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Last Updated: 17/02/2007 17:39:15
The Physics Of Fireworks
By Lee Cassanell
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Everything burnt before matches were purchased
Love falls apart in a room fully furnished
Lies kiss our cheeks and pour wine in our glasses
Eyes on the sky see the future in splashes
She sits in the mist as the jester mulls over
The words on his lips and the weight on her shoulders
Avoiding her glance he pretends he feels nothing
And lights up a Marlboro to breathe
Everything burned while the drunkards were singing
Love rusts away as the children are sinning
Lies feed us cherries and wash up the dishes
Handfuls of fate scratch a head full of wishes
She rolls in the grass with a tongue full of venom
As students seduce with the lyrics of Lennon
The vodkas are poured into vessels of Lemon
And everyone's pissed by a quarter to seven
Everything burns with enough fuel to feed it
Love won't let go till you no longer need it
Lies become truths on the tongues of our lovers
Bodies betray under soft smoky covers
She rests under stars as the music cascades
Blowing in from the west on a rainbow of waves
He fumbles for a match and stares back into space
So amazed by the beauty he sees
Everything turns in the flash of a rocket
Love slips its name in your old jacket pocket
Lies are exposed by the grimace of torment
Sparks burn the eyes in the heat of the moment.
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Copyright ©2007 Lee Cassanell
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Poetry - Sales Pitch From Personality Suits Inc. - The Quickest and Easiest Way To a Guaranteed New You (Results may vary) By Joe Hakim
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Get yourself a new
personality suit
for each day of the week,
an instantaneous freak,
just add water and
give no quarter
in your attempt to
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Poetry - The Physics Of Fireworks By Lee Cassanell
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Everything burnt before matches were purchased
Love falls apart in a room fully furnished
Lies kiss our cheeks and pour wine in our glasses
Eyes on the sky see the future in splashes
She sits in the mist as the jester mulls over
The words on his lips and
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Poetry - And a Latter Day Tale of Slavery to Political Correctness The Abuse of Human Rights By Carol Coiffait
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Dear Mr. Wilberforce,
A young man is cast out of your city of Hull, Sir
like a common felon because his time is up
and his face doesn`t fit, an arbitrary judgement
as I think you would admit.
In all the best fairy tales, the hero works hard
in a humble job for seven years,
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Poetry - Mozart's Last Stand By Lee Cassanell
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I never died on that Viennese day
I crawled out of the pit, shook the lime from my hair
Said a prayer for the souls of whose bodies lay bare
In the blood and the mud of their pauperish graves
I would not pray again
For no God would allow
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Poetry - Ben By Laura Fry
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The little things that mean so much
The reassurance of your kisses
Tender sensations at your touch
The eternal thrill of being called Mrs
Used and deceived so many times
Destitute and broken-hearted
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Poetry - Jazz Hands By Lee Cassanell
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See the weight of the world in the breath of a girl puffing rolled cigarettes by the wayside
She's a slip of a thing but Oh Lord she can sing any song for a piece of your change.
I saw her last week with my tongue in my cheek I said 'What would you do for a fiver'?
She replied with a wink
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Poetry - Mummy Dearest By Maurice Fairfield
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The pretty little butterflies
Are dancing o'er the waterfall
The little birds are tweeting
And the baby lambs are bleating
And from a little way away
I hear the sound of kids at play
Oh what a lovely lovely day
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Poetry - The Youngest Apple of my Eye Shaun Heesom
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It broke my heart to hear you cry
The youngest apple of my eye
Don't be so deep for it's inside you weep
While your young brave face stays dry
I've loved you since the day you were born
And every day hence that you have grown
You're in my soul but most of all
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Poetry - Fallen Angel By Shaun Heesom
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On a virtual site, of a cattle market style
I once saw a vision with a Mona Lisa smile
Her hand reached out to my visual screen
And slapped me in the face for what I'd seen
She bared her soul to an unseen crowd
And asked for understanding right out loud
To take her to our hearts warts and all
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Poetry - The Torturers Apprentice By Lee Cassanell
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Crack goes the whip and the innocents blink
As the masochists crawl to the bar man
A girl looks him over but he see right through her
And knows she would fuck up his Karma.
Lips part to speak but the word on the street
is that everyone's
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Poetry - Let's Call Her Crystal Now By Joe Hakim
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Bump into a girl
I used to go to school with
in town,
she used to be called
JXXXX-
let's call her Crystal now.
When we see each other
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Poetry - Uncivil War By Lee Cassanell
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The rumble of battle rolls over the cattle who've come to be slaughtered today.
With Pitch forks and Slings they march over the hill to the field of the beast and the brave.
They have nothing to show for a life full of toil so they fight and they fuck and they booze.
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Poetry - Lunar By Mike Watts
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Ancient luminous coin
Gripped within the crush of space
How solemn you are,
And how freely
Your pale borrowed light
Enriches earth evenings.
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Poetry - Leave No One Behind By Del Abe Jones.
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They have found some more remains
That have lain hidden for so long
And no matter what excuse they make
There is something surely wrong.
What if you were a Family
Who had nothing to lay to rest
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Poetry - Summer Dress and Unbounded Heart By Kevin Webster
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A blanket lay upon the sand
Textures fine, her colours fade
Your seat is by my side, at hand
Small undulations made
The sea is cool by day, yet this
Is evening tide, a time to play
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Poetry - The Price They Pay By Del Abe Jones.
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The only ones who give more
For the high cost of Liberty
Than those we send to fight our Wars
Is the Military Family.
For a few years and sometimes more
They lend us their loved one
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Poetry - Taking Sides By Steve Rudd
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They're dead already; displaced
Souls without soles, disgraced
Bare feet, as cracked as the desiccated ground
Raining blows on their toes
Marching ever onward, in the heat of the night
Passion features not - when
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Poetry - Once a Thought Night By Mike Watts
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In this age of new disease
Where bronchial factories wheeze
Chronic clouds pour poison
Land lubricates the ocean
And every inch of green
Is bullied by machine.
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Poetry - Old Friend By Shaun Heesom
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Under the influence of alcohol
An old friend almost died
Some southern tart broke his heart
And never even cried
We grew up through school together
I guess, from the age of nine
When my marriage was
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Poetry - One Day In Daphnes Life By Mike Watts
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Creeps creeping through her house helped themselves
And left caramel-coloured shit reeking in every room.
She was scrubbing when the police arrived.
In the lounge, a new space carpeted with dust
And her yucca collapsed
Against the couch.
In the kitchen an open freezer
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Poetry - Christmas Spree By Del Abe Jones.
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The World is in turmoil
There's War everywhere
People starving and homeless
And not enough seem to care.
It's not their kid who's dying
In someplace across the sea
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Poetry - The Festive Fifty By Jim Higo
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I could top the charts with a power number,
A political song, raise the masses from slumber,
Do a gig on the Humber.
Dance on stage with footwork nifty,
I'd rather be in the festive fifty.
I could get Mick Jones to
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Poetry - My Girlfriend Can't Erase Her Past By Maurice Fairfield
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My girlfriend can't erase her past
It's giving me the blues
The signs of other lovers last
She's covered in tattoos
She'd been around the block a bit
I knew that from the start
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Poetry - A Day of Infamy By Del Abe Jones.
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Around eight o'clock in the morn
In Nineteen forty-one
On December the Seventh
Our World War Two was begun.
We'd tried to stay out of it
And said, it was not our fight
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Poetry - More Is Not Better By Del Abe Jones.
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We have been at the War this time
Longer than that one in Forty-one
With maybe not as many casualties
But too many, more than one.
The right thing when we started
And sent Troops to Afghanistan
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Poetry - Number Two By Laura Fry
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That autumn day you brought bad tidings
Daddy was never coming back
I was so young, but understood it
And my whole world had turned to black
You didn't even let me say goodbye
Because all this time you just
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Poetry - Seven Come Eleven (after 9/11) By Del Abe Jones.
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On this day we remember
That "day of infamy"
And sadly we understand
More than we want to see.
A "sneak attack" on Freedom
And the American way
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Poetry - Dancing Angels By Andy Grant
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We round the bend to see your might,
Your power raw and flames so bright,
You singe and burn the naked skin,
Begin to boil the blood within,
Water on the battle cry,
To fight the beast we fear inside,
You attack again with steam and smoke,
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Poetry - Summer Babe By Beth McGann.
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So you let me know, cheers, by the lake
That we've capsized from our stolen state of grace.
The water looks so glassy now,
fragile seeming; curt somehow
The leaves pass no judgement on the vast waste of your head
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Poetry - On the Netto Breadline By Beth McGann.
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The path I walk is worn to bare rock
of ages pacing
woods between sea and hills
shafts of sunshine make wet stones
glisten over stunted roadside roses.
the sky abortion-red
pressing thorns into my destiny
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Poetry - Today's Climate By Joe Hakim
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As the fear pours out of
every television speaker,
congealing into the bitter ink
on the headlines on the
front of all the papers,
we prepare ourselves
for the hordes of paedophiles
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Poetry - Where Once Was Pain By Merle R. Stone
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A hollow, empty shell of a man
to whom living was a bother.
Who would gratefully take his own life
but for the shame it would bring his father.
No easy way to carry on
and play as though things were well.
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Poetry - An Open Letter to the Head of ITV1 Scheduling and The Dog Ate My Lottery Ticket By Beth McGann.
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I've just come back
from my nightly stroll,
me and the dog, alone
with one hundred billion fires
the dark trees, black like an absence
moving against the backdrop of the galactic dance,
beauty on an unimaginable scale,
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Poetry - Hide and Seek By Maurice Fairfield
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So catch me if you can
My good old playmate Death
Let's play our game of hide and seek
Till I run out of breath
You counted ten some time ago
Ready or not, you said
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Poetry - Pie in The Sky By Shaun Heesom
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Where is the land of milk and honey
My pie in the sky with chocolate money
A bird in the hand a feather in the bush
Where the tall green plants grow vast and lush
The rivers flow full and deep red wine
Where the pigs fly up from time to time
Castles in the air
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Poetry - Louder Than Words By Mike Watts
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'We have performed this very difficult task
Out of love for our people.
And we have suffered no damage
To ourselves, to our souls,
Or our characters .'
Heinrich Himmler
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Poetry - Lament for Hull By Laura Fry
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I'm lying in the bed I made
No longer angry, now resigned to fate
For the follies of my twenties, I'll pay the high price
And live on in this hell that I thought was paradise
I gave not a thought when I jumped in head first
That I'd married the man I
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