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Born 1979
by Lee Cassanell
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I could not be more obvious,
It echoes from my eyes,
I'm always semi conscious,
I can't help telling lies.
My father was a butcher,
My mother easy meat,
I strolled the streets of childhood,
With sandals on my feet.
Conceived from Friday boozing,
Like many of my time,
The kids who knew no better,
Born 1979.
It's hard to pray to Jesus,
East of the bloody bridge,
For he won't pay the taxes,
Or stock the empty fridge.
Those days of New Romantics,
Were heavy on my class,
We drowned ourselves in lager,
And wore a happy mask.
But underneath the make-up,
The sad face of a mime,
For those who lived in lipstick,
Born 1979.
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My school days where a circus,
And I the classic clown,
From He -Man through to Orville,
I had the accents down.
Made fun of all and sunder,
While dishes flew at home,
The details unimportant,
I hate to bitch and moan.
So I'll say it was hellish,
I've seen my share of crime,
But kids were made of concrete,
Born 1979.
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Born 1979 continued
by Lee Cassanell
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The rest's a fleeting daydream,
The 80's came and went,
We moved west of the river,
Where moneys burnt and spent.
But still there's no escaping,
From ghosts of past mistakes,
And soon you're at a nightclub,
Just one of many snakes.
We boogied to the Baselines,
Of Cocker Kurt and Nine,
Those Fugees from the Fire,
Born 1979.
So now I'm wise and carefree,
I look back with a grin,
Two dozen years have fleeted,
But I'm still hanging in.
These days of summer sunshine,
Are moments to behold,
For someday you'll remember,
When you are grey and old.
That life is what your make it,
So make it a good time,
To all who now know better,
Born 1979.
Copyright ©2003 Lee Cassanell July 2003
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By Darren Sant
Excited young faces,
Stick thin legs and untied laces,
Breathlessly chasing the ball,
Youngsters large and small.
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Poetry - "Chemical Love" and "Digit-ull Shitty"
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By Rich Mills
I double dropped before I went in,
Being searched by the doorman put my head-in-a-spin.
I pays me money and am through the door,
Head starts to bob, soon drawn to the dance-floor.
Then through throbbing heart and a tribal beat,
Two pairs of dilated rolling eyes briefly meet.
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Poetry - "Obsession" By Nadie.
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I would ride madness
like the loins of a lover,
cast myself into Hell
even sleep with my brother.
I would swallow poison
and swear it was like nectar,
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Poetry - "OCTOBER MOON" By Nikki Sheppeck
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A beckoning dark October sky,
That bares a crescent moon to shine,
Amongst a star lit evening sky,
A clarity so clear so calm
Sets a scene from tree tops high.
Enchanted by angelic skys,
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Poetry - "Needle Whore" and "Divorce Number 2"
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By Rich Mills
Down the corridor and through the door,
There lives nothing more than a needle whore.
All his pathetic rock-star dreams,
Are slowly coming apart at the seams.
With song lyrics full of false metaphor,
He's a one-man psychological war.
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Poetry - The Big Issue
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By Darren Sant
He stands in the pouring rain,
Ignored again and again,
Biting wind chills his bones,
People rush to their warm homes.
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Poetry - How do I compare thee & Repetition
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By By Sandy Jones
It's a mystery to me that when
The heart cries out Oh not again,
And you find yourself back in that place
Where you were once in pains embrace,
But from that spot you ventured forth
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Poetry - A thing of dreams & The only mark I wear (for you)
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By Jason Karlson
Many a night a knight will rescue you
But that’s not me my love
I am his proud white stead below
Speed you from the darkness with
Love written across my flank
And every mile I run
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Poetry - The Bard Of Bilton Grange
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By Nicholas Boldock
The hurtful glances made me try
To get out from my cage
And I looked towards the day I'd be
The Bard Of Bilton Grange
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