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Last Updated: 09/12/2008 13:30:15
Somewhere Beneath Me
By Joe Hakim
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twisted tongues flap
like a broken reel of film
as it runs through a projector
white screen supernova
burns words into retinas
dead fingers tap
contaminated criticism
toxic envy eroding
irradiated irritation
poisonous opinions
hiss through teeth
a reactor breach
the fools preach
the idiots reach
and the leeches suck
the bitterness of defeat
your shadows are just
stains on the street
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Copyright © Joe Hakim 2008
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Poetry - Birds Like That By Mike Watts
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Got chatting to this lass
Swear down
She was as fit as fuck
You would have took
Her for a model
She was class
So I shot to the bar
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Poetry - Midnight By Laurenceaux
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Tiptoe to my chamber,
as the clock it strikes the hour;
the hour of day to day.
Tiptoe to my chamber,
and knock upon my door;
that knock I've often heard before.
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Poetry - Look Close. Who Are You? By Kerri R.
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Look for your heart.
Tell me when you find it.
What does it say.
What does it want.
Close your eyes.
Watch the darkness.
Do you feel hollow.
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Poetry - Introspection Poem By Manuro
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inward:
nightly
the
rigorously
observing
self
pervades
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Poetry - I Don't Like Christmas (Inspired by the Boomtown Rats) By Laura Fry
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All the crass decorations are in the shops
Despite the fact that it's only October
And with all the same inane songs on the radio
I really don't feel like staying sober
I tell you half the world is starving
But you truly don't give a damn
And I can see no reason
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Poetry - The National Day Of Mourning (or The American Way) By Del Abe Jones.
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For some it's a Day of Thanks
And for some a Day to Mourn
With those conflicting stories
Of how Thanksgiving was born.
Some say a friendly gathering
Of Pilgrims and the Indians
People from a far off Land
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Poetry - Thanksgiving By Del Abe Jones.
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A day for the turkey
Candied yams and pumpkin pie
The time to gather family
To gives thanks, is really why
For, the bounty on our tables
And the freedoms, we all share
To do what'ere we're able
To travel here and there
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Poetry - Aardvark By Terry Ireland
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I went for a walk with an Aardvark
In a forest of beer bottle trees,
Entranced by their gentle swaying,
Hanging and clinking in the breeze;
And I found a top spanner bush
Growing at a convenient height
And me and my friend the Aardvark
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Poetry - The Girl With The Dynamite Kiss By Lee Cassanell
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Stuck in reverse and a rum from the hearse
but then worse things still happen at sea.
I've taken up cards but I don't have the hearts and the clubs won't stop raining on me.
I've checked all the faces and tossed all the aces
the places I've been don't exist.
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Poetry - Life Lines By Joe Hakim
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There are the times when
you expect it to save you.
When everything else has
fallen to pieces
and you're caught between
wanting to hurt yourself and
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Poetry - Lines So Deep By Paul England
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I'm writing lines so near
cos maybe I'm not you
can you feel this too
as I rhyme my life so true
can you still propel
while the world all thought you fell
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Poetry - Oh What a Lovely War By Laurenceaux
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The war wasted men,
the trench souls
and minds
puppeteered from above
by mustachioed children.
Animated ants
crawled over dead
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Poetry - Sizdah Be Dar By Lee Cassanell
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Jocose lies from joker's lips
Upon this day
The truth is flipped
I'm Jewish
Amish
Mormon born
I read the runes
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Poetry - Judges Solution By Chris Dawber
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Judge and Clerk in chambers,
Before the mornings court,
Behind every crime an addict,
Increases heroin bought.
Each addict becomes a pusher,
Who then makes a hundred more.
The law is losing hands down,
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Poetry - Poppy Day 11th November By Terry Ireland Photograph by Graham Tall
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The long dead soldier on the Cenotaph
Lies above each scarlet wreath
Precisely placed by each dignitary
On that stone plinth beneath.
A solitary bugle pours out
The haunting liquid sounds
Of tribute and remembrance
Into those streets all around.
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Poetry - READ This!. By Danny James Archer
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You trust in words,
the 'paper' they are written on is a lie to begin with.
We believe in verbs and nouns but who invented them?
'the person who wrote your history book made it all up!'
Apparently a man made the world in 7 days.
A 'TOP SELLER' as well, it always will be.
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Poetry - Mind the Gap By Joe Hakim
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It's unnatural,
all of us crammed in
like last minute revision.
As I hurtle towards my destination,
I'm surrounded by
people with headphones stuffed
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Poetry - Here For A Purpose? By Chris Dawber
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I'm the Unknown Warrior,
A man, with dubious fame.
I lie here, as a symbol,
But no-one knows my name.
But remember, I was a person,
I lived, I breathed, I swore,
A typical, frightened Tommie,
One more victim of your war.
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Poetry - A Sea By Another Name By Lin Whitehouse
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I always wanted to live by the sea
to watch the waves licking, tickling the shore,
the ebb and flow smoothing sharp angles of discarded glass,
worthless jewels, strewn among the flotsam.
I always wanted to observe the ever changing
colours of the seasons. On windy days
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Poetry - High Street Musical By Joe Hakim
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follow the flock
shop until you drop
in residential areas you
must leave quietly
or shred your integrity with
a touch of fantasy
design me
lose yourself in a pharmacy
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Poetry - Burma By Nick Boldock
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Corpses float in bloated rivers
From which children take the only water they can get
Infested with death and disease, they drink it in
Desperate and hungry and with nowhere else to go.
Shanty towns spring up in nowhere lands,
Made by the hands of dying Burmese,
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Poetry - Song for Anna By Laura Fry
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I first met you in our student house in '93
You seemed to be as quiet as a mouse
Unknown to me when we all learned the Italian for 'it's cold'
That day a lifelong friendship would unfold
You were to marry your childhood boyfriend; it all seemed so sweet
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Poetry - Ferriby Foreshore, February Afternoon 2005 By Terry Ireland
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The river was calm this afternoon with a low sun
Casting a mile wide buttery playing field dotted
With the white of drifting clouds moving slowly
Across the yellow: to my left rising up I spotted
Two pairs of mallard flying line astern past me,
Splitting into two pairs each to go their own ways.
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Poetry - What Have We Done? By The Lazyswede
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Solitude echoes through the dark twisted branches of and old wind swept Oak tree.
And an old owl hoots, its lonesome wail drifting endlessly across the wide-open spaces between the forever-dwindling trees of our forests.
While the common earth worm is afraid to come to the surface in case the ever
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Poetry - The Boxer By Chris Dawber
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This is a tale that's hard to tell,
Of a man who won and one who fell,
Fifteen rounds of blood and sweat,
They'll always talk of when they met,
Introducing Jim Vandon,
He's defending champion,
Never known to lose a fight,
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Poetry - Tigers, Tigers Burning Bright By Joe Hakim Tigers Return Gallery by Matt Rudd
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They say pride comes before a fall
but when our backs are against the wall
we have the strength to pull us through.
At the end of the M62
but at the beginning of our prime,
this is our moment, this is our time,
into the light from out of the dark,
from Hessle Road to Orchard Park,
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Poetry - Common Blue By Mike Watts
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It was surrounded
By wild flowers
Painted- miss perpetual motion
That we flaunted
Our existence
In the gentlest manner -
Sharing, (as I slipped
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Poetry - A Smoke and a Lady By Lee Cassanell
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Two glasses of baileys
and a liquor I cannot pronounce
We sat in the Kitchen
while others were sleeping
somewhere at the back of the house.
It all seemed familiar
She poured a tall vodka
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Poetry - Sewage Farm and Ash By Manuro
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Trees are more patient
Than you or I
They wait around
While we all die
They give us fruit
And shade and wood
That we use to make coffins
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Poetry - Broke Beyond Repair By Paul England
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I can't find the words
to touch the streets today
life is all messed up
and Britain's lost it's way
As the violence escalates
I've heard their point of view
Cherie you're a joke
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Poetry - Unfinished (republished With audio MP3 download) By Laurenceaux
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Your sickness is inside of you
trapped within your head,
distraught with insecurities,
irrational instabilities
are signs I always dread.
With childish eyes - implicit faith
to me you'd run in pain,
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Poetry - Karma Bonfire By Joe Hakim
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I wanted to be alone
so I disconnected the phone
days ago
switched off the TV
because I didn't want to see
the blood flow
shredded all my clothes
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Poetry - Cool Hand Luke By Del Abe Jones.
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Paul Leonard Newman
January 26 1925; September 26 2008
He was a quiet, private, Man
But, a giant, amongst the stars
A philanthropist to millions
And owned and drove racecars.
He was a producer and director
And an actor, beyond, compare
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Poetry - Don't Be Afraid, I'm Here, Stop Crying. By Danny James Archer
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A warm tear falls down your pale white cheek.
I love you bewildering eyes,
your scared expression.
'don't be afraid, I'm here, stop crying.'
The night grows purple,
the trees are listening.
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