Poems
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The Anti-travel Travel Poem
By Adam AitkenThe anti-travel travel poem suggests the road
romance & regrets
the endless paperwork we left behind
I dreamed of walking boots that wouldn't lace -
VISITING THE ELDER STATESMAN
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Heiner Müller
Translated by Sam Langer.
VISITING THE ELDER STATESMAN His health -
Scenes
By Pam Brownwhat’s graspable
on the starless night
of the blackout
as the gleaming cars -
I Know How to be in Love
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Mohammad Hossein Abedi
Translated by Laetitia Nanquette and Ali Alizadeh
I know how to be in love, -
Vote No - Ho?
By Lionel FogartyRemember 200 thousand dreams and the minds balance houses.
Earth in focus world words around.
Remember to tree in year 3 thousand dreams,
Member those light in side cells life’s death -
Sort of Sorry
By Lionel FogartySort of sorry tears on drops
Were no eyes?
Sore cries
Walk pass the changed seasons -
Non-Pain In Rain
By Lionel FogartyNo matter who lands?
Earths our same lands
Matter what worlds depend
On cost and prices. -
1967 Encouraged The Right Vote Now?
By Lionel FogartyReferendum who will vote for see –
Citizen to who will write the truth.
Refer what census over prohibition of us,
Who custom attitudes still stands by the old -
Saints Are Homeless
By Lionel FogartyThe poor are not homeless cause they have souls richest.
Fortune are homeless, tunes are homeless,
Homeless be the resistances
Homing babies don’t cry -
Fable
By Adam AitkenThat year they rode low in the water
on a ballast of oaths and convicted emotions
moved on to springtime ports
past the Pig and Sows reef -
Pol Pot in Paris
By Adam AitkenOh happy child, kindly teacher – were you a fake?
Like you I'm taciturn
but when I give an order who's to hear?
Paris, I found it cold but didn't read very much. -
On the Chemin de Fer
By Adam AitkenOn railway land
Chemin de Fer,
avenue of graded lime.
On each side weeds: -
I Smell Buffalo in Cambodia
By Adam Aitkenafter Tomaž Šalamun
I smell buffalo in Cambodia, ruins in Angkor.
I had come from a rich disinfected nation
to one overflowing with frozen steaks -
ode ode
By Michael Farrellwithout gods now or light to speak of
eve
breaking hearts on the beach
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what goes around
By Michael Farrellwhen you boiled it down ronald reagan was like jfk
they both turned up at the laundry
one channel was showing leather weather
we were eating cardboard sandwiches -
breakfasts
By Michael Farrelltwo anchovies; a bowl of milk; fried crumpet
a plum; a gun; chocolate muesli
three carpet buns with jam; tuna pickle; minties
space-ground coffee; eel segments; anzac biscuits -
like kaf-
By Michael Farrellka no-
one can stand the sounds stan-
ding up head out the win-
dow get- -
The Slide
By Jill JonesSometimes they put you in seas
or rivers without telling you.
The river is dark, let’s say
and trees are low over you. -
The Beautiful Anxiety
By Jill JonesThe paths are full of iron and stars.
Who does not welcome all this
black, burning with misplaced rain?
If it’s reported that islands have gone -
Run away with you? Gladly!
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Vera Pavlova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
Run away with you? Gladly!
Share your shelter and journey?
