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Poetry - Budget Day 2012 By Terry Ireland

I suppose I'm biased Being of pension age Though I must admit Not really feeling any rage. For I see no real sense In having a good bitch For historically the poor are Ever exploited by the rich. Read more...

Poetry - Pigeon Toed No More By Michelle Dee
	I recall this night with warm, inviting people, huddled around fires, within and without. I remember passing around wine and losing all sense of time. Faded news cut-outs fragmenting on bathroom walls. And the dusty allure of an overcrowded kitchen. I see pictures of fire-lit faces; Read more...

Poetry - Six to Pay High Price By Patrick Henry
	Six mainly Yorkshire soldiers who died, Blown up in Helmand, and on the world press front page: Heroes gone, to feed endless need for power and pride: Senseless fighting for a poor, poppy-sown lost frontier land. Might of Alexander, Genghis Khan, the British Raj, the Soviets: Failed to figure how those ragged tribes had not kowtowed. Read more...

Poetry - It's OK By Jenny Halliday

I push the button, scroll, enter and wait. Hoping, holding my breath just incase. Desperate to see a message, praying, to who? Longing for his return. Safe return. Unscathed, untouched mentally and physically by the demands of his job. Read more...

Poetry - Still They Fight The Fight By David Delaney
	They walk the shifting sand like those who went before, now in that ancient land still fighting in a war. They once again defend, the young answer the call, joined by their Kiwi friends, they're ANZAC's proud and tall Read more...

Poetry - Walk Away By Shaun Heesom

	Walk away, seems it's easy for you Take our dreams our hopes our plans And walk away Don't look back, you might not like the view Take your words and lies, your nonchalance too Just walk away Go hide your face in your hands Read more...

Poetry - Bless This Handbag By Helen Burke

At crucial moments of my life you will find me ironing. A trick learnt from my mother. She always smoothed things out. made peace between warring parties. Now, the only creases left are around her eyes. Read more...

Poetry A Girls Best Friend By Pamela Scobie

The fatal flaw of Nora Dring Was splashing all her dosh on bling. She counted carats, never calories, Selecting suitors for their salaries. Hence she was squired about by Joe (Apostate prostate, but loads of dough), And when she couldn't stand him any longer, Read more...

Poetry - Bikers Homage 2010 By Jan McGeachie

In contrast to quiet serenity Each time a funeral cortege Passes from RAF Lyneham This Mothers Day Wootton Bassett Heard engines roar and Saw the largest ever band Read more...

Poetry - Blackest of Hearts By Laurenceaux.

With voodoo I slew you; yout life it withdrew. I own you, to intone and eschew all that you do. I trapped your mind in a picture I drew Read more...

Poetry Swings and Stones By Christy Hall

And if I could go back, if you'd take me I'd go, back to the parks and fields of our youth. I can still smell the sickly aroma of rubber-bits heating up in the afternoon sun, the recently cut grass, the cheap aftershave and girlish scents, splashed to impress each other Read more...

Poetry - Save Us By Simon Icke

Save the planet from pollution. Does anyone have the solution? Save your soul and find redemption, Lord deliver us from temptation. Save our world from the bomb, Who else has the atom? Read more...

Poetry - nowitsover By David Osgerby

nowitsoveridonthaveanythingleft cantevenbebotheredwithpunctuationnow eventhiseffortistoogreatnowshesgone idontseethepointofanythinganymore noteventhispoem Read more...

Poetry - The Bird That Sings Until The Sun Goes Down By Jim Higo

Unperturbed by traffic nearby, unmoved by lightening in the sky, No tear filled eye, or fearful frown, For the bird that sings until the sun goes down. A soothing song as children wept, vivacious verse as salmon leapt, No need for sceptre, or jewelled crown Read more...

Poetry - Tshirts, Trainers and Jeans By Dayne Coyne
	It's the start of the holidays We're looking great in our teens All heading off to the disco place T-shirts, trainers and jeans Oh well, Oh well Tonight's the night that I might discover Just what all of it means Read more...

Poetry - If I By Mark Walmsley
	If I where a fish I could swim away If I where a dog By the fire I'd lay If I where a ship Into horizons I'd sail If I where a letter Read more...

Poetry - Paranoia By Terry Ireland

Haydn Aidan and Monica Reith Made a pact to share false teeth It saved arguing whose was whose They did the same with pants and shoes One lived by night and one by day They made the change in a passageway Read more...

Poetry - Nature and War By David Delaney
	Soft morning sun shines through moist droplets clear now radiating coloured prisms bright. The almost silent brook is trickling near as Autumn leaves float to the ground so light. While pristine beauty now is all abound, though some short years ago this was not so. There were no flowers growing from the ground Read more...

Poetry - Still Life By Terry Ireland

Two women at a table As though divided by a wall; Although one of them is speaking There's no communication at all. She speaks of the thirty years Of her late son's passed life; The other thinks of just five years As first his lover and then his wife. Read more...

Poetry - My Microphone My Rules By Ruth Dixon
	My Microphone, my rules They be the fools Who think otherwise Who fixate their piercing eyes on me Expect me to enunciate, antici ... Pate exactly how they think it should be. Read more...

Poetry - My T.V Guide By Jody McKenna

If I managed productions Of T.V in the day, I'd change the title Loose Women To Feminists in Pain. Pop Idol to Cheese on Toast And Emmerdale to Drone Big Brother into Read more...

Poetry That Fucking Cockerel By Catherine Scott

I'm going to kill that fucking cockerel if he wakes me up again Every summer morning he's up at 4.00 a.m. He's done this to me too many times when I'm relaxed and sleeping sound So I'm sure you understand that of his flesh I want my pound That cockerel's gonna DIE! Read more...

Poetry - When I'm Feeling Low By Laurenceaux.

When I've had a bad day, or I'm feeling low; or the world's overpowering and I've no place to go; and if I'm in a bad mood and cross with myself, hating others and feel left on the shelf; Read more...

Poetry - Sammy's Point By Brian Hodgins

On the north bank of the Humber, At a place called Sammy's Point, The breakers torch began to burn, What had made this city great? The finest ships that ever sailed, Manned by the finest men, They knew no fear, tho' death was near, Read more...

Poetry Makeover By Mike Watts

There is much that needs fixing in this house. Working a nostril with my thumb, I run my fingers Over wallpaper that can remember cheap fuel, pound notes, And me with thicker hair. I move across carpet, worn and faded, like big game, shot and Thrown down a hundred years ago. Read more...

Poetry - If I By Mark Walmsley
	If I where a fish I could swim away If I where a dog By the fire I'd lay If I where a ship Into horizons I'd sail If I where a letter Read more...

Poetry - Administration's Curse By George Fripley

They fuck you up, administrators, They don't mean to but they do, And while you're drowning in your work, They add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By administrators in the past, Who devised the systems now in use, Read more...

Poetry - Sensations By Sylvia Robinson

As warm as red, as cold as blue As friendly as green, and calming too As vibrant as orange, subdued as black As white as snow, before any tracks As mellow as yellow, with lemony twist As bold as purple, as grey as mist As bland as beige, as glistening as gold Read more...

Poetry - This Was My Day By Monkeyleg

I lay on those cliffs for hours, Watching and waiting, Listening to the lone farmhouse, A distant way to the west. The gentle swell of the North Sea, Behind me, to the east. My mind an easy wind. Read more...

Poetry - Claude Stanley 'Chuckles' Choules; 3rd March 1901 - 5th May 2011 By Terry Ireland

The last known combat survivor of the great war has passed and gone ninety three years almost since it ended in so any ways the world has moved on We kill more efficiently these days the leader of a nation of great wealth watches by beamed live transmissions as a terrorist leader is killed by stealth Read more...

Poetry - Loneliness By Angela Morkos

Loneliness is a wasting disease You smoke the years away in your room Or haunt supermarkets at 9pm The bright lights will distract you from your inner gloom. Loneliness is cancer It eats you cell by cell, The years slip by, you age, you tire And wonder Read more...

Poetry - Loneliness By Angela Morkos

Loneliness is a wasting disease You smoke the years away in your room Or haunt supermarkets at 9pm The bright lights will distract you from your inner gloom. Loneliness is cancer It eats you cell by cell, The years slip by, you age, you tire And wonder Read more...

Poetry - Shell in a Box By Laurenceaux.

There was life there and you took it away. Warmth; but you cooled it. I had feelings and you numbed them, emotions 'till you slit my faith and bled them dry. Read more...