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Poetry Critique Group – Amsterdam

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Our Friends at the language poetry critique group are looking for new members.

We are an English language poetry critique group based in Amsterdam. We meet twice monthly on a Thursday evening from 6.30 till around 8.30. No experience is necessary, but you would need to write poetry in English and give and receive critique in a supportive environment. We are a friendly open group and welcome anyone who is interested. Membership is free, but there may be a small charge for the venue.

The next meeting is on 8th October.

For further details contact Robin Winkel at

Expat Poetry | Silence by Dave Thomas

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space where eagle and Buddhist meet

drowned fisherman’s final scream


war-shocked child’s unspoken fear

dandelion heads clashing in a gentle breeze


knife-edge between macabre and serene




© Dave Thomas 2015

Expat Poetry |Ebbing

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Tuesday afternoon

in this sleepy outpost of Scunny

village shop closed      and both pubs too



only the church provides refuge

paint peeling, Mothers’ Union banner fading

altar vestments unchanged in thirty years



Grandma’s house is so toshed up

we scarcely recognise it

barking garden dog prevents a peek inside



so we walk along the ebbing river

and leave

through poppy-strewn fields


© Dave Thomas 2015

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One Last Push | Expat Poetry

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One Last Push

by Carol Moore


Morning sunrise, the smoke bellows up

Across the field, then seeps into the sky

The smell of despair creeps in and around

Amongst cigarette butts lying on the ground


He bellows an order, chest heaving deeply

His mouth is wide screaming that we must push on, keep going!

Coldness and fear are simmering around us

The dug out and dirt is disgusting and dank


We look at each other, eyes locking in at the same thoughts

A quiet nod, how did we get to this?

Bang! Thud, another thunderclap of shelling

But how do we keep going and do we really still care?


I hold my precious chain and photos so dear

My sweetheart back home and children who play so warmly

In the soft evening falling light, laughing

With their innocence shining through


Squelching and screaming, they pull a man past me

With limbs dragging, disjointed and bleeding

When will we stop going over, never to return

That sinking feeling of I am next


Slowly, we drag our feet through the dark slippery trenches

Sticking like superglue in the mud

Knee deep, not wanting to go

The major shouts deafening!


What can I do? I look at the sky lit up like a bonfire

I owe it to my countrymen, we all make the sacrifice

The promise I made, but sweat slowly drips down to my heavy boots

Stinging my weary eyes


One last push toward the dugout ladder

One last heave and deep heavy sigh

Force my body up and over, rifle turned outwards

Ready for battle! We cross together