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Sunday Footie
By Darren Sant
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Excited young faces,
Stick thin legs and untied laces,
Breathlessly chasing the ball,
Youngsters large and small.
Proud parents look on,
Good goal son let's have another one,
Watching in the freezing cold,
Feeling tired and old.
Half-time and out comes the flask,
Cold hands make opening it quite a task,
Juniors won man of the match,
This weeks losers demand a rematch.
Gangly legs and too long shorts,
Sunday is a day for sports,
Our kids have a mission,
To uphold this proud tradition.
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Poetry - "Chemical Love" and "Digit-ull Shitty"
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By Rich Mills
I double dropped before I went in,
Being searched by the doorman put my head-in-a-spin.
I pays me money and am through the door,
Head starts to bob, soon drawn to the dance-floor.
Then through throbbing heart and a tribal beat,
Two pairs of dilated rolling eyes briefly meet.
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Poetry - "Obsession" By Nadie.
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I would ride madness
like the loins of a lover,
cast myself into Hell
even sleep with my brother.
I would swallow poison
and swear it was like nectar,
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Poetry - "OCTOBER MOON" By Nikki Sheppeck
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A beckoning dark October sky,
That bares a crescent moon to shine,
Amongst a star lit evening sky,
A clarity so clear so calm
Sets a scene from tree tops high.
Enchanted by angelic skys,
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Poetry - "Needle Whore" and "Divorce Number 2"
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By Rich Mills
Down the corridor and through the door,
There lives nothing more than a needle whore.
All his pathetic rock-star dreams,
Are slowly coming apart at the seams.
With song lyrics full of false metaphor,
He's a one-man psychological war.
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Poetry - Drink, by Shelly D.
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Drink in the morning,
drink at night.
Drink in the dark,
drink in the light.
Drink from the bottle,
drink from the can.
Drink like a fish,
as only you can.
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Drink at work,
drink at school.
Drink in the pub,
drink like a fool.
Drink while you're dancing,
drink when you're stoned.
Drink at your wedding,
drink 'cos your boyfriend
never phoned.
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Poetry - The Last Cigarette.
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by Lee Cassanell
There's a place I once knew
That no longer exists,
But I still smell its smoke in my hair
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Poetry - How do I compare thee & Repetition
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By By Sandy Jones
It's a mystery to me that when
The heart cries out Oh not again,
And you find yourself back in that place
Where you were once in pains embrace,
But from that spot you ventured forth
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Poetry - A thing of dreams & The only mark I wear (for you)
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By Jason Karlson
Many a night a knight will rescue you
But that’s not me my love
I am his proud white stead below
Speed you from the darkness with
Love written across my flank
And every mile I run
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Poetry - The Bard Of Bilton Grange
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By Nicholas Boldock
The hurtful glances made me try
To get out from my cage
And I looked towards the day I'd be
The Bard Of Bilton Grange
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Poetry - Electronic Liars.com
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By Darren Sant
You electronic cheating liars,
Words are your funeral pyres,
Words so silky smooth,
What is it you are trying to prove?
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Poetry - For those who lay dying.
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by Lee Cassanell
Sign me up
I'm off to war
I want to kill and fight
Please drop me on that desert floor
Let me join the side of right
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