Four Poems Published in Zombie Logic Review: Poetry For Outsiders and Outlaws: English Outlaw Poet Paul Brookes. Thankyou Thomas

http://zombielogicreview.blogspot.com/2017/04/english-outlaw-poet-paul-brookes.html?spref=tw

Thankyou to Reuben for publishing this in I Am Not A Silent Poet

Source: Because by Paul Brookes

“My Summer Town Zoom” kindly published by Jamie in The Poet By Day

“as you take the road to Paradise” … and other poems by reader poets in response to last Wednesday’s prompt https://jamiededes.com/2017/05/30/as-you-take-the-road-to-paradise-and-other-poems-by-reader-poets-in-response-to-last-wednesdays-prompt/ via @JamieDedes

Source: “as you take the road to Paradise” … and other poems by reader poets in response to last Wednesday’s prompt

“Hot Night” Efe kindly published in The Wrytyr

https://thewrytr.com/hot-night-76269c8775f8

“A Mizzle” grateful to Zac for publishing this in Misplaced Identity
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concern for safety. A need to give that which we normally charge for. A cup of tea or coffee to emergency services, a taxi ride, accommodation. We need to feel we are doing something. Helping. To do is more than to say. It is only words like a poem. It doesn’t actually do anything.

via Daily Prompt: Detonate

“Haywain” kindly published by Lorette in The Ekphrastic Review: ​writing and art on art and writing

http://www.ekphrastic.net/1/post/2017/05/haywain-by-paul-brookes.html

confident cat look. Knows their routines. Fills her diary so she knows what gift she receives when and from whom, when bathroom decorated, roof and heating fixed, whose birthday is next. No need for nosy tech that’s smart only for folk as charges you for it. Notes what flowers planted and when. Nothing as smart as pen and paper. Her cats know she knows them well. She can see in dark as well as they. Understands when they speak. She radiates cat nous.

via Daily Prompt: Radiate

unnecessary meaning when water pelts down and good hearted fetch in your half dried smalls, skirts, tshirts, towels and Daisy Dukes for you to hammer on my porch window aflame with anger that some slavering pervert has nicked your knickers and needs his balls cut off and put against a wall and shot and when I bring them out you snatch them from my hands, glare as if I have abused you, stomp to your door and slam it. No thankyou, how thoughtful. I try and do folk good turns but they infuse my kindness with things I never intended. I hope St. Peter understands when I arrive at his gate.

via Daily Prompt: Infuse