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Grace
Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
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My name is grace
its not my given name though
it was something totally different
but I like grace cos
I am not in the least graceful

The priest was aghast at my real name
I was named after a saint
and yet I peed on the baptism basin
when he sprinked me with water
I tell you it was cold

now a friend said I sounded elliptical
in my writes
but I don't know what that means
is it edible...
I think not.


rampaged, thrones, crowns

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Fizzle
Ammiture
Lost Thinker
United States
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A rabbit rampaged.
Carrot shrapnel scattered like
coleslaw confetti.

Fat hares sit on thrones
deep in burrows, holding court.
Snakes and foxes plot.

Crowns and cottontails
litter an empty kingdomó
subterranean.

honey, esoteric, melancholy


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Jestalessa
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
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she puts honey in her tea
because she isn't sweet enough for this
time of day, when the earth is tilted
just so
the icy atmosphere ripe
clouds poised
ready to show off that fireball-naked glory
from far
far away

this time is for those fulfilling
recycled resolutions
gyms buzzing for the next week
chocolate sales down by 20%
those esoteric philosophy bastards
pretending they've caught the carrot
or
was the carrot ever really there?
[who gives a flying....]

she runs her free hand through
her pillow-tousled curls
clearing the way for tea approaching faceward
relishing the after-party-season melancholy
melting down her throat

the cat meows from the table
cheering up one side of her smile
nose to nose
"get off the table, cat
but happy new year to you too"


tedious, vested, asymmetrical




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Grace
Idryad
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picking the rice grain from the mat
was tedious to say the least
my mother thought every girls
should learn to do that
or they remain spinsters
I didn't believe that for a minute
my older sister couldn't even pick a banana
off †the tree
but she was pretty..still is

they had vested interest in their daughters
they fetched a high dowry when they get married
sometimes they get bonuses, acres of fertile land
I didn't envy them at all
they had to tend the land afterwards

as for being asymmetrical
that didn't happen often
on any of their properties
but they looked a bit lopsided
after they have ten babies.

Prolonged, dominoes, jumpers


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Jestalessa
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it's Tuesday night in the little port pub
where a yellow wellie doubles darts game is in session
as they are every other Tuesday
like the reliable dominoes matches at tables 3 & 8
between Jock with the Roman nose
& Shug perpetualy sporting white paint on his trousers
plus a couple of other old boys who show up for fun †
but don't lay cash like they do
concentrating hard enough to jazz music on the Sky box
over the bowling team rolling in for a few pints
before heading to town to play "a real game"
in colour-coordinated jumpers, their wives having huffed
about "boys' nights" & "drink", looking forward
to their corresponding prolonged breakfast silences
due, as they are every other Wednesday morning
when the barmaid gets to sleep in


bellows, stymied, entrance

poet Anonymous

deleted cause shit-ness level through roof: really really shit poem
please continue
 




poet Anonymous

The field

it's entrance was guarded
by gate and shards of mud:

a kind of mini mine field
planted by nature
to aid the farmer keep his herd

long whisps of cotton-fog
hovered above rigid grass
and clung to shins of cows

the breath from their bellows
froze on the up
momentarily
like speech bubbles
on a low buget children's animation

the farmer
threw two fists to the sky
having tried to fight
five more hours into the day
and got stymied again
by the moon's indifference  


three, dragon, frequent

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souladareatease
Tyrant of Words
United States
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The Serpents Grasp

It is here I frequent
many times often
slipping in during winter
my incense...
chasing the dragon
wrapped in the coils
of its whipping tail
tales
so many tales
owned by none other
than The Magi
Servers
Worshipers
to the flame
dealing out what life's wrought
with astute knowledge
...gathering followers
I must attest
it is They who help it breathe
my first initiation
was stepping foot
walking through fire
in this hall of three


Bayonet, wiry, tome

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archetype23
Dangerous Mind
United States
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Unbreakable Soldier

Ammunition and an honorable mission
permission to retreat from overpowered position
I was given an order but I'm just not obeying it
I ran out of ammo, but I still have my bayonet
Fiery flame from the mortar shoots fire
while my wiry frame slips through the barbed wire
Write down my name in a tomb or a tome
as I fight for a flag and a freedom still known

sordid- histrionic- nebulous

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Chaoticwayz
Fire of Insight
United States
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Nebulous outbursts, so incoherent
Shock splashed across our faces
Her sordid actions, classless
Naked and nasty, in any and all places
Easily becoming hellishly histrionic
When she couldn't get what she wanted
Searing through silence, psychotic
Helpless, hopeless, homeless
Victim of a broken mind, turned away by coldness
Glass pipe along with a meat pipe, her only happy moments

Mescaline-Deification-Iconoclast


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Grace
Idryad
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she saw the rays of others suns
Mescaline induced in her waking dreams
wanting to touch the clouds
bursting with colours in her mind

was it Deification of self
the feeling that one touch with fingers
the floating golden dusts
or  bottle solid gold in crystal

The Iconoclast begged to differ
he blasted creations and creator
saying he was more god than God
but she knew she touched pureness....

for a while.


Ideological, Magnify, Pertinent

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dejure
vick
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pertinent history and
the present magnify
the truth...

which is...

an ideological politician
of perfection is a
corruption in disguise



breaking , rose ,  violently

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archetype23
Dangerous Mind
United States
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ROSE BREAKING VIOLENTLY

Darkness rose violently
as Rose retreated silently
It was her breaking up with me
Not me setting darkness free
I watched the waters as dark waves rose
violently breaking upon the sea

offshore - extortion - slaughter

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Grace
Idryad
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he was working offshore
earned a lot of money
and leave time
spend all his cash
with a lady

who resorted to extortion
threatened to tell his wife
about their liaison
immortalised in a photo

he thought to slaughter her
but decided to leave instead
went to live in the woods
and lived happily ever after.


rancid, marmalade, flambe

poet Anonymous

chap on the tv
thinks rancid roadkill
is some kind of happy-meal
for a family

maybe it is

but he'd marmalade on toast
for breakfast  
and lamb flambe for lunch
so how would he know
in any way

tepid,  crystal, expound

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