Category: January Accolade Winners
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Awakening Thoughts
By Rebel Jones As I lie awake here in a state of pain and Sweating profusely from an overthinking anxiety ridden brain, a loud thought within begins saying “The greats never die they just become what they love the most as they are soaked into whatever their passions had been.” This internal voice that speaks […]
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We All Eat Lies
By Richard Homer I see you die inside For loves counterpart You should be so Lucky We all eat lies, when our hearts are hungry Untruths are easy to swallow Youths naivety, A soul left hollow Blindly besotted to follow A careless heart Ends in sorrow © All poetic works displayed on this website are […]
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Are Our Words Adequate
By Martin Forster Where are the words they are there beautiful words metaphors of description in every language ancient and modern guttural sounds never yet written down I would like to describe hidden away tribes stars so distant, never yet seen like painting the Mona Lisa with a cave dwellers earliest work of art if […]
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I Am
By Rebel Jones Adore me now, In my darkest hour, Come help connect me to myself, I seem to be incomplete in so many places. A stitched-up mess, A bundle of chaos, Manifested from the mad mind imaginarium Of a MADMAN, This crazed creator, Creating his creations all different yet alike, One part of me […]
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Someone
By Richard Homer I see you when you start that sour chat about someone else, and then someone else calls you out! And says someone else is actually all right, In fact, if you had some insight, You’d see they’re actually tight! But then your “fight or flight” Kicks in, and you start to back […]
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The Quarry 1961
By Martin Forster It started off aged seven , climbing local quarry, thence began this saga, this tale, this story, this was a working quarry with blasts and large machines, but to me aged seven, they seemed like frightful , fiercesome fiends. But after five all the workmen went on home, left us kids a […]
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Monk
By Rebel Jones Scarlet colored skies before the bleeding moon can rise… The celestials and their shimmering stars, Hidden by dark thickened clouds… Like so many lives covered up by greed deciept and lies… The purest and most honest kind have no worldly ties, Next to their beating hearts Streams of bleeding veins No acts […]
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Lost Poet
By Richard Homer Lost poet, who are you? writing poems, ideas that are skewed thinking,,that what we do, in some way, is clever and new, sorry to say, this is just not true look around, there are quite a few everywhere and they’re doing it too and honestly sitting here, in my view doing it […]
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A Mystical Train Journey
By Martin Forster walkers and ramblers sit on banks of Oxenhope station, as a dad and lad walk with gleeful elation, smoke, steam and hisses waft up on to platform deck, there stands guard, wit’ cap and flag, keeping a check. so cameras are out and f2 is already set, as train moves out a […]
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Our Mad Mad Selves
By Rebel Jones As the madness gives insight to a vulnerable mind… The voice of misdirection gives me confirmation that the madness is real… …It is the voice of a lifetime… The voice of deception makes me blind. The sight of reality leaves depression in truth… The eyes of an open mind cause thoughts to […]
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