Shove It By Shaun Heesom

If I dreamed a new dream and I've dreamed a few then let the new dream Be that old dream I once dreamed of you! If I speak unspoken, words I've never spoke before let Those words be spoken in a way I've Often Spoke before! If I can't love once more as once I've loved before then let my love be broken in Smithereens upon this floor! If I can't rest in peace, a peaceful sleep once more A chance to sleep in deepest sleep Where once I've slept before! If none of these are possible as possibly They were before then take the world And shove it where the sun don't shine no more!

Copyright ©  Shaun Heesom 2006

Poetry - The Land of The Free By Del Abe Jones.

	On Independence Day this year We'll wave our Flag, salute and cheer We'll thank all those who've gone before And those today, we send to War. We'll think about what Freedom's cost Those who fought and those we lost Read more...

Poetry - She Can See The World From Petrin Hill By Tom Gant
	Yonder Summa! Green faerie queen my thoughts are your own, in thinking. Raise a finger to edge a table whilst I raise a glass, dear as crystal. Sugar revolution; coat yourself in crowds of bubbles and linger long and loud as you desire. Smoke: Read more...

Poetry - Feast of Violence (At Scarborough in The Fall) By Patrick Henry
	Time of mist and pumpkin-lamps Keats might call fall of the year. Ten days and two centuries back, twenty-first October, Five thousand sailors, one called Nelson, died at Trafalgar. Feasts of violence make dates upon the calendar. Stick a pointed hat on an excited child. Black-paint-daub their face, Read more...

Poetry - An Un-Comic Poem By Shep

	I thought about writing a comic poem But I couldn't find anything funny I put pen to paper several times But still couldn't earn my money I though about people falling down And kept repeating the word 'wiggle' Read more...

Poetry - Test of Character By Patrick Henry
	From Afghanistan comes word of fair play and decency From the visiting President of the MCC, That the Jihad desperadoes and Kamikaze ghouls Have given way to cricket-mad flannelled-fools. For the influx of this dose of common-sense. Our wise Wisden man says Read more...

Poetry - The Looking-Glass War By Patrick Henry
	Fort Polk could steal headlines from Baghdad and Guantanamo. A camp down in Dixie will become heroic as The Alamo. It rehearses scenarios in line for Middle-Eastern war GIs are tested out by all-comers down there. Amputee veterans of Pearl Harbour, Korea and Vietnam Replay their parts of war Read more...

Poetry - Thirst By Mike Watts
	Sprawled like a victim I shrink on the heat of the bed. Closing-time poltergeists Rattle beneath my window. Glass shrieks across concrete As young voices drip, Go forth and multiply Read more...

Poetry - A Yorkshire Princess By Mike Watts
	This proud bird parades no vanity She paddles her feet in the Humber Muddies her dress to show she's working, As hard as they'll let her. Breathing in, breathing out, A great warehouse, a production line For the conquerors' of Kings, of Read more...

Poetry - The Underdogs Of War-Games By Patrick Henry
	8 groups in The World Cup, imagine the worst in each to win Through to The Quarters, The Semis, or The Final Game. From defence to attack they might spring up surprising. What have these minnow nations got going for them? Talk of red cards, Paraguay once lost five million men In their big 3-Nations War, facing Read more...

Poetry - Aliens Make Great Movies By Patrick Henry
	Great old Science-Fiction films are not released today, When metallic strangers taller than lone cowboys landed to say Their masters ruled distant weird worlds now at galactic war With this frail Earth unless we wise up to the danger. The Capital of Science-Fiction must be The United States. All those terms together add up Read more...

Poetry - Confetti By Tom Gant
	You said 'money' isn't the be all and end all, but the problem remains, you don't know me at all. Peace is the only refuge Read more...

Poetry - Pinfold Lane By Lee Cassanell

	They built on land where gallows stood And devils plied their trade, The hanging gale made killers sway As craftsmen cut their graves A Sailors crowd pushed to the front To see a ship mate dangle, Read more...

Poetry - Persona Ingrata By Patrick Henry
	From years overshadowed by smart authors, I woke in horror to find Change gripped me bleak as Kafka's insect or Dr Jekyll's fiend. Once on the skids in Paris, fleas that clung round my body I flicked at Sarte's photo in a posh café. Read more...

Poetry - Available On Demand By Joe Hakim

Watching a girl called Erica Yates masturbate on my mate's mobile phone. 'She's from Bransholme, and on this bit you can actually hear her moan,'    Read more...

Poetry - The Cost of Labour By Patrick Henry
	No fool, Britannia, never ever slaves since times They fought for The Truck Acts, The Workers' Vote, the Right for Unions. Loyal as Coronation mugs, some think Magna Carta put Civil Rights our way: That job-form for barons who started higher up the tree. They imagine that The Civil War Read more...

Poetry - Decisions By Mike Watts
	Disturbed behind bleached white net Crashing hysterically into the glass, Should I thump, poison, Or ignore you? Buzzing black carrier of filth Desperate to fly, desirous to feed Read more...

Poetry - Earth, As It Is In Iraq By Steve Rudd
	What on earth is going on in Iraq? It isn't even on earth, now The violence is underground... as a bomb a day surveys an old scene from a play, that dropped out of school. The Bard's lost for words. Read more...

Poetry - The Day Off By Mike Watts
	On weekend parole I slip the boss For time and space and candyfloss. Early, and all the sleeping streets are mine Except for those on double time; Sickly crews with post-pub shock A drink damaged body clock, As I pass the milk and paper rounds Read more...

Poetry - The Battle of Alderman Kneeshaw By Lee Cassanell

	I attended Andrew Marvel school from 1990 to 1993 and I have vague memories of gang fights on Alderman Kneeshaw Park with Archbishop Thurstan which was a Catholic school on the other side of the hills. The two schools had been scrapping for decades and in a bizarre way it was a tradition of sorts. Much of it was chest beating and bravado but occasionally Read more...

Poetry - Nagging Urge By Tom Gant
	Would it be so wrong, to dig me up once I've gone? Just to steal another glance of the idle days we passed, rather than lamenting over countless dusty photographs. Read more...

Poetry - The Rickshaw Termination By Patrick Henry
	In Delhi ten years back, time stood still. Cycles flourished. Cattle grazed the streets. From morning mist temples loomed vast as heads of gods, Carved in curves of sun and moon. The sky hot, ethereal. In dawn's half-light a centaur-shape enters the bare street, Stealthy as a cat, almost silent but Read more...