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THIS IS LOVE by Yahya Baggash

The first time I saw her,
Her eyes pierced through me.
It felt like a warm breeze in my heart,
Like butterflies fluttering their wings through it.
This is like flowers seen in a beautiful garden,
And the warmth felt in a midsummer day.
This is love, the feeling of light shining through.
The feeling that gives me strength,
Like trees blooming every spring,
And the air filling the lungs with every heartbeat.
A heartbeat of her name,
A name that will always live in my heart.
A name that is heard through the whistling winds.
This makes my heart pound like drums,
To each tune I hear.
This is love, my one and only true love.

GENERAL MALPRACTICE - Shakespearean Sonnet by Minnie Stacey

We're definite, refined, and filthy rich
from servants digging ditches in their health,
lulls desperate for dreams and where we pitch
our advertising, hacking in with stealth.
Our pixelated teeth pick at their eyes
with ciphers, zero content irrigation,
like proxy Draculas our charm belies
the cybernetics of our intimation.
A population bitten by abuse
is cannon fodder in financial war,
re-branding theft we con them out of use,
thus bringing forward funerals for the poor.
Mind-numbing on demand is what they crave,
mud sticks and covers up an early grave.

OLYMPIC HAIKUS by Syd Sonnet (Graham Casey)

Modern Buyathlon:
Workers pay for all the things
they already own.

Modern Tryathlon:
Workers strive to make ends meet.
Tories won't let them.

Modern Pentathlon:
Tories aim to sign away
all the workers' rights.

Sebastian Coe
and his coe-conspirators
run off with the loot.

Olympic game plan:
Extraordin'ry rundition.
Now that's torcherous!

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