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Clair180
By Nicholas Boldock
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Almost like a virtual death
The passing of one faceless username
A collection of letters and numbers
Playing games on a flat screen universe
As if existing only in the imagination.
Notified by email, appropriately almost
We are told our friend has passed away
I am shocked although I hardly knew her
We played each other a few times though
And I am sure she was too young to die.
I join online for a minute's silence
I am moved to tears by the solidarity of strangers
Who have gathered to pay respects
To someone whose voice they never heard
And now sadly never will.
© Nicholas Boldock, 14 July 2004
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Poetry - Or So I Would Imagine by C.Hutchcroft
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Or so I would imagine:
The limitless toils of a brace
Of degenerate angels steeped in ecstasy
Coated thick with nascence and bid farewell together
In the deserts
Charting sand grains
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Poetry - The Day I died By Benjamin Bourne
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I rolled my eyes
Said my goodbyes
Left her standing on the corner
She shouted, wait
I never turned
I wish I had.
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Poetry - A Message For .. and The Break Up By Nigel Holmes
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Like a magnet, I was, when I first saw you.
Like a cactus in the desert, you stood out.
I did not know you, but, I was intrigued.
Would I get to know you?
Would you want to know me?
Your fantastic hair, your pretty face,
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Poetry - Men weep more as they grow old, and women less - newspaper headline. By Maurice Fairfield
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Skimming through the daily press
Tales of spite and greed oppress
Evils great and evils small,
A headline caught my idle eye
A statement by some talking head
Researched and tested, and he said
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Poetry - Balm Aid, Discarded Clothes and The Deepest Scars By MD Tasker
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The deepest scars see no light
They live, born from gashes
Coalescing to closed eyes
Stitch marks like lashes
Curving to small smiles
Or gnarled and wailing
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Poetry - Lovedrug and Inter-Planetary Cosmic Rider and The Black Hole By Katherine Horrex Age 16
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When love dies
the feeling is comparable
to the suffering
of the bitter sour comedown from
the most euphoric of highs:
With love's crushing demise
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Poetry - Ode to the Mole By Terry Bugbearer
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I have a love I dare not tell
For a small burrowing animal
It's not a weasel, stoat or vole
but the small, industrious mole.
He makes hills out of my lawn
to his earthy mounds I am always drawn.
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Poetry - Wanted You To Know By Rhonnie Besonday
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Mommy, I had to talk to you,
And tell you some things.
I wanted to say I love you,
And I have always understood.
I know why you did what you did,
And how much it has hurt you since.
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Poetry - I'm Sorry Once Again. By Amy, 16
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I'm sorry if I ever made you unhappy
I'm sorry that I ever made you cry.
I did it all unintentionally.
I didn't mean to lie.
I'm sorry if you ever thought I wasn't there for you
I'm sorry that it took me this long to see
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Poetry - The Reading Will Start Shortly By Patrick Henry
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Catching planes briskly as a smart executive
Crossing the globe to arms talks or trade tariffs,
I land at many ports to collect ripe pub stories,
Or to read poems in suspicious small back rooms.
Who are these figures in the gloom who cough or clap?
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Poetry - Voice at the Edge By Patrick Henry
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News reports twenty-four tongues die out each year.
Every fifteen days one might say goodbye
In its own words, never spoken beyond
Scant enclaves; pronounced on its dying day
By a handful of landless outcasts
In wild tracts of Asia hard to find
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Poetry - Bernard Cribbins - a Disturbing Psychological Study By Kingrat
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Bernard Cribbins collected ribbons
He stored them on a glass bottomed boat
Bernard Cribbins collected ribbons
They were eaten by a man-eating stoat
Now some of you may find this rather amusing, but some of these ribbons had been cribbinses family
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Poetry - The Lost Generation By Darren Sant
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A boy steals a car for a thrill
An hour later he pops a pill
The Internet generation is cyber fucked
Life ended with a shotgun loaded and locked
McDonalds casually slung from cars
Beagle goes missing on Mars
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