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,
hear the cheers as the city unites
from the bottom to scale the heights,
side by side in amber and black,
marching forward, never looking back.
From the KC stadium to way down south,
they'll hear the voice of the Humber Mouth
and all the doubters can turn away,
we silence critics every time we play,
a team of heroes to carry our dreams
to the top, and now it seems
that we're all part of Phil Brown's crew,
we are Hull City, who are you?
Going places we've never been before -
we are the Tigers, now hear us roar.
It was surrounded
By wild flowers
Painted- miss perpetual motion
That we flaunted
In the gentlest manner -
Sharing, (as I slipped
Poetry - A Smoke and a Lady By Lee Cassanell
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
Poetry - Sewage Farm and Ash By Manuro
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
Poetry - Broke Beyond Repair By Paul England
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
Poetry - Unfinished (republished With audio MP3 download) By Laurenceaux
Your sickness is inside of you
trapped within your head,
distraught with insecurities,
are signs I always dread.
With childish eyes - implicit faith
to me you'd run in pain,
Poetry - Karma Bonfire By Joe Hakim
I wanted to be alone
so I disconnected the phone
switched off the TV
because I didn't want to see
the blood flow
shredded all my clothes
Poetry - Cool Hand Luke By Del Abe Jones.
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
Poetry - Don't Be Afraid, I'm Here, Stop Crying. By Danny James Archer
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.
Poetry - Freak By Daphne Liver
You should be a painter
You should be an artist
You should get a full time job
As a chemist.
As an electrician
You're a genius.
You need to write full-time.
Poetry - Accident Prone By Joe Hakim
I walk straight into
which makes it hurt so much
I ignore the signs,
the warnings -
Poetry - Memories Of Sand By Lee Cassanell
I once was a soldier
A killer of men
With a gun in my hand
And a prayer on my breath
I was Gods tool of torture
His puppet of pain
Poetry - Peace Or War? By Del Abe Jones.
Yet, another year has passed by
Since, those terrorists struck our Land
Even, after all this time gone by
Still hard, to comprehend or understand.
How can a person hate so much
And be so blinded, by their belief
Poetry - Year To The Day By Mike Watts
When salt slides
Down your skin
When your eyes
Are raspberry red
When your heart's
A fist in your throat
When a memory
Poetry - The Long Walk By Jazminn
The manuscripts lie there
And I cry
For my favourite pieces
How will I explain?
Blood drips slowly
And joins the mud below
Poetry - Still By John Stobart
Away, not here,
She flew the nest
Gone like the morning dew
Return not imminent
Scent in the air
Memories harsh of you
Poetry - Mr Mist Her By Laurenceaux
Mr standard deviant
Mr mean root squared,
Poetry - The Principles of Paranoia By Joe Hakim
My spider-sense is tingling,
there's a glitch in the Matrix,
a disturbance in the Force,
a sickening twist in my gut
something is wrong.Read more...
Poetry - Burning With Desire By Paul England
This who I am
I don't care what people think
my heads a fucking mess
cos crazy killed my shrink
so I wrote about my life
to get shit off my chest
Poetry - Shambala By Lee Cassanell
Under the sadness of what might have been an old poem lies torn in the drawer of my dreams
The lost words rest unsaid scratched with ink on the page which I wrote at the dawn of my formative days
Far away with the fairies and gone with the wind through the valley of weed to the palace of sin were all chalices brim and all hellions drink to a beer
Poetry - 'ull By Terry Ireland
I come from 'ull, pal
It's my home town
To break from the past
And maybe just maybe
There's light at last
Poetry - Every Day By Joe Hakim
I'm sat on a bench in Pearson Park.
The previous night's excitement has
turned into granules of sand in my nostrils.
My sweat tells me that I dropped a logo,
sometime around 3.
On my lap sits a list of all
the people I haven't pissed off yet -
Poetry - Cert. 18 By Mike Watts
I handed over a twenty
And we left the queue
To join another:
Popcorn, Revels, Ribena -
I handed over a ten
And then we queued again.
Fifteen minutes limped by
Poetry - Ode to the Old By Helena Musgrave
I served my country and grafted hard all my life but you would never have guessed.
As the drug addicts barge past me in my oh, so familiar chemist to claim their next hit, I wait patiently in line to receive my life extending drugs (what life).
Juveniles shout abuse and laugh at my ailments; if only I were young again I would be released from this stoop, this frailty, this greyness
Poetry - Rum Punch Love By Lee Cassanell
Sing a song of cigarettes
Of vodka eyes
And whisky lakes
Of Cocaine Hills
And Cocoa Mills
Of chocolate stars and ice cream fields
Poetry - Olympic Pride - Beijing 2008 By Darren Sant
All that glitters is not gold,
You bask in the glow of present glory,
We remember tanks in the square,
You grasp with greed for gold,
We recall the flow of red,
You tell us that you've changed,
Poetry - Who's that Girl? By Andrea Longstaff
Nothing exists yet no one is free
The karma police are not after me
We live in a vacuum the people are blind
Everyone thinks I'm out of my mind
I'm not you know, I'm perfectly sane
An advanced programme ahead in the game
Poetry - Exxon/Mobil Profits By Del Abe Jones.
Eleven billion, six hundred eighty million
Is what Exxon made in ninety days
One hundred thirty million in one day
Are the profits that, America pays.
Five and one-half million in an hour
And ninety thousand for each minute
Poetry - Writing Destiny By Paul England
I call my lines unique
and destiny is calling
as I crawl inside my thoughts
my mind just keeps on falling.
I sit inside this cell
feeling so insane
writing straight from hell
Poetry - Grasshopper By Laurenceaux
The night draws in as the air cools,
stillness lies all around.
The world waits for a new day,
for the breaking of allegiance to darkness.
And stillness lies all around.
And I lay in your arms,
face to face and eye to eye
Poetry - My Poem To Parliament By Paul England
This poem is for parliament
to tell you what I think
you're a set of lazy cunts
who do nowt but sweat and stink
you open all your mouths
and all I smell is shit
don't tell me I'm a fool