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Lady of the Night
By Anthea
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Stockings of finest Shantung Silk
May keep your legs from cold,
But heed not the bitter pill:
You know that you were sold.
>From waterfront to back-street,
>From Kowloon to Timbuktu,
When into the shadows dart my eyes
I always there found you.
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In the bright lights of Las Vegas,
Where fortune's won and lost,
A drunk slashed you through the tragus,
Then to me the knife he tossed.
Now I lie in Folsom Prison,
I grow white and I grow old,
I would buy for you, your life back
But everywhere: you are just sold.
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I saw you last in Lowgate Church,
In Kingston upon Hull,
I prayed that you might there, touch god,
But pray do what you will.
I walked to the statue of Wilberforce,
That I might contemplate:
Your choice, your role, your freedom;
And if you'd survive your fate?
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Oh! Oldtown lady of the night,
Will you grow old, will you grow white?
Will you reserve for special guys,
Access free: between your thighs?
Or, is your future to be brazen and bold?
Undersold, Oversold! But always, always sold.
© Anthea - 2004
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Poetry - "I'm Doing Life", by Shelly D.
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I don't do happy,
I don't do laughter,
I'm not easy going or relaxed,
I'm not careful or carefree,
I don't go with the flow I'm not laid back,
I'm doing life.
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Poetry - The Egotist By Cilla
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Tell me I'm great
Tell me I'm good
If you were a real friend
I'm sure that you would.
And why not be friends?
You're so good for me
But only when you tell
What I want to see ..
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Poetry - Equal Amongst Giants (Edinburgh Literature Festival) and Night Driving in American Werewolf Country.
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by Oz Hardwick
I paid my money, listened attentively,
clapped politely, filed out slowly,
stood (vaguely embarrassed), waited in line
with book at the ready to meet The Author.
I asked him to sign my favourite chapter,
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Poetry - Thoroughly Post-Modern Millie & Conspiracy
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By Jane Foster
I'm thoroughly post-modern Millie.
I'm having such a ball.
I've got 15 personas
But no-one loves them all..
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I'm thoroughly post-modern Millie.
I've eaten all the men.
I swallowed all life gave me
And threw it up again.
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Poetry - The Seventies and Back Burner Men By Jane Foster
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The Seventies were great.
You could bounce on your space hopper.
It was OK to ask a girl
To come sit on your Chopper.
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A man had just walked on the moon.
The Beatles had just split.
Together they were beautiful
But separate they were shit.
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by Lee Cassanell
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I could not be more obvious,
It echoes from my eyes,
I'm always semi conscious,
I can't help telling lies.
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My father was a butcher,
My mother easy meat,
I strolled the streets of childhood,
With sandals on my feet.
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Poetry - "Obsession" By Nadie.
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I would ride madness
like the loins of a lover,
cast myself into Hell
even sleep with my brother.
I would swallow poison
and swear it was like nectar,
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Poetry - "OCTOBER MOON" By Nikki Sheppeck
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A beckoning dark October sky,
That bares a crescent moon to shine,
Amongst a star lit evening sky,
A clarity so clear so calm
Sets a scene from tree tops high.
Enchanted by angelic skys,
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Poetry - A thing of dreams & The only mark I wear (for you)
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By Jason Karlson
Many a night a knight will rescue you
But that’s not me my love
I am his proud white stead below
Speed you from the darkness with
Love written across my flank
And every mile I run
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Poetry - The Bard Of Bilton Grange
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By Nicholas Boldock
The hurtful glances made me try
To get out from my cage
And I looked towards the day I'd be
The Bard Of Bilton Grange
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Poetry - Electronic Liars.com
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By Darren Sant
You electronic cheating liars,
Words are your funeral pyres,
Words so silky smooth,
What is it you are trying to prove?
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Poetry - For those who lay dying.
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by Lee Cassanell
Sign me up
I'm off to war
I want to kill and fight
Please drop me on that desert floor
Let me join the side of right
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Poetry - Frendship By Tabatha
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If I wasn't always there
would u still know I cared
when life goes on
we all have to be strong
for every fight
we need all our might
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