks its important to allow the posts to link back to us here. The hope going forward is to build an index that originates from here and when shared it is then having it point or link back to us. This is important in the terms of Search Engine Optimization or “link juice”, going forw...

In response to Marks question this morning I have added the response here, I will be making more informed forum posts in the coming weeks as to what has been going on behind the scenes good on Mark for asking I am more than happy to share Hi Mark, The instances of pingbacks you see in the comments is where I have set up posts here to be auto posted to another website/blog/social-media/bookmark-index. If you look at some of PERALDIVERs previous posts you’ll see pingbacks where the poetry he has shared here he has also shared on other poetry websites. Some of the dailyblog poems I put forward also made pingbacks to the original post here. The reasons for doing this is by sharing to other networks its important to allow the posts to link back to us here. The hope going forward is to build an index that originates from here and when shared it is then having it point or link back to us. This is important in the terms of Search Engine Optimization or “link juice”, going forw...

In response to Marks question this morning I have added the response here, I will be making more informed forum posts in the coming weeks as to what has been going on behind the scenes good on Mark for asking I am more than happy to share Hi Mark, The instances of pingbacks you see in the comments is where I have set up posts here to be auto posted to another website/blog/social-media/bookmark-index. If you look at some of PERALDIVERs previous posts you’ll see pingbacks where the poetry he has shared here he has also shared on other poetry websites. Some of the dailyblog poems I put forward also made pingbacks to the original post here. The reasons for doing this is by sharing to other networks its important to allow the posts to link back to us here. The hope going forward is to build an index that originates from here and when shared it is then having it point or link back to us. This is important in the terms of Search Engine Optimization or “link juice”, going forw...

In response to Marks question this morning I have added the response here, I will be making more informed forum posts in the coming weeks as to what has been going on behind the scenes good on Mark for asking I am more than happy to share Hi Mark, The instances of pingbacks you see in the comments is where I have set up posts here to be auto posted to another website/blog/social-media/bookmark-index. If you look at some of PERALDIVERs previous posts you’ll see pingbacks where the poetry he has shared here he has also shared on other poetry websites. Some of the dailyblog poems I put forward also made pingbacks to the original post here. The reasons for doing this is by sharing to other networks its important to allow the posts to link back to us here. The hope going forward is to build an index that originates from here and when shared it is then having it point or link back to us. This is important in the terms of Search Engine Optimization or “link juice”, going forw...

In response to Marks question this morning I have added the response here, I will be making more informed forum posts in the coming weeks as to what has been going on behind the scenes good on Mark for asking I am more than happy to share Hi Mark, The instances of pingbacks you see in the comments is where I have set up posts here to be auto posted to another website/blog/social-media/bookmark-index. If you look at some of PERALDIVERs previous posts you’ll see pingbacks where the poetry he has shared here he has also shared on other poetry websites. Some of the dailyblog poems I put forward also made pingbacks to the original post here. The reasons for doing this is by sharing to other networks its important to allow the posts to link back to us here. The hope going forward is to build an index that originates from here and when shared it is then having it point or link back to us. This is important in the terms of Search Engine Optimization or “link juice”, going forw...

In response to Marks question this morning I have added the response here, I will be making more informed forum posts in the coming weeks as to what has been going on behind the scenes good on Mark for asking I am more than happy to share Hi Mark, The instances of pingbacks you see in the comments is where I have set up posts here to be auto posted to another website/blog/social-media/bookmark-index. If you look at some of PERALDIVERs previous posts you’ll see pingbacks where the poetry he has shared here he has also shared on other poetry websites. Some of the dailyblog poems I put forward also made pingbacks to the original post here. The reasons for doing this is by sharing to other networks its important to allow the posts to link back to us here. The hope going forward is to build an index that originates from here and when shared it is then having it point or link back to us. This is important in the terms of Search Engine Optimization or “link juice”, going forw...

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1             Cohen   when Leonard Cohen died i tried to write about it & couldn’t,   couldn’t feel it.     II trump’s elected the next day, so there’s poetry in his leaving.   2 a fly landed on the shadow of his hand on the page. i thought it was a sign but nothing came of it, technically because this is no poem, to pin him down to, remember him for. it’s trash to say   we’re done for & nothing cares. the hum stopped ages ago but i was truly listening, thinking: the night to me is so lovely & there’s nothing i can say to prove it. http://bit.ly/2IbfLQ3

1 Come the cold, darkening afternoon, the Earth tilting the drinker toward his retirement, the folding travel armchair in the sunny yellow corner by the elongated arms of knitted winter shadow, taken backward and put into the box, the lid screwed back on the little Malt left. 2 You’re old enough to remember when licensed premises opened at eleven, and Punters, for reasons: terrain, inclemency, to louden the hush of Infinity, waited the opening of doors to quieten the heart in its hoody, pacing the roped, square ring, in the appalling, impossible trinity: Love, Fear, and Mystery; waited like fighters no one will take on: the younger among us remember the animal, Tyson, exploding from his career. A story about his pigeons; a panting blackness of tyger. 3 Bars at eleven was Ali, nothing clay about him, TV off at the PM, goodnight, basket cases, Kiwi, Cat, the ladder of Fact, far call left in the bottle. 4 Sleep now loads in a petrie dish, G, Hz, & .i, as a pod our Kind communicat...

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The nation’s loneliest building is anchored deep, steel legs wrapped in wire, and this looped on trusses. Here, the wind has no quarter; it roams and howls, tugging at the grey iron, bowing the walls. There is one inhabitant - a Land-Rover parked on dust. It is canvas and steel and wear plopped on thin gnarled tyres; it is something you must touch; you feel the frost and the wind and the river dust; it is in the handles and under the rim. There are foot marks – a lost traveller or an intruder come west, where the river is glacial grey, wanders and surges and, everywhere the light hints that summer has left, that here, autumn’s breath is near http://bit.ly/2FhTLBf

Mermaids like glitter called into the night, They swam in lemonade crystal currents, Navigating the ice chunks of iodine, Burnt haze danced around him, The Smokey shimmer his engulfed dinner coat, Dusk now sets it bares, Peach-puff was not an alley cat he knew, But he held on to his cats eyes, He was despised by unfed men, He enjoyed the unveiling Champagne sparkle the wine garden radiant, The cat remained obscured Watching unseen to himself, September 2017 http://bit.ly/2HVNflo

At the far gable end two small windows, which were barred on the outside, flanked a small narrow room, which was portioned off from the rest of the room. It was used as a dressing room for amateur dramatics. http://bit.ly/2FFVhOy

Mermaids like glitter called into the night, They swam in lemonade crystal currents, Navigating the ice chunks of iodine, Burnt haze danced around him, The Smokey shimmer his engulfed dinner coat, Dusk now sets it bares, Peach-puff was not an alley cat he knew, But he held on to his cats eyes, He was despised by unfed men, He enjoyed the unveiling Champagne sparkle the wine garden radiant, The cat remained obscured Watching unseen to himself, http://bit.ly/2HVNflo

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