Larkin 25 - Air Messiah By Ashley Fisher

Welcome aboard to Air Messiah's Flight 666 to Jehovah's Pearly Gate Airport. Prophecies are good and we pray for a smooth ascension. To ensure a pleasant passing over for yourselves and other passengers please observe the following rules: No luggage, incest, false idols or mixed fibres in the aisles. No smoking, homosexuals, blasphemers or Mormons. The practice of voodoo, communism, atheism and Darwinism is strictly prohibited. Any souls left unattended may be removed and destroyed by the security services. In case of emergency, please locate the faith jacket and rosary beads in the pocket beside your seat. Upon arrival in Heaven please have ready your passports as well as details of life time Church donations (in papal florins) before passing through the sin detector. Once through the sin detector please take time to look around the gift shop where this week we have special offers on papal indulgencies and fragments of the True Cross. We hope that you enjoy your flight and remember to fly Air Messiah again. Amen.

Copyright © Ashley Fisher 2010

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Larkin About on the Streets of Hull By Ray Warrington

After you passed that shining gull-marked mud By the widening river where a large town stood, Did you stop for a pee in Waterworks Street? Did you ever bool a barrow down Trundle Street? Were you ever cowardly in Craven Street, Or ride your bike in Carr Lane, Or drive a horse and cart in Chariot Street? Were you hip in City Square? Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - I Came Back to You in September By Ray Moody

I came back to you in September you were quiet then still like you used to be when men were men and I was just a child When the smell of the fish docks mingled well with the stench of the slaughter from the cattle market Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Lennon By Rivelino

The cold earth released Lennon Jesus removed his bullets and compared their wounds, measured cadences of earthly and heavenly sounds. John busked on heaven's streets, Jesus wandered earthly grounds. Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Coulda Woulda Shoulda By Brian Cotton

This life of ours there is only one A blink of the eye and then its gone They said I coulda been a contender for the prize A great big house and fancy car, excellent prospects could go far. Trophy wife hanging off my arm, fancy restaurants drinking pink champagne, Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Life (Inspired by Money) By Bronwyn Ellis
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	'Immediate Incapacitation'? What the hell can that be? Other than more 'News Media Terminology'? A special new benefit? That doesn't sound right. Lets re-open the case-notes just for tonight. Read more...

Poetry Larkin 25 - Paris Versus Hull By Catherine Scott

I visited Paris recently There was lots to do and lots to see Like the Arc de Triumph and the Eiffel Tower Where I queued up for over an hour Just for the opportunity to scare myself witless And pay over the odds - it was just ridiculous Then there's the museums including The Louvre Fighting my way through was quite a manoeuvre Read more...

Poetry Larkin 25 - As I Come Down By Pamela Scobie

As I come down from Sewerby, Higher than spire or tower or tree Before me hangs the sea, Sparkling like laundry on a line Fresh-washed in sunshine. And all the daffodils stare back at me With meercat curiosity, A mad old biddy skipping by. Read more...

Poetry Larkin 25 - Poetry or Prose By John Fewings

There's a very fine distinction Between poetry and prose: It's such a fine dividing line And no-one really knows. You once could tell the difference 'Cos poetry would rhyme But poets just don't bother now; They haven't got the time. Read more...

Poetry Larkin 25 - Drifting By Malcolm Wilson Bucknall

Shadows of the night are drifting Across the shores way out to sea Sedated passions of the long day Resting now contentedly Gentle ripples skim the waters Burnished by the pale moonlight Echoed words are softly whispered Read more...

Poetry - Future's End By Bernard Franklin
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Poetry - To Conrad's Horror By Steve Rudd

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Poetry - Rhubarb Rhubarb By Catherine Scott

Doug and Blair's programme is my Sunday treat Their advice and humour would be hard to beat Blair tries hard, he's developed the knack Of skilfully keeping Doug on track Doug offers guidance which is easy to follow I say, 'I'll remember that and do it tomorrow' He really is an inspiration Read more...

Poetry Larkin 25 - Men With Books By Holly Roach

	I sat and studied your words. Was told what you meant by a stranger to you and I took it as proof that the saying was true about the pen above the sword, and men with books will be adored Read more...

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Poetry Bring It On! By Mike Watts

I cracked open Two double-yolkers Sent them sliding Across the pan Then I began to butter Some bread cakes To the left of me Read more...

Poetry - Larkin 25 - Pigeon By Terry Ireland

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Poetry - Somewhere In Between By Jody McKenna

In the darkness of the room I feel the melancholy gloom. I'm just a loner in a tomb Making a bold step on the moon But no-one gets me. Whereas, the light beneath the sun That makes the rest of us become The mundane workers on a run Read more...

Poetry Larkin 25 - Scatter Me (for TFG) By Pamela Scobie

Oh, scatter me over the umber Humber Under a hurrying sky, On a dark day in December Or a turbulent July. For longer than I can remember I've been preparing to die. I want to go back to wherever it was I came from in 'forty-nine. Read more...

Poetry Unblinking Moon By John Horsley

There are tears in the eyes of the man in the moon For he fears he may lose his loved one soon - She is Earth, his only friend in space, And for millions of years he has looked on her face. How plain and ordinary he feels As round Earth's horizons the sunrise steals, And floods his beloved in dazzling light Read more...