The Sound of the Sea By Beth McGann

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 musing the north sea sweeps back... ...and returns... ...timeless....... and i saw the ocean and i saw the mountain and i saw the fog come down from the mountain to the ocean and the sound of the sea was silence

Copyright ©  Beth McGann 2006

Poetry - Ashes To Ashes By Patrick Henry
	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; Read more...

Poetry - The Battle of Cable Street 4th Oct 1936 - 4th Oct 2006 By Patrick Henry
	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. Read more...

Poetry - Oh, I Wish I'd Looked After Me Tits By Pam ('Chin') Aires
	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 Read more...

Poetry - Albert Hoffman's Bicycle By Joe Hakim

Falling off, falling out, in my mind there is no doubt that everyone is truly alone when surrounded by the    Read more...

Poetry - The Merman's Song By The Doc

	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 Read more...

Poetry - The Spoon Player By Maurice Fairfield
	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 Read more...

Poetry - A Poem For The Eternal Thinker By Shep

	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 Read more...

Poetry - Hot Date (For Better For Worse) By Katherine Horrex
	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 Read more...

Poetry - Faith, Hope And Charity By Maurice Fairfield
	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 Read more...

Poetry - The Interview By Katherine Horrex
	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, Read more...

Poetry - November Bride By Laura Fry

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 Read more...

Poetry -The Trial of Charles Roberts By Lee Cassanell

	Dead little girls, God is watching Dead little girls, Papers cry. The torment of realists, Unending The teardrops of Mothers, Read more...

Poetry - Fake Plastic Socialist Poets By Joe Hakim

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    Read more...

Poetry - Coffee In Plastic Cups By Shaun Heesom
	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 Read more...

Poetry - Loafer Party Conference By Patrick Henry
	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 Read more...

Poetry - War Hero By Nikki Sheppeck

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.    Read more...

Poetry - Here Comes Another Daydream By Sean Davey

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,    Read more...

Poetry - The Undiluted Genius Of Arnold Schwarzenegger By Joe Hakim

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    Read more...

Poetry - The Law's The Law By Del Abe Jones.

	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 Read more...

Poetry - The Dog Ate My Lottery Ticket By Beth McGann.

	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

Poetry - The Girl Who Brought The Shopping By Shaun Heesom
	The girl who brought the shopping Through wind and rain and snow Was more of a friend than I realised And I was less of a friend than I know For a time we were good mates You could say we were close for a while I went to her house and she to mine Read more...

Poetry - On Beginning To Recognise Moss By Beth McGann.

	I've had my dog for a year and a half now I love her to bits (as they say on Jeremy Kyle) But she's not the brightest spark in the funeral pyre She can't pass anything without sniffing it first She's petrified of missing a morsel (We call her The Hoover; I'm going to Read more...

Poetry - Family Fortunes By Mike Watts
	My sister Susan is dead. My parents too. They're both buried With dad's lot, where mother's on top For a change. The second to drop One gin-filled evening, I was there As she bounced off every stair. And later, to ease the grief Read more...

Poetry - Thoughts Broken Like Glass On A Pavement Outside The Pub By Joe Hakim

I don't check what they are before I take them just throw them into the back of my mouth like a giant radioactive lizard from a comic book eating the general public    Read more...

Poetry - Perfect Flower, Love and I Missed You 3 Poems By David Morris

	When you're with someone A person you care for deeply You can't imagine anything else You have the undeniable feeling. I can't stop thinking about her Enjoying the time we spend together This whole thing is an experience Read more...

Poetry - A Day To Remember By Del Abe Jones.

	Anniversary is not a proper word To mark the meaning of that day And now, five years from that date Is not nearly far enough away. Too many families and loved ones Still feel that pain down in their soul From the Towers to the Pentagon Read more...

Poetry - High Summer In A Field By The A1079 By Beth McGann.

	The sungod has pulled the day's tinderbox-taut Until they slow down And stick. Like great white mirage-stones waiting to be snapped like a brittle bleached bone, So each stolen move of air Read more...

Poetry - The Deciding Test By Patrick Henry
	It's not cricket, old boy; never like this among The Members at Lords. We played the game, not sledging and slanging these bad words. An Aussi Umpire gruff as a bear: a stern Paki, each call each unfair. War is diplomacy by another means. Read more...

Poetry - Terminal Crisis By Patrick Henry
	Icarus on wax wings crashed failing to reach the sun. Quest for the sun in sure, high-speed flying, carries on For those from grey islands who long for Tenerife: Long since Icarus, the journey easy, safe and brief, Planes go faster, but airport queues grow long and slow. Soon round the world in one Read more...

Poetry -One She Was In Care By Michelle Dee
	So, she took her first gulp of air At the age of one she was in care Father in prison, mum nowhere "She's got something wrong with her heart" they told her. "That's why she doesn't love you, Read more...

Poetry - Be all you want to be By Michelle Dee
	Being all you want to be For you meant the world to me Would be good to set you free Being all you want to be Maybe you could not believe See you smiling in my sleep Read more...

Poetry - Novel Moves to Montmartre By Patrick Henry
	Place Cliché high on city squalor reeks of Henry Miller or Henri Toulouse- Lautrec, And one character here come-lately. I invent myself in a cheap attic Down Rue Barbes, Street of Beards, at times assuming the guise Read more...

Poetry - Let's Blow Up America By Patrick Henry
	Stan Freeberg writes the scenario, Tom Lehrer does the songs, "Let's Blow Up America", best musical since Springtime for Hitler won the gongs, When Jews of Manhattan broke a leg to get hot tickets to catch Read more...

Poetry - The Fallen By David Morris

	The church bell tolls It's heard 61 times In honour of those who have fallen In honour of those who gave their lives. Those who battled for us They won us our freedoms Remember those who did that Read more...

Poetry - Jimmy By Shaun Heesom
	Jimmy was a Corporal, he went to fight in France Ellis only had one leg, so couldn't really dance Aunt Ada came with Ellis, her house so dark 'n' grim "Come into the parlour", and me Dad shoved me in Laura worked in a butter factory, on the banks of the Hull Jimmy shaved in an enamel bowl, Laura kept it full Inside an air raid shelter, Read more...

Poetry - I Confess By Mike Watts
	Coming home one Friday night Scranning burgers and half pissed Me and a mate stopped to talk to three prossies All smoking in the doorway of a charity shop. "What would I get for a quid?" Me mate said belching and flicking onion Read more...

Poetry - Trouble At Number Ten (a.ka. my next home) By Katherine Horrex
	I find him in the kitchen angrily carving potatoes into polygons, because he feels at fifty three that he's washed up already. Beads of sweat now slide from where creases of smiles once shone. He is singed by age like a tree - Read more...