Back in 96
damn I lost my head
shit I fell apart
when I found a brother dead
Friends they sold me out
while fools they sold me short
well tell them fools I'm back
cos the devil won't be taught Read more...
Poetry Larkin 25 -The Hands of Time By Malcolm Wilson Bucknall
Etched and wrinkled by the winds,
Tormenting as they drift.
Elements of time have scarred
Faces of granite cliffs.
Whipped and lashed by angry crests
That leap up from the sea,
Faces of gaunt granite rocks
Grimace their misery. Read more...
Poetry Squid By Christy Hall
The hook still snagged in its alien-like gob,
I gut the squid, slob, laid to rest:
a rubbery slab, quick-death, done-job.
A squabble of tentacles, its own busy head crest.
Arrow-shaped head cut from hood cavity.
Next the beak, squid-man incommunicado.
His sea-words and song left to me, Read more...
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Love's Vigil By Brian Hodgins
Little old lady standing there
Eyes of blue and silvery hair
Pavement glistens with winter's frost
A vigil kept for the love you lost
He sailed away one early dawn
To break your heart, left to mourn
Dark curly hair, a smiling face
A lover's kiss, a last embrace Read more...
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Help for the Heroes By Patricia Gray
Come on help the Heroes, give your fifty pences
When will the government come to its senses?
They're sent into battle and give of their blood
In a war far away, does it do any good?
Blindness, deafness, serious amputations
Limitless gratitude owed by the nations
They're sent into a war and they give of their best Read more...
Poetry - All Because of Him By Katelyn Langston
There's pain, there's hurt, and there's suffering
All because of him
There's habits that can't be broken, and heartache
All because of him
There's been friendships broken, and memories demolished
All because of him
There's been tears of joy, and tears of sorrow
All because of him Read more...
Poetry - Larkin 25 - Girls Night Out By Liz Healey
It's girl's night out
Rita gave me the shout,
We're off on a crawl down road
It's always all right
On a Saturday night
With a dry white wine and soda.
Sheree's a bit down,
She shops around town
Since her job went bust at Croda. Read more...
Poetry - Events and Things By Terry Ireland
This took place in gentler times
As one of my age knows
When folks actually smoked at work
Before our Nanny State arose
That bird in the short, short skirt
Leans over the copying machine
As I try to tear my Eyes Away Read more...
Poetry - Hello Death By Robert Swan
Hello Death, I've got no fears,
As you look, I'm in tears.
Slimy green bones
Attempting to scare;
There's no wonder mortals stare.
I will snigger, as you swing your scythe, Read more...
Poetry - Bloodlines By Terry Ireland
Sixty five years ago
And very few lessons learned
From that Victory in Europe
So painfully earned;
No swords into ploughshares,
Few signs of any will,
To learn to live in peace
Rather than war and kill. Read more...
Poetry - Election Fever By Terry Ireland
They all want your vote, folks
Teflon Dave, millionaire by birth,
Hobnobbing with the hoi polloi and
Promising everyone the Earth.
Slick Nick, like Teflon Dave, but
Just a different Public School,
Threatens not to play
If they don't change the rules.
Poetry - Campfire Thoughts By David Delaney
Sitting by the campfire glow
do you drift in silent thought
think of diggers young and brave
and countries where they fought
Resting in their compound safe
did they stare at lucent flame
then imagine if they could
Poetry - Last Sunday Morning By Patrick Henry
Saturday night went. We'd worked all day at factory, farm or store.
Next, a quick bath; tea of stew or kippers; then off
To the pictures where Bogart guns down rich bad guys;
Or dance at The Palais. Cool girls taunting. Hot bands swing.
Church bells toll the doom of Sunday morning.
Pubs will shut at two. Back home, roast beef hits the plate. Read more...
Poetry - Poetry Workshop By Terry Ireland
Nah, that's not for me,
But Cilla E-mailed
Just come and see.
Joe and Mike at the front
And one of them said
Poetry is better spoken
Than being read
Where does it come from?
Poetry - A Fervent Prayer to Gordon Brown By Brian Cotton
Hello and good Morning to the Hotel Splendid
I'd love to stay but my sentence has ended,
Truth be known I could do with some more time
Should have committed a serious crime,
Hey Mr. Brown can you hear what I say
It's not too bad in here through the day,
We got tellies, computers even some pool, Read more...
Poetry - I'm Handing In My Notice By Catherine Scott
I'm handing in my notice
I'm on my way - I quit
I'm leaving, I'm resigning
I've had enough of it
The sad thing is you've just no idea
That you've created this atmosphere
Respect has gone there's only fear