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Last Updated: 26/11/2006 15:07:04
An Open Letter to the Head of ITV1 Scheduling
By Beth McGann
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I've just come back
from my nightly stroll,
me and the dog, alone
with one hundred billion fires
the dark trees, black like an absence
moving against the backdrop of the galactic dance,
beauty on an unimaginable scale, turning
two hundred thousand miles an hour,
mars falling in the west like a
russian general, gallops ecstatic
to his dramatic doom,
a grain of sand de-existing
its thousand-light year journey ending
in a streak of glory just for us
I've seen all that
and I've just got back
do you really think I want to watch Russell Brand,
you twat?
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The Dog Ate My Lottery Ticket
By Beth McGann
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The dog ate my lottery ticket
So I turned him into a rug
Made his teeth into a necklace
and his bollocks into a top pair of earrings.
oh, no, it wasn't a winning lottery ticket,
I just couldn't stand the dog.
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Copyright © Beth McGann 2006
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Poetry - Hide and Seek By Maurice Fairfield
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So catch me if you can
My good old playmate Death
Let's play our game of hide and seek
Till I run out of breath
You counted ten some time ago
Ready or not, you said
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Poetry - Pie in The Sky By Shaun Heesom
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Where is the land of milk and honey
My pie in the sky with chocolate money
A bird in the hand a feather in the bush
Where the tall green plants grow vast and lush
The rivers flow full and deep red wine
Where the pigs fly up from time to time
Castles in the air
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Poetry - Louder Than Words By Mike Watts
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'We have performed this very difficult task
Out of love for our people.
And we have suffered no damage
To ourselves, to our souls,
Or our characters .'
Heinrich Himmler
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Poetry - Lament for Hull By Laura Fry
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I'm lying in the bed I made
No longer angry, now resigned to fate
For the follies of my twenties, I'll pay the high price
And live on in this hell that I thought was paradise
I gave not a thought when I jumped in head first
That I'd married the man I
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Poetry - The Sound of the Sea By Beth McGann.
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the sound of the sea
an endless movement
like the pull of a horse
on the bridle, strong
underneath
rollers rattle the chalk pebbles smooth
in a cupped hand
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Poetry - Ashes To Ashes By Patrick Henry
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Down-under the dodgy digger is the flash tool to fool us all:
Over here, the cobber to ditch the blather and strike the flaming ball,
No wet Pom could hit for straight six, or toss-up a wrong-'un to skittle a side;
Pull all POM sheilas hard-up for it: ten top thin models lined up in a bed;
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Poetry - The Battle of Cable Street 4th Oct 1936 - 4th Oct 2006 By Patrick Henry
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A lifetime since when that ring of steel clashed down these streets.
Boot-heels struck cobbles. Bin-lids for shields buckled in defence
To batons, rocks, banner-shafts. Ears cocked to hear drum-rolls and fast heart-beats.
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Poetry - Oh, I Wish I'd Looked After Me Tits By Pam ('Chin') Aires
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Oh, I wish I'd looked after me dear old knockers,
Not flashed them to boys behind the school lockers,
Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.
'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning.
It's Nature's revenge
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Poetry - Albert Hoffman's Bicycle By Joe Hakim
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Falling off,
falling out,
in my mind
there is no doubt
that everyone is
truly alone when
surrounded by the
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Poetry - The Merman's Song By The Doc
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I sing
Of clouds freshly washed by rain
Of the silver seas
And the keys to your heart
I sing
Of Ishmael
Of carved whale tooth memories
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Poetry - The Spoon Player By Maurice Fairfield
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The name on the skin of the bass drum
Was Blackshaw's Storyville Five
And the board leaning up at the door of the pub
Was promising jazz that was live
A slight exaggeration for the Storyville Five were not
In the class of the bands they copied
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Poetry - A Poem For The Eternal Thinker By Shep
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I'm thinking of things like a bird on a branch
And wandering, pondering lost in a trance
Of wishes and dishes, fishes on land
Planes in the sky and that man I can't stand
On what colour Mac on my back I should wear
And if Schmegal eats seagull with grizzly bear
Of why we see spectres
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Poetry - Hot Date (For Better For Worse) By Daphne Liver
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Seated in the restaurant with a pleasant
Window view, brown eye to blue
And not really conversing,
What with it all being covered already,
But sort of rehearsing the motions:
Work is a pain, I've a meeting tomorrow-
Respectfully phatic
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Poetry - Faith, Hope And Charity By Maurice Fairfield
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I loved a girl named Hope and she was pretty faithless
I met another called Faith and she was pretty hopeless
I got involved with Charity (she wasn't very kind)
And what with all the three of them it really blew my mind
Maintaining my tenacity but feeling broken hearted
I met a bird named Chastity
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Poetry - The Interview By Daphne Liver
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So superficial in the supermarket
interview room after arriving late,
she asks what name I prefer to go by.
"Katherine," I say, because I turn irate
when abbreviated by people in suits,
their faux matey-ness making me cringe.
"Right then, Kath!" she says,
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Poetry - November Bride By Laura Fry
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I once was a girl who thought she knew best
Until her true love was put to the test
And what she'd thought to be great left her less than impressed
Take me home
I admit I was wrong, you were right all along
And humble pie tastes much
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Poetry -The Trial of Charles Roberts By Lee Cassanell
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Dead little girls,
God is watching
Dead little girls,
Papers cry.
The torment of realists,
Unending
The teardrops of Mothers,
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Poetry - Fake Plastic Socialist Poets By Joe Hakim
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Bleating like sheep,
repeating the same old tired shit
over and over again.
Like a washed up nightclub singer
doing requests,
you beat on your chests
in a rhythm I've heard
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Poetry - Coffee In Plastic Cups By Shaun Heesom
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In a railway station buffet
I thought I'd had enough
Of dim lit lamps and smelly tramps
And coffee in plastic cups
We sat there for hours
Before last you went away
We spoke of dreams and desired themes
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Poetry - Loafer Party Conference By Patrick Henry
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The Loafer Party Conference meets at Muckcluster Railway Station:
No more dodgems or donkey-rides at some seaside soft option.
Rail buffet sandwiches curl sadly, or else in contempt the way
Prescott's lips snarl like a pit-bull; The Guardian of his Party,
Prowling roofs nightly, scaring
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Poetry - War Hero By Nikki Sheppeck
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Don't pity me,
Don't ask me why ?
Don't judge me on my circumstance,
Don't feel the need to hold me tight,
Don't pay attention to my plight,
Don't be so harsh, I had no choice.
My doubts convict my very soul.
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Poetry - Here Comes Another Daydream By Sean Davey
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Here comes another daydream,
You're here, I see your face!
I feel a poem coming from inside of me
The words slip into place.
I focus on your lovely smile,
To an artist, what a prize!
It's then I have to look away,
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Poetry - The Undiluted Genius Of Arnold Schwarzenegger By Joe Hakim
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What the hell are you?
Billy,
get to the chopper.
See you at the party,
Hauser.
Let off some steam, Bennet.
I will terminate obesity in all
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Poetry - The Law's The Law By Del Abe Jones.
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We forgive too many crimes
And we say that it's okay
Go ahead and break the Law
We don't mean them anyway.
They're enforced when they suit us
Or we'll pretend we didn't see
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Poetry - The Dog Ate My Lottery Ticket By Beth McGann.
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The dog ate my lottery ticket
So I turned him into a rug
Made his teeth into a necklace
and his bollocks into a top pair of earrings.
oh, no, it wasn't a winning lottery ticket,
I just couldn't stand the dog.
Read More
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