Come sleep with me she said
Bring some warmth to my bed
That seems to spread acres wide
Now that it's empty on his side
Just for a while hold me tight
Shorten just one endless night
So full of hours that I have wept
Until exhausted and finally slept
Poetry - Larkin 25 - It's Good Innit? By Catherine Scott
This is Hull - wot we got?
Unemployment, no motivation
Teenage mums, no inspiration
It's good innit?
This is Hull - wot we got?
Beggars on street
Coppers on beat
Poetry - The Last Great Adventure? By Laurenceaux.
An 'end-game' of addiction, the despair of a life only going one-way: some people are pre-disposed to drug abuse, as they are to alcohol abuse, quite possibly because they are 'bored', but more probably because they have lost essential feelings of self-worth or have become detached from mainstream society, a society with ever increasing demands for total conformity.
Poetry - I Lost a Girl and a Car By John Dervishian
You shit on my car
because I was
but that's alright
I was days shy
of getting that
anyway Read more...
Poetry - Another Night Out By John Dervishian
She pours my drink
As often as
And she pours
A Jack on the rocks Read more...
Poetry - The Nearly Men By Terry Ireland
I am one of the nearly men
Never quite the best
Not really of the crowd
Not quite one of the rest.
You see us in every photograph
When the prizes are handed out
Making up the numbers yet Read more...
Poetry - Persecution Express By Mark Walmsley
A full head of steam, to fulfil one mans dream,
The train leaves the station, with recognisation
Bellowing black smoke, as the cargo does choke
The heave and strain, of the departing train
Carriages all broken, blindness no token,
The screams and the wails, at the stories and tales
Across field and valley, does not dilly-dally,
Poetry - An Old Vets Christmas By David Delaney
He shuffles down a quiet darkened street,
alone, he always dreads this time of year,
cause locals, he just does not wish to meet.
He eats collected scraps and drinks warm beer.
Now as the rain begins to softly fall
he crawls beneath a long deserted shop,
and hears the singing from the nearby hall
Poetry - Dreams By Dino
These are the things
I'd like to call dreams
These are the things
That are just dreams
Big glass heads
With eyes of despair
Poetry - Easy By Jessica Meador
It's so much easier
When I can't stand
Living in this
When I can't stand
Poetry - Gone Forever By Katelyn Langston
As I looked across the glimmering lake all I could do was sigh,
for I could never forget my husband, for he watches me way up high.
I can hear his old chair creak, when the whispering wind blows,
I still see his jacket on the coat rack when it snows.
I miss his soft and tender voice, coming from the den,
I miss his gentle footsteps whenever he came in. Read more...
Poetry - Out Rage By Belinda Barchard
pacing up and down
no one around
to hear the sound of me screaming
my gut wrenching squealing
might as well stop breathing
grab my wrists
and pin me down
Poetry - Weekend Wasters By Bronwyn Ellis
Mundane Mondays, tedious Tuesda'
8 o clock starts and sugar free muesli.
Wednesday's the mile point that breaks up the toil,
By Thursday you've buried your head in the soil.
Fridays the high day when weekend begins,
People mince round the office with permanent grins.
They're happy go lucky and no-one can spoil it, Read more...
Poetry - I Probably Deserved It By Mike Watts
Early hours Monday
I had this mad episode
I thought I was being
I could feel the pressure
Around my throat
Fingers crushing my
Poetry - Squaddie By Terry Ireland
You've got to have been a squaddie
To understand the life;
The friendships that are sometimes
Closer than a wife.
You can see them on the streets
Seldom on their own.
Squaddie life doesn't support
Much time spent alone. Read more...
Poetry - The Four Corners of the Earth By Christian Bundegaard
Sparks when the plough strikes our forefathers' helmets.
New soldiers on manoeuvres drink milk by the dry-stone wall.
Only creeping blue moss in winter sun knows
which moments eternity is connected to.
In the early misty morning the forest
And a man with a kopper shadow expire.
A green bird sits on a branch. Read more...
Poetry - The King is Bread, Long Life Milk From a collection of short stories and humorous poetry, The Unitary Authority of Ersatz by Richard Sutherland
O Foodstuff Golem King with eyes of pastrami,
lettuce leaf tongue and nostril salami,
as you perch on your throne of marmalade shred,
I can't help but gaze at your strawberry head.
How I long to lick sugar from those big doughnut ears,
and dip crumpet hands in sweet chocolaty tears.
You were always delicious, even as a baby,
nappies just perfect for soaking up gravy;
Poetry - The Festive Fifty By Jim Higo (Repubished with additions)
I could top the charts with a power number,
A political song, raise the masses from slumber,
Do a gig on the Humber.
Dance on stage with footwork nifty,
I'd rather be in the festive fifty.
I could get Mick Jones to produce my single,
Go to A list parties, and mingle,
Write a radio jingle.
Poetry - Industrial Dispute By Terry Ireland
in the warehouse
nearly empty shelves
they'd been ram raided
By a bunch
of discontented elves Recently
Poetry - Letters From Santa By Bronwyn Ellis
Dear little children near and far,
No matter just how good you are,
I've had enough I'm sad to say,
I won't be working Christmas day.
And so I write my grave confession,
I've fallen to the lands recession,
My reindeer Rudolph broke his hoof,
My heating bill is through the roof,
Poetry - Competition Commission By Joe Hakim
The rain crackles like static
on the window
and the laptop sighs at the end
of the bed. Fucked off by
forces I control
I roll cigarettes and wait
for a break, and flip
bleached coppers into
Poetry - Mugabe's Prayer By Terry Ireland
Thank you Good Lord
For this fine day
On which my power
Still holds sway
You will of course
I think agree
You get much support Read more...
Poetry - The Vicious Circle By Lee Cassanell
Day twenty nine and the rum had run out
I woke up in the hold with the driest of mouths
In a dress made of lace and a pain in my arse
I recalled being tied to the foot of the mast
Then recoiled at the thought of the cabin boys fate
There were sharks off the bough so we used him as bait
And his screams as the fiends shredded meat from his chops Read more...
Poetry - Jesus (Who's He?) By Bernard Franklin
Sometimes I pray so hard at Christmas
That the world will look again,
At the reasons why we have to take
Sweet Jesus name in vain.
Where once the commercial side of Christmas
Was a seedy sin we bore,
It's now outstripped the gospel's teaching Read more...