To Bristol Town!

Busy, busy, busy bus:
can you handle all of us?
Filling upstairs; filling down…
Can you take us all to town?

P’rhaps we won’t stop anymore,
now there’s no space – seat or floor.
‘Less someone wants to alight…
through crowds they’ll have to slip or fight!

Now we’re trav’ling pretty fast!
Not far left this journey hast.
Traffic, traffic: sud’nly gone!
To bottleneck elsewhere you’re borne.

Busy, busy, busy bus:
can you handle all of us?
Filled’s the upstairs; filled’s the down…
Now, take us on to Bristol town! 

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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You

You loved me.. You hurt me.. you chose me..and then you didn’t.

Hi! Cadlynne Dovel here, hopeless romantics. Withering relationship, mother of one and animal lover beyond what words can express.

Blog: https://n0tyetforgotten.wordpress.com/

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Festival

The wise men followed a star
We’ll follow the drum
And the smoke of the bonfire
For unto us, born is a son

Here comes the night,
Colored hands and bright faces
To the rhythm we sway
Dazzled in the moonlight
Exquisite is the evening

Clouds are lifting
Old demons are fleeing
The earth is trembling
As the ancestors rise up in celebration
The old men are stifling an ear-to-ear grin
While women grind corn under stone pallets

So let’s dance and sing;
Sing to the tune of the night
Dance to the rhythm of the breeze
Let’s feast and merry
For unto us a king is born
We will dance to the love
And celebrate in its beauty

I’m Jamin Clement. A Kenyan Poet and Creative fictional writer. I love writing as much as I love reading. Follow me on my blog @ j4min.wordpress.com

Facebook @ Jamin Clement.

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Beautiful Adventure

From here I wish a quick departure
to visit a people alive with culture

I want to venture to a foreign land
be free to escape the daily demand

A bucket list item for many a year
want to scratch an itch so severe

Blue skies and white beaches beckon me
where lovers and bronze bodies are free

A history rich with art, poetry, and technology
where sophistication spawned prodigy

A magical destination calls my name
oh, Greece, you’re my aim

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Adagio… Hanging There, Unwav’ring

Slow… such
energy,
rolling in…
Expanse of an-
nounced
art-intent
descends to guide th’-
ethereal.

Feel…
O’er th’aural landscape
rest the guiding waves.

Whither
is the purest
note, held as
dancer’s poise?
Sing.  

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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Woman on Fire

So many shows – I hear the audience applaud
Magic mirror, tell me what to do!
You can never satisfy it.
It only shows you the reflection
The image is reversed
Why have I stayed so long?
I thought I was healing – so self-righteous!
I thought I was a savior,
But all I did was wound
My heaven was my purgatory –
decked with deception and half-truths
And yet this set-up was Divine.
And now the jailor has a predicament
For my purpose is made clear to me,
and I am a woman on fire.

Poetry Copyright © 2018 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven   All rights reserved.  (This work has been reprinted with permission of the author.)

Bio: Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) is an aspiring writer and poet whose work includes elements of mystery, suspense, and fantasy. She’s also a guest writer at Spiritually Awkward Magazine  . She is currently in search of publishers and fellow writers who share her vision.

Author Site: https://whiteravennet.wordpress.com/

Personal blog: https://superlativedeviation.home.blog/

Instagram: www.instagram.com/ena_whiteraven/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ena.whiteraven

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How Do You Know It’s Love

You know it’s love
When it hurts,
When simple things drive you nuts
Because you care too much.

You know it’s love
When it pinches in places
You didn’t even know existed
Deep within your heart.

You know it’s love
That’s here to stay
When no matter how far they go,
You search for them in every face.

You know it’s love
And not a fleeting fantasy
When after anyone and everyone,
It’s only they that you need.

You know it’s love
When you rise above your ego,
Like you never dreamt of,
Just to make the other happy.

You know it’s love
When it’s time.
Sooner or later,
You know.

Blog: https://miawinhertt.wordpress.com

It took me years to come to terms with who I really always was. Who am I? I am a struggling author. Now I want the whole world to know it too. Looking forward to good vibes on this journey  of mine from my fellow bloggers!

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