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Last Updated: 04/04/2005 11:00:04
THE PEOPLE'S POPE
By Del 'Abe' Jones
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One billion Catholics round the Earth
Are in mourning for Pope John
And although He will be laid to rest
His Gentle Spirit will move on.
His Great Legacy of all those years
Will be a part of our History
Out of the Oppression in Poland
To the Freedom of the Papacy.
Some say He was the Power
That brought Communism’s falling
And He brought millions to the Church
Who had never heard the Calling.
He was respected by the People
Of all the Faiths, not just His own
The most Popular and Loved Pope
The Modern World has ever known.
He will be missed by this World
For there will never be another
And He will, ...Be not afraid!...
On His Journey, to that Other.
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Copyright © Del "Abe" Jones Sunday, April 3, 2005
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Poetry - FOREVERGREEN (Big Tree) By Del "Abe" Jones
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For thirty-five hundred years
You've towered o'er this land
Almost one hundred forty feet
The great height that you stand.
Fifty thousand board feet
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Poetry - FROM BIRTH TO DEATH By Del 'Abe' Jones
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The Government thinks it knows best
Wants to tell us how to live our life
They even want to make decisions
That should be between a Man and Wife.
Their morals and beliefs they think
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Poetry - YEAR TWO and A MOSAIC By Del 'Abe' Jones
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It's the second Anniversary
Of one more War for our Nation
Some are still in "Shock and Awe"
And there will be no Celebration.
More than fifteen hundred Dead
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Poetry - Poverty By Andrea Longstaff
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Didn't have a pot to piss in and
That's the truth
A vague recollection of a leaky roof
Dad's an alcoholic, living in fear
Didn't want him watch him cut mam's
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Poetry - SAINT PATRICK'S DAY By Del 'Abe' Jones
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The Patron Saint of Ireland
Died in the Fifth Century
On the Seventeenth of March
Is that Anniversary.
That day is during Lent
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Poetry - One Match Left. By Lee Cassanell
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What now for the boozers
The last of the users
The bastards
The blaggards
The boy's
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Poetry - An Indian's Lament By Darren Sant
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Betrayed by the white man,
Robbed of our homeland,
The Great Spirit will avenge us,
We were free as an eagle,
Now we are bound to the earth,
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Poetry - Marriage and Boredom By Darren Sant
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You can't be happy forever,
Are you barking mad?
Have you lost your senses?
Is what I hear.
May be a pagan ritual,
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Poetry - Friendship By Darren Sant
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If love is satins sheets,
Then friendship is an easy smile,
If hate is a loaded gun,
Then friendship is a white dove,
If oppression is a wall,
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Poetry - Maybe Next Week By Joe Hakim
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You're sat at a bar and
the decision you need
to make, but can't,
sits across from you and tries
to stare you out.
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Poetry - A Bad Case of Paranoia One Morning By Joe Hakim
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Slowly
it begins to dawn on you-
the people you thought
were friends
aren't;
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Poetry - I See Myself in You. By Lee Cassanell
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Nothing left but the breeze
That I felt on my face for a time,
Gone all my hopes
Disappeared with the smoke
To a place I can't fathom or find,
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Poetry - The Price of Oil By Maggie Clegg
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Eyes are blinded, stinging, burning,
Heart is thumping, feeble, failing,
Wings are cold, clammy, weak,
Can't draw a breath through tar-bunged beak.
The innocent birds die by the score
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Poetry - My Love-Hate Relationship with the White Working Class By Jane Foster
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I get chatting to an old bloke on the street,
Real friendly, salt of the earth, definitely.
And he puts his hand on my cheek
And although it's not PC
I giggle a bit, 'cos I know instinctively
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Poetry - TERROR By Del 'Abe' Jones
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Does the sound of bombs exploding
And the hot shrapnel humming by
Sound different when, "in Freedom's name"?
Cause less terror in the victim's eye?
Does the searing pain feel different
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Poetry - Dreams By Darren Sant
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A wavery image flutters before a bleary eye,
You reach for it,
In vain you try to make sense of the image,
Freud & Jung laugh at your attempts,
Does it bode well for the future?
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Poetry - A Valentine By Maurice Fairfield
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The Germans say Ich lieber dich
the French say Je t'adore
the Spanish say, Ti amor
The Greeks si Agapo
In all the tongues of all the World
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Poetry - Will You Please Be My Valentine? By Del 'Abe' Jones
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Remember when a Valentine
Was just a name that you just drew
And you could give that Paper Heart
To someone you barely knew.
Or you maybe gave your Heart
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Poetry - Valentine™ - Noel Coward's posthumous works By King Rat
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I love your sensuous lips and your deep blue eyes
Transformers, robots in disguise
I love the passing night, your gentle hand in mine
Mask crusaders working overtime, fighting crime
Laughing persona, an aura that
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