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Last Updated: 23/08/2009 21:35:04
Walk And All
By Holly Roach
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You told me
'Nobody puts baby in the corner!'
as you asked me to dance.
You thought it was funny
and would score your chick flick, heart melting points
but you're no Patrick Swayze
and I'm no Plain Jane dancing Queen just waiting to be discovered
so the atmosphere just fell flat
as you taught me moves to the Pachanga
I never would remember
and wouldn't fulfill my days with worth,
but still you had amateur Swayze moves,
attempting to master the talk
and the outfit down to the boots,
walk and all
but something was still amiss,
not quite right
and then I realised as you told me
to 'Bend with my knees and prepare for a lift.'
a fan of watermelons
I always prefer sidekicks to stars,
cousin to lead,
Billy to Johnny
everytime.
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Copyright © Holly Roach 2008
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Poetry - Our Love? With audio MP3 download By Laurenceaux.
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My Love
is a kinda strange love,
for my love hurts me so.
Our love
is a kinda strained love,
for our love is mine alone.
You told me -
you told me that you loved me.Read more...
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Poetry - Flames By Lee Cassanell
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The ashes were scattered
my flatter had flittered
the flickering was fluttering
the muttering had cometh
A day in the gaze of the days
that are gone
brought a sigh and a tear
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Poetry - As Luck Would Have It By Bronwyn Ellis
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Luck for some is more than chance,
A gift that can't be bought,
Some people sail through life unscathed,
Whilst others straws are short.
He never knew if luck would change,
But still he took precautions,
In staying far away from things which added to misfortunes.
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Poetry - Moonwalking and Whalesong By Rivelino
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Moonwalking eternally across the earth in silhouette,
America watched you shedding skins contaminating
ethnic colouring's, she reflected back an
inverted dream where white is black, history's
eye filtering slavery and genocide through
distorted sight. King of pop crowned with fire
composing songs on a cosmic lyre, heaven withheld
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Poetry - Lily Pond By Joe Hakim
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In the autumn of
the last year when I
felt the need
to know everything
about everything,
I had the power
to turn gardens into
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Poetry - Ever Decreasing Circles By Belinda Barchard
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The river echoes the pains,
Of broken hearts, of broken minds,
Even if I embrace my heart and my mind,
It can never feel so sweet,
Like a melody already played,
Forever in your ears,
But lacking the intensity.
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Poetry - Hull Big Screen By Mark Walmsley
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What a bloody eyesore
Tinned noise and what for?
We leave our sad life behind
Only to bloody well find
Another TV we've got away from
To see this giant abomination
This broken down screen
Hull's supposed to be green, yet,
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Poetry - Long Long Ago (Fado Fado) By Dayne Coyne
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Long, long ago
And oh so far away
I can't remember
Did it ever really happen?
It must have been far, far away
And oh so long ago
I can't remember
Did I ever really know
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Poetry - As It Was By Mike Watts
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Shower light's still on
Cheap coffee's gone
Been asked where I've been
Can smell Mr Sheen
A liner in the bin
Pornography's missing
Toilet flushes blue
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Poetry - On Yer Todd By Joe Hakim
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I'm the last piece of spaghetti
in the jar in the cupboard,
I'm the kid picked out
by the nit nurse,
I'm the unclaimed purse
in the cloakroom.
I'm the only coin in the
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Poetry - On Patrol in Afghanistan, A Soldier's Tale By Andy Grant
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The call to prayer as dusk falls in
The moonlight starts to shine
All around fear grows within
With the sound of gunfire rounds,
The mortar flash the home made bomb
The small arms fire afar
The dessert night is cold and still
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Poetry - The Unhappy Clown By Bronwyn Ellis
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A glance at his reflection before painting on his face,
His scarlet smile stretched wide across a pure white, pallid base,
The gaudy stripes of colour worn in contrast to his frown,
A teardrop in the cornflakes from this poor and saddened clown,
A lifetime making others laugh makes humour seem so tragic,
The repetitious magic tricks had somewhat lost their magic,
Balloons transformed to animals before the children's eyes,
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Poetry - No Practical Skills Required By Mark Walmsley
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Congratulations and well done, on the purchase of your new kit
The enclosed easy instructions, will show you how to fit
All the packaged items, contained and arranged as seen
Will give you years of good use, the best that's ever been
Take out the parts from box 'A', and place them on the floor
Place bags '1','2','3' and '4' with the hammer and a saw
Get yourself a screwdriver, a tape and resin Glue
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Poetry - Lonely Boy By Dayne Coyne
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Suspended in the world of twilit sentiments
That flickered dimly through his sad grey eyes
Resigned to stagnant future the boy viewed himself
As now constrained by fate to tread the aisles
That retreat into the past
Between the half-forgotten memories
Where sorrow's line is cast
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Poetry - Flag By Laurenceaux
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I saw our flag
flapping and stuttering against its pole.
I saw our flag straining,
writhing and contorting
in a wind of change.
I saw the pole unbending.
Dogmatic in its stance,
leashing and lashing the flag
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Poetry - Soldier, Farewell By Patrick Henry
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Under the flag he chose to serve,
Marching no more down roads aflame,
The soldier fallen lies held in where the pall
Bearers pass the ranks for his last time.
Few words will tell or heal the loss.
Bugle notes stand for the unspoken thought.
Those nearest share the deepest hurt.
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Poetry - Winter Rain 09 and A Tale of Romance By Phil Pretheroe
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She wore red,
always.
A dress,
floaty.
Like it was summer,
it was December.
She danced,
gracefully.
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Poetry - 500 Yards By Mike Watts (Video)
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I side step
Dog shit
A syringe
A wounded tampon
From some
Dirty minge
A crushed can
On somebody's bonnet
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Poetry - Fall of a House in Ulster By Patrick Henry
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To go across the sea to Northern Ireland,
Could mean curtains for you, closing your last day.
Thinking to see sunset ablaze along The Lagan,
It's your house torched by those wanting you out of the way.
Memory of tense times recent in The Troubles,
Jogs at sight of boarded windows, from where some had flown,
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Poetry - All To Come By Mike Watts
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Amid the intensity
Of summer
When
I meander
Through afternoons
Chaotic
With crowd
And colour
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Poetry - The Modern World - Art Girl By Scott Rorrison
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Art girl
Innocent retro
Art girl:
How I've watched
In rapt summertime bewilderment
The rattle-bump
Of your steel framed shopper
Careering down 'Grannies Hill';Read more...
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Poetry - Lukewarm Water and Loneliness By Laurenceaux
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Like water
I flow around you
giving at every turn,
carrying you above the rocks
and trying to cushion your life.
But water dammed for too long
can overflow its banks,
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Poetry - Interpretations By Joe Hakim
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This poem is about getting up in the morning
getting washed, getting dressed and heading
out into the day
This poem is about stubbing your toe
on the edge of a door
This poem is about all the people
who are desperate to see you fail
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Poetry - Maybe I'm Just Crazy By Paul England
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Maybe I'm just waiting
to move on to the next life
as thoughts cut through my mind
like the mad man with a knife
In the darkness of redemption
stood the poet with no voice
for my youth destroyed my soul
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Poetry - Buy One Get One Free By Mark Walmsley
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Buy now and save with 'splat' you will be utterly amazed
Our busty blondes that advertise it, will leave you purely dazed
It works wonders in the bath and around the kitchen sink
It turns all surfaces sparkling clean or that's what we make you think
By now you will be hypnotized, to our advertisement plea
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Poetry - Dream By Phil Pretheroe
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I've seen bombs on trains,
And buildings meet planes,
But I've never seen a black man in the white house.
I've seen boys walk and wave,
Turn to men and march to graves,
But I've never seen a black man in the white house.
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