Best Goalposts Poems

"I Would Be....WOOD"


   "Knock On Me!" or more correct "Knock On WOOD!" You've probably said that and rapped your knuckles against me while...

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The icy snow sparkles in the midday sun
as we glide down on cardboard toboggans.
Scarves wrapped thrice around our necks,
overcoats buttoned to the top.
We feel no...

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goalkeeper

The goalkeeper stands tall between goal posts that
some times seem far away, but he is the hero
the man they have to get past to score.
I...

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The Ever Shifting Pattern of Life by
Terence David Cooper. June is wife's
name and they are Basildon,  Essex, 
England.

As children we learn lessons clear
Broadly defined...

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I grew up in Bath in the nineteen nineties
wearing short shorts over tighty whities,
while Bath were champions of English Rugby,
a beautiful city farfetched from ugly.

We...

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scream of awareness

like factor fifty lotion
a screen of cognizance 
shields emotions in
rational thoughts

perceptions
illusions
mere grasps of appreciation
slice through an underworld
of dreams wishes misunderstanding

the past reeks through
misrepresents...

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They can't have the Ashes trophy so they have a cup,
it's becoming irritating as they're trying to catch up,
there's nothing you can say, all out...

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A completely non religious write, I think!

The universe is nothing yet everything, inward then outwardly led
has tried every configuration possible, peanuts to stellar nursery beds
Mixing...

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There I was walking down memory lane
taking a trip back to old Kilmarnock town
stepping back to routes of the past
where I was brought up makes...

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This is my Achilles heel
The damage bound as best I could
This is where the crack splits
The rip fits
The embers flame
The rivers flow
Why should I care...

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>It is very late at night, or very early in the morning.  Whichever way you look at it.  The date is 13/07/2016 and...

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The tip of a finger, barely touching ulcerated skin
   Chamfered ache of reason, or finely balanced whim
  Forced through a reality, where...

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Too far gone it seems,
heart's deluded dreams,
distanced from the truth,
caged in ego's booth.

The rot's sunk in deep,
fears and desires seep,
as a dark spiral, 
that has...

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Bound by chains of gold,
soul growth’s put on hold.
Earth life plot thickens 
as lust thrust quickens.

Prisoner of fear,
heart’s desires hold dear,
we thus trauma bond;
with ego...

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As humans we are exempt from many indignities,
imagine you were a fish just waiting to be stuffed,
no place to hide, pre-determined, after you huffed and...

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