Questions By Chris Dawber

Who is the mother of the sun? Who is the father of the tide? Why must we promenade, walk, not run? And where do redundant Saturday's hide? Simple questions. Answer them. Are we who, what where or when? Copyright © Chris Dawber 2009

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Poetry - Insane and Crude But True By Tim Roux

I feel like championing rusty causes In the dark, whispering recesses of the world. I know that it makes no sense And that bankruptcy and derision loom But I still have an altar in my heart And a wild desire to save the world. Read more...

Poetry - The Slot By Mike Watts

A beer would be fatal And relaxing's out The question I need to move about Sip at a coffee That I'll pour away I'll take my third Read more...

Poetry - Should Time Stand Still By A J Grant

	Should time stand still for just one day, What would you do the people say, Climb Mountains high swim oceans deep, Ride rapid rivers a parachute leap, Sleep with the girl you see each day, Behind her desk never looks your way, Or sit and stare out into space, Read more...

Poetry - The Kings Town By Tom Stratton

	England, you tear me apart. From your southern shores To your northern, rotten streets Bearing down on my groggy mind. Your poles repel me And I rebel with all I have Against your loving charms Read more...

Poetry - My Angel Annie By Paul England

	For now you sleep with angels while the angels sleep with you I forever hold that love you gave in my heart it stays so true Those little things you did for me no words could now reveal an angel sent from heaven Read more...

Poetry - The Ex (to See) By Phil Pretheroe
	As she walked in he didn't know what to do, should he be mad or happy or somewhere in between? The love of the life so far greets him with a smile, a kiss and a hug. It's been so long that all the resentment lies cold as a rare touch of happiness warmly returns and a smile is mirrored back. Read more...

	It's all a lie both you and I were never meant to be An accident of circumstance and methane from the sea There is no plan No big 'I am' is floating high above us Read more...

Poetry - You know By Mike Watts

You shadow me Like a crow Fall on me Like black snow And from a burnt sky Thick with filthy rain, You pollute my brain. Read more...

Poetry - Unlimited Social Ailments By Laurenceaux

Andrea was a coke-head, she took it to the max. She peppered her body regularly, but never knew the facts. She knew she was lovin' it, she knew she had wings, She knew she had tracks, Read more...

Poetry - Acute Gravity By Steve Rudd
	The gravity of words; the line that's drawn in sand, The love that just won't die; the unrepentant man. These are the things we must never speak of. These are the kinds of crimes perpetrated by the blind. So much for the life and times of a bankrupt megalomaniac, Not to mention the lows and the highs Read more...

Poetry - Etherlink By Terry Ireland

I am thirty five she typed Which was just a trifle naughty For she was quite a long long way The other side of forty Just the age I like he typed For I am nearly thirty nine And I just love to chat with one Read more...

Poetry - The Face on the Henhouse Floor or Brewster's Last Stand ... By Maurice Fairfield
	In the world of chooks There's no place for sooks And a rooster must stand tall It's the toughest bird that rules the roost And the weak go to the wall Now Brewster the Sussex rooster Was solid and stringy and lean Read more...

Poetry - Feelings (republished with audio MP3 download) By Laurenceaux

I thought my love was underhand. But how wrong. So wrong. It welled up and filled my soul. Fast: 'till I could not hold. And how it came I cannot explain. But I am glad. Read more...

Poetry - Two Things By Mike Watts

Stuck inside Marooned without money Watching the rain Trickle skinny rivers Down the glass I'm trapped Behind Read more...

Poetry - Larkin About By Gary Clark

I knew it was Philip Larkin That bloke in the park With his long dirty raincoat and walks after dark Stood on the corner watching the Hull folk go by Single mothers with push chairs met with a condescending eye That strange bloke from Coventry Wearing a stupid brown hat. Read more...

Poetry - Haiku By Scott Rorrison
	Trees are shimmering Under a gold fluorescent Light, city at night. Indie kids are cool We all want to be like you, Call centre fodder. Clean Yorkshire Sundays Read more...

Poetry - Period Piece iii By Terry Ireland

'twas Christmas day in the work house Time for the residents' annual treat The warden opened the kitchen door So they could smell his cooking meat Now to our more modern minds That could be thought of as cruel But he thought it added spice Read more...

Poetry - Christmas Poem By Manuro
	The defecating swordfish of inhaled time: Tinsel on the tree of standing up, With baubles like the dignified bollocks Of elastic wind-up snails that throbbed Once too often for comfort according to Father Christmas, the rich Mr. Fat Ass. Read more...

Poetry - Stained Image By Chris Dawber

Pretty her, pity her, poor girl, Product of playful mankind, Wanton, wanting, needing, bleeding, A virginal slut, maligned, Who's the instigator? Is there a God? If there is, is he doing his job?    Read more...

Poetry - Good morning Hangover! By Phil Pretheroe
	Well good morning there, I'd ask how you are but I'm your hangover and I'm here like an unwanted scar! Thank me for your eyes burning, your head jumping and your stomach using the back of your tongue as a bungee that won't stop churning. Read more...

Poetry - Most People Poems Fail By Patrick Henry For Adrian Mitchell, 1932-2008
	That kind of writing ignores most people, Who will say 'to hell with it', one voice warned, When times struck crisis through the 'Sixties: Classes and ages splitting: defence against revolt. Songs and protests over Rights of the outsiders threatened, Sparked gulfs between safe Read more...

Poetry - Saturday Sob Story By Joe Hakim

I wasn't shown enough love as a child, spent my teenage years running wild. My uncle abused me in his garden shed, all the bullies at school messed with my head. I nearly lost it when my best friend died, I haven't spoke to my dad since he went inside, Read more...

Poetry - The Joy Of Realisation ... By Kerri R.
	The joy of the heart. The skip of the beat. When you realise. You can do this. The mind delays joy. And pushes forth. Doubts.     Read more...

Poetry - Reply to Where Is God? (by Michelle Dee) By Frankie Lassut
	God is everywhere. God gives free will. We don't understand this, because it allows souls their agendas When planes crash, sometimes people die But what if contracts were finished? Millions starve on television screens Read more...

Poetry - Colonic Irrigation By Manuro, Top Poet (based on an idea by Turduro, smelliest fan)
	Centreparcs for sweetcorn (Perfect, now scant sorcerer) I'm flushed with success (Swift schedule is much) Mushrooms from 1986 (Hhm, so rumors of 1698) Rinsed from my tubes Read more...

Poetry - Winter Sports By Mike Watts

Dogs that pause To piss Up icy poles Are meat To a deadly shot Shaping slushy Cannonballs Read more...

Poetry - Where Is God? By Michelle Dee
	Where is God? God is in the air. Where is God when planes career from the skies shattering dreams below? God is in the earth. Where is God when crops fail and millions starve on television screens? God is in our minds. Where is God when armies slaughter thousands without a thought? Read more...

Poetry - Who Turned On The Lights By Lee Cassanell

	A strange kind of karma is sweeping my floor These are turbulent times for the terminally bored A foreboding is brewing The plagues at his peak We might not last the day never mind last the week. Let us sleep Read more...

Poetry - Somewhere Beneath Me By Joe Hakim

twisted tongues flap like a broken reel of film as it runs through a projector white screen supernova burns words into retinas dead fingers tap contaminated criticism Read more...