The Farmers Market By Gary Clark

I saw a farmers market today on Prinny Dock side A good place for a market thought I How long have farmers made plastic tractors for kids? And little aeroplanes that fly around on a stick? Looked a bit desolate, the traders bored stiff Not many farmers and nowt for a quid The fat and the skinny the big and the tall rush past eating McDonalds no-ones bought from a stall pushing their tansads, with snotty nosed bairns With the umbrella selling farmer hoping it rains The city looks scruffy the people run down Who has taken all the money out of this town? The pretend farmers will soon pack up and go with tales of a city where the people all look poor Back to their farms on Orchard Park Road Shopping at Tescos for more stock to unload On the unsuspecting people eager to buy not very fresh produce at a price that's sky high.

Copyright © Gary Clark 2009

Poetry - The Power Switch By Patrick Henry
	"What's on the box tonight?" No hopes hold high. From The News at tea-time, I switch off to digest. The threats and lunacies chalked up today. A Martian landing here would take this planet for A mental asylum for the damaged Universe: This screen its monitor, or CCTV for a crime scene; Where slick producers, robbed of their senses, Read more...

Poetry - City of The Moon By Tom Rooks

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Poetry - Recycle By Jenny Halliday

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Poetry - Dead Legends By Joe Hakim

Making the ultimate career move - when you've got nothing left to prove it can seem like the only choice - become a disembodied voice emanating from a speaker, a strong signal that will never get weaker. The preservation of legacy, Read more...

Poetry - Hanuman's Disciples By Steve Rudd
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Poetry - Subject Matter By Mike Watts

She rolled down her Black leggings And lowered herself Onto the pot Her bleached denim skirt Hiding That special pink As she focused Read more...

Poetry - What did she look like? By Maurice Fairfield
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Poetry - Winter Song By Joe Hakim

I've got a cold so I get in bed with my clothes on, my feet are frozen. I hate this time of year - hibernating with my eyes open, medicine is chosen. Wondering where the sun has gone; Read more...

Poetry - 'Ull By Jenny Halliday

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Poetry - January Mornings By Gary Clark

If it wasn't for the football I think I'd go mad Dark January mornings they make me so sad If only I could win something on the national lottery I'd be out of here so quickly that nobody would find me Sat in my kitchen watching daytime TV I never thought so little would happen to me Read more...

Poetry - The Sailor's Romance By Laurenceaux

Who she is I cannot say, for she is the wind - calm or ruthless. Where she comes from I cannot say for she - is the wind. The wrath of her I have incurred - with whistling voice and icy fingers. Read more...

Poetry - Resting In Peace By Chris Dawber 1947 - 2009

I lay here, beneath the soft, waved, silken soil, Alive seeing nothing, now dead, seeing all. I see air, it's blue, it really is, Why now, for the first time, do I see this? Contrasting, kaleidoscopic scene, Only now, that I've gone, knowing where I've been. Compacted mud and wood can't hide, The wonders I've perceived, since I've died. Read more...

Poetry - Tagged By Joe Hakim

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Poetry - Valentine By Phil Pretheroe
	My valentines a drunkard, a psychopathic mess, like a schizophrenic's abstinence-ending wet dream, he's 86 personalities and they're all hard to impress. Sometimes he never really smiles, never laughs aloud, never talks to people who want to be part of a crowd. 'Peacocks', 'wankers', 'scum of the earth!' - Read more...

Poetry - 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? Read more...

Poetry - From This Place By Tim Roux

The death of a murderer is not so sad, It but takes away what he never had. And if you find this a somber text, I speak of this life, not the next. Where he may recline on sun-kissed beaches, Breathing hope and slurping peaches, Knowing his worst life to be done, Read more...

Poetry - Ring By Laurenceaux

There's a ring of truth upon my finger protecting me from the past. A ring of contentment white with age forever more to last. A sign of fidelity confirming reality, in a groove of mutated skin, Read more...

Poetry - Not One Of Us? By Chris Dawber

He tramps the streets of shadowed life, The wrong side of the two edged knife. No miscreant he, not understood, No misericorde*, to kiss his blood. We think we know him, but know him nought, For can we know the man's distraught. Past the local, lively chat, Read more...

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

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Poetry - The Kings Town By Tom Stratton

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	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
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Poetry - The Right to Rule By Patrick Henry
	The Bother Boys come blowing in, By stealth through the back door. Euro Polls gave them the nod. Round corners lurk dozens more. Garbed like bouncers, they’re in fact Gatecrashers, sneaking backwards in, Thought a loony fringe safely outside; Read more...

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	The snow. That's what it came down to. And, of course, the cold That penetrated the folds So the sheep couldn't see the shelter Amidst the pristine whiteout. That's why they roamed At right angles to shepherds, Read more...

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Poetry - Ode to the Insomniac By Scott Rorrison

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	Has anybody told you that you're ugly? Has anybody told you that you're fat? Has anybody said you have a face for the radio? Well they have me, and well, that's that. Has anybody said that you're lovely? Has anybody said that you're cute? Read more...

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It was the Yanks And Russians That frightened me Winding each other up Constantly It bothered me More than girls Read more...

Poetry - The Headlines By Joe Hakim Video:

The headlines scream at me - I'm eating flyers and chewing coffee grounds, looking for all the losts I've found. A job for life or eventuality, at least my teevee isn't guilty of impartiality. The kid on the bike, teeth hanging off the back, front wheel stuck in the railway track, Read more...

Poetry - Addictive substance By Mark Walmsley
	It starts early in the morning, the first thing in my head I shake with a fever, Mouth all dry as I step wearily from my bed I hope I have enough powder left from yesterday's last fix I am a useless shell without it, and it's only half past six Down the stairs I steady myself, shakily I go Read more...

Poetry - Nonsense (inspired by Manuro) By Laurenceaux

The wide mouthed speaker swallowed my soul as the light spoke to the wall, casting shadows from a chair that spoke in raindrops, and wept for the mythical king who lost his throat and his farting Read more...

Poetry - My Blood In Every Line By Paul England

	Shit I'm just like shady when digging up my pain, I wrote my lines of life with blood from every vain. I wrote that shit with heart but no one even read, my blood has been forgotten Read more...

Poetry - Hull City Stay Up By Michelle Dee
	By hook or by crook Hull City stayed up. No win today, but Newcastle's result went our way. City fans can breathe again, three cheers for Phil Brown's men Around the KC the tigers roar, Read more...

Poetry - The Right Hand of God By Mark Walmsley
	I bless this creation, the animals and all The Garden of Eden, the trees so tall The crystal waters that run through the brook Fresh air you breathe, I will record in my book I curse the land, you cast me beneath I swear a vengeance through my gritted teeth The fire and torment I endure each day Read more...

Poetry - Resisting Arrest By Steve Rudd
	When words fail what's left? A look in the eye. Desire is dead. Perhaps it never sparked in the first place, I'd be a much saner man had I never seen her face. Where beauty convenes, heartache feeds. It's not in a man's nature to walk away. An image in my mind holds me captive. Read more...

Poetry - Post Millennium Tension By Joe Hakim

I'd thought about it a lot - when I was playing with Optimus Prime reading 2000AD and listening to 1999. The prospect of being twenty-one years old at the dawn of the new millennium Read more...

Poetry - Write Off By Mike Watts

A van had overturned And I was wedged in Bumper to bumper For over an hour Being tortured By a piss That I was preparing To surrender to Read more...

Poetry - The National Express By Phil Pretheroe

	The roar of the car, (or the splutter of the heap), past the shops, past the pubs, and it lays to rest. A run to the station, past the building site, Read more...

Poetry - Good Riddance London town (Robber in the Night) By Laura Fry

	Goodbye London town There's no way I'll miss you at all I never got your glamour You just made me feel so small There's no such thing as safety For any woman on her own In a place they'd kill you Read more...

Poetry - Dirty Daydreams and Dentists By Mike Watts

I was miles away Stood with a semi-on At a bus-stop Directly opposite Ann Summers Whose big square eyes Bulged With well-fit Read more...

Poetry - That's Life! and What's The Point? By Laurenceaux

In a world of insecurity built upon adversity and ruled with hypocrisy by oft' corrupt bureaucracy, that pollute the word democracy with aims of autocracy, silently eating individuality Read more...

Poetry - Backstreets of the Heart By Steve Regan, the King of Hull

Terraced houses, home and hearth, They used to limit my ambitions; Now they sharpen my horizons, Make me love that I belonged To something so good. Gladly will I dwell among them still. Each day I see back yard walls Read more...

Poetry - A Park for the People By Gary Clark

Built on some land on the wrong side of town A sweetener for the people whose houses they pulled down Provided by money from the Queens Jubilee A gift from the council for the new community The mud, the dog mess, and overgrown rose beds Where once it was new and pristine and clean A place to admired, a place to be seen Read more...

Poetry - The Power Switch By Patrick Henry
	"What's on the box tonight?" No hopes hold high. From The News at tea-time, I switch off to digest. The threats and lunacies chalked up today. A Martian landing here would take this planet for A mental asylum for the damaged Universe: This screen its monitor, or CCTV for a crime scene; Where slick producers, robbed of their senses, Read more...

Poetry - City of The Moon By Tom Rooks

The magpies surveyed, Arrayed, Through symmetrical eyes With footsteps on an empty street Conveyed, With symmetrical stride Silence, silence Read more...

Poetry - As Good As It Gets By Mike Watts

Sometimes I think My life is fantastic I've actually got everything I could ever need It would be obscene To want anything more This morning for example: Read more...

Poetry - Did You See By Joe Hakim

did you see the day when it fell flat on its face and then slowly got up and Read more...

Poetry - Tending My Rose and Fallen Angel By Laurenceaux

Wandering the garden of life I longed for a flower. I needed a flower, for looking about people tended theirs large and small, short and tall; and I tended nothing. Read more...

Poetry - Post Cod War Blues, November 1991 By Terry Ireland

St Andrews fish dock has been long closed down for there's barely a fleet to sail from the town the old lock gates where the trawlers queued to land for the markets are no longer used a metalled road runs over the lock and no water runs between river and dock buildings are tumbled or razed to the ground and its quiet and eerie with only the sounds Read more...

Poetry - To Us Poor Debtors By Tim Roux

To us poor debtors, The visit of the mailman Is a daily call to shame For having lived For having loved For having hoped For having dreamed. Read more...