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Maxine ANNABELL
NEXUS CO-SYSOP/WORDLOVERS/INHABITANT OF #MAGICISLE/THE NEXUS COLLECTION/WEBMASTER : POETIC JUSTICE
Superstition & Prophecy Smoke tinted a midnight ecstasy,
Terry BOWDEN
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/RETROSPECTIVE/WORDLOVER/ESSAYIST/MANAGER/CYBER-POETS ENTREPRENEUR/THEORIST/CRITIC/SALESMANAGER/PROOF-READER/SCRIBBLE I,II,III
A Bought and Sold
Apocalypsoid
A Short History of Religion
Christmasses in Red
Cobb Valley & Power Station
Come the Horsemen
Concession to Paradise
Conversing With Him
Crawling Song
Cryptomare Nights
Dedication to Mischief
Demon Cipher
DISINTERROGATION
Divination
Dynasty Ends
e senses
Fall (from Grace)
From Alpha to Omega
General Regrets
God Shares
Harbingers
High Snakes 
Holes Still
How do you do that?
Insufferable Love
Last Volcano
Lovers Hopes and Angels
New Life
Pandora's Random Joggings
Paternity
Poet's Lullaby
Rays of the Son 
Rebirth
Regrowth
Tarnished Gold
Therapy Poetry
To a Foetal Flower
Trading Down, Folding Cash
Union Two
Venial Soul-Stains
Walled Off

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Adorn is brokered, a die miscast
As water falls in crystal balls
Be not afraid of a sickle cell wielder
Can you never forget the primordial 
Demon cipher on a left incline
drug cheats
God sparked Adam to slip
Hunched in a corner at odds with the 
In the days of old when your lights were
I nest your baby's sleeping form
I sharpened up my rhyming sticks
I SAID
It flows. No pretensions. Relieves 
Lie on no lovers' cross, my love
Lunar lugged tide on high
Mine is your body and your body mine
My future poppies tall 
My guts too bleed
Oh spread your red carpet
One family holds the world in awe
Opening their treasures
Play on new words discovered again
Separate love from separate dream
spin the spiral line
The battle plan was optimal
The simpleton knows what simpletons know
The soldier asleep is destined to creep
The sultan's beard in forest gloom
The time has come to move
There's a mantis on my shower door
These sickly plagues on procreation
This love is unsafe
Time ball drops withholding chime
Trawl a wake on a dawn lorn lake
We dreamed of being golden men
What stars let fall their spears?
When the darkest race has just been run
Where to turn to divine the inspire,
Will the power and strength regrow
Woad tartan filches back board whore
You crushed the glass you cast

Daniel Patrick BARBARE
E-MAIL
The Candle Memories

Deborah L. MacDonald-Beauchamp
EMAIL

The Day the Farm Died
The Old Hat
The Soul of a Farmer
A mist hung
I kept it
You worked for the love
Janet I. BUCK

E-MAIL/ COLLEGE TEACHER OF WRITING AND LITERATURE. /PUBLICATIONS: The Melic Review, The Pittsburgh Quarterly, Kimera, 2River View, Tintern Abbey, Southern Ocean Review, Niederngasse, Lynx: Poetry from Bath, The Horsethiefís Journal, salon DíArt, ETCETERA/ TWICE NOMINATED THIS YEAR'S PUSHCART PRIZE / RECIPIENT H.G. WELLS AWARD FOR LITERARY EXCELLENCE/

Death Without Nice Pedigree
Decorating Winterís Grave
The Bedpan
Ammonia scents
The cheap thrill
This parking lot on holidays


Paul Buis, OCDS
E-MAIL/FIVE VOLUMES OF POETRY/WEBMASTER
The Church Mouse When most are seated in the hall


RONALD CARPENTER
E-MAIL/FREELANCE
Hidden Pleasures
Love Ethereal
Love's Deficit
Where is She, I Wonder?
A maiden passes in the street 
It's not what you gave ... it's what you took from 
Sleeping softly ... there's that chance ...
They ask: "How can you love unseen, unheard, 

CHANGELING
E-MAIL/WORDLOVERS
Inside the inside
Limbo
Omnipotent want
This mortal coil.
heres reality
Inside the inside
Limbo
This mortal coil.


Pavel CHICHIKOV
LION SUN/E-MAIL/WORDLOVERS

Bunyip

Delay
Flock
He Shakes the Dead (For Alys)
If Ice had Formed

Lost Love
Primitive Religion

Smithereens
Solitaries
St. Hubert's Vision
Strong River

The Fawn
The Fit 
The March

The Nubs

The Weight
Voice

A leper looked for Jesus but found me

A sheer deep wall, cascade of ice
Bees upon a nest, a tray,

Dry leaves run by the wind's cold power
Gildas is my birthday saint

Gold from straw my man?

Guardians were with me as I slept last night
Hawk above the poplar trees
He shakes the dead from His feet like dust
I hear the Lord praised well

I saw the doe of Solomon lying on her side
If  ice had formed around Madeira
It's not too easy to trim

Say this: my self a stone
Stag of many earthly forests
The granite ripples as if it were water
The river freezes, branches lie on top

Michael CHIRIMUTA
E-MAIL

Reminiscence
Wounded Heart, Lost Soul
I remember
Wounded heart healing of heartaches 
William CUNNINGHAM
AUSTRA-SCOT/WORDLOVER
Oyster World.

Kippers tae ma tea

Semper Fidelis ... Tamen!

A like eatiní fish, aní a like eatiní meat

'There is a Divine Power, and I believe', he said,

Young Will would travel in his mind

Andrew Charles DALLASTON
E-MAIL/ACTOR/BON VIVANT/PHILOSOPHER
Auckland Easter
Autumn Interchange
Eyes of the Storm
Fall
Half Life
Love Song for the Millennium
Near Father
Panmure Basin
Pohutukawas
Purgatory Pass
The Divide
Caught in limbo,
Halfway to hell,
Hush
In the millennium...
It's harder now to find the Fall
Lear learnt his lesson
North of Long Bay
The easy season's over in the summer
The hills above Oputere have watched,
Was this basin ever clean
We crunched ice cold apples


Ewan ELLIOTT
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/THE NEXUS COLLECTION

A Good Crop
A Gripe, A Whinge
Again
Beginning
Compliments 
Coupling
Crack
Fighting the machine 
For So Much
I Hate It
It ran and it ran
Life
Low History
Kaboom
Moving On
Never Ever
Oh, Elaine....
On The Cliff top
Pre-Paid Smiles
Quietly Massive
Ravens
Reality
Separate
The Boats Come Home
The Edge
The Excuses
The Last One
The Rising Tide
The Song
The Square
The Whipping Post
Then and Now
Tired Eyes
Versions
Wendy
A gift, a flower, maybe a bunch
And the damn thing is still running
As the sun fell through this lazy 
Buxom and daring, wild and freeI
Cawing black harbingers of doom
Collapsed on the line
Folded notes of many people's days
Green hills glowed in the dark
He walked on unsteady legs
Hunger and staggered walk
Idling through the traffic - barely over
If I do this and I do that
It all looked the same
Its so old now, he sneered
Opportunities arose, to clear my name
Packets of young men hung about
Please administer
Prepaid cards to scrape ice off the
Rippling muscles flexed with ease
Separate but complete she stood 
Sits in the corner, moulded work 
Spray flew from their bows as
Soldiers sharpen their swords
Some live back then
Sunk in sockets
Swamped in beauty, youth and limbs
The exhaust crackled quietly
Some live back the
The good with the bad
Thrown at random, and meant, to near
To see clearly, all the time
Trialling complacency in the face
Verily amused she was
You are the mother of my daughter
You never learn do you?
*SPECIAL FEATURE*
SONGS 
FOR MY DAUGHTERS

*ANGER & LIFE*LOVE, POEM*SADEYES*YOU ARE NOT*RISING & FALLING*ILLUMININATION*MINE*
*I DON'T KNOW*AND I THOUGHT*AT SCHOOL*HELLO*.

Shelley ELVIN
E-MAIL
Mask of Night
Rainbow
Without
As the sunlight streams,
The sun drifts slowly across the sky
Without the love
William EZRA
E-MAIL
The One Song And with the tenth moon
Heather FALCONER
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/SCRIBBLE II/E-MAIL
Tree A moonlight night a swaying tree
Noel FULLER
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/EDITOR

A Grand Cat Fight
A New Day 
Belated Requiem

Blame for Pain

December 17
I can Refrain
In Silence
Natural Solitude
Of Memory
Pohutukawa Night

Returned
Rock Talk: 
Security 

Smart Crab
The Becoming of fact
The beginning of disbelief
The bird of praise
The Burden of Change
The Lotus
Three Seas
Wakey Wakey

Where are the Orca?

World View

A rippling silver path
A stone is easily spurned
bee free karma or

Eroding sediments pliestocene

God?
Gold at the end of the rainbow ? 

Gossips of crabs scuttling so plentiful

Harbour shores a misty blue
I don't agree that a dream
I snuggled in the warmth of my bed
In my youth
In Wattle Bay near the harbour entrance
I've enjoyed most
My Goodness! What a hot day!
Now the north wind comes
Rising from the mud of the lowest sphere

Sri Lankan girl
The bird of praise
The last word
The Thing we all know
This is a beautiful day!
What point in attack
When Cec died I listened to Beethoven's ninth


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