(Corinthians chapter 13: 'Faith, hope and charity, and the greatest of these is charity').
I loved a girl named Hope and she was pretty faithless
I met another called Faith and she was pretty hopeless
I got involved with Charity (she wasn't very kind)
And what with all the three of them it really blew my mind
Maintaining my tenacity but feeling broken hearted
I met a bird named Chastity - my troubles really started.
So superficial in the supermarket
interview room after arriving late,
she asks what name I prefer to go by.
"Katherine," I say, because I turn irate
when abbreviated by people in suits,
their faux matey-ness making me cringe.
"Right then, Kath!" she says,
Poetry - November Bride By Laura Fry
I once was a girl who thought she knew best
Until her true love was put to the test
And what she'd thought to be great left her less than impressed
Take me home
I admit I was wrong, you were right all along
And humble pie tastes much
Poetry -The Trial of Charles Roberts By Lee Cassanell
Dead little girls,
God is watching
Dead little girls,
The torment of realists,
The teardrops of Mothers,
Poetry - Fake Plastic Socialist Poets By Joe Hakim
Bleating like sheep,
repeating the same old tired shit
over and over again.
Like a washed up nightclub singer
you beat on your chests
in a rhythm I've heard
Poetry - Coffee In Plastic Cups By Shaun Heesom
In a railway station buffet
I thought I'd had enough
Of dim lit lamps and smelly tramps
And coffee in plastic cups
We sat there for hours
Before last you went away
We spoke of dreams and desired themes
Poetry - Loafer Party Conference By Patrick Henry
The Loafer Party Conference meets at Muckcluster Railway Station:
No more dodgems or donkey-rides at some seaside soft option.
Rail buffet sandwiches curl sadly, or else in contempt the way
Prescott's lips snarl like a pit-bull; The Guardian of his Party,
Prowling roofs nightly, scaring
Poetry - War Hero By Nikki Sheppeck
Don't pity me,
Don't ask me why ?
Don't judge me on my circumstance,
Don't feel the need to hold me tight,
Don't pay attention to my plight,
Don't be so harsh, I had no choice.
My doubts convict my very soul.
Poetry - Here Comes Another Daydream By Sean Davey
Here comes another daydream,
You're here, I see your face!
I feel a poem coming from inside of me
The words slip into place.
I focus on your lovely smile,
To an artist, what a prize!
It's then I have to look away,
Poetry - The Undiluted Genius Of Arnold Schwarzenegger By Joe Hakim
What the hell are you?
get to the chopper.
See you at the party,
Let off some steam, Bennet.
I will terminate obesity in all
Poetry - The Law's The Law By Del Abe Jones.
We forgive too many crimes
And we say that it's okay
Go ahead and break the Law
We don't mean them anyway.
They're enforced when they suit us
Or we'll pretend we didn't see
Poetry - The Dog Ate My Lottery Ticket By Beth McGann.
The dog ate my lottery ticket
So I turned him into a rug
Made his teeth into a necklace
and his bollocks into a top pair of earrings.
oh, no, it wasn't a winning lottery ticket,
I just couldn't stand the dog.
Poetry - The Girl Who Brought The Shopping By Shaun Heesom
The girl who brought the shopping
Through wind and rain and snow
Was more of a friend than I realised
And I was less of a friend than I know
For a time we were good mates
You could say we were close for a while
I went to her house and she to mine
Poetry - On Beginning To Recognise Moss By Beth McGann.
I've had my dog for a year and a half now
I love her to bits (as they say on Jeremy Kyle)
But she's not the brightest spark in the funeral pyre
She can't pass anything without sniffing it first
She's petrified of missing a morsel
(We call her The Hoover; I'm going to
Poetry - Family Fortunes By Mike Watts
My sister Susan is dead.
My parents too. They're both buried
With dad's lot, where mother's on top
For a change. The second to drop
One gin-filled evening, I was there
As she bounced off every stair.
And later, to ease the grief
Poetry - Thoughts Broken Like Glass On A Pavement Outside The Pub By Joe Hakim
I don't check what they are
before I take them
just throw them into
the back of my mouth
like a giant radioactive lizard
from a comic book
eating the general public
Poetry - Perfect Flower, Love and I Missed You 3 Poems By David Morris
When you're with someone
A person you care for deeply
You can't imagine anything else
You have the undeniable feeling.
I can't stop thinking about her
Enjoying the time we spend together
This whole thing is an experience
Poetry - A Day To Remember By Del Abe Jones.
Anniversary is not a proper word
To mark the meaning of that day
And now, five years from that date
Is not nearly far enough away.
Too many families and loved ones
Still feel that pain down in their soul
From the Towers to the Pentagon
Poetry - High Summer In A Field By The A1079 By Beth McGann.
The sungod has pulled the day's tinderbox-taut
Until they slow down
Like great white mirage-stones
waiting to be snapped like a brittle bleached bone,
So each stolen move of air
Poetry - The Deciding Test By Patrick Henry
It's not cricket, old boy; never like this among The Members at Lords.
We played the game, not sledging and slanging these bad words.
An Aussi Umpire gruff as a bear: a stern Paki, each call each unfair.
War is diplomacy by another means.
Poetry - Terminal Crisis By Patrick Henry
Icarus on wax wings crashed failing to reach the sun.
Quest for the sun in sure, high-speed flying, carries on
For those from grey islands who long for Tenerife:
Long since Icarus, the journey easy, safe and brief,
Planes go faster, but airport queues grow long and slow.
Soon round the world in one
Poetry -One She Was In Care By Michelle Dee
So, she took her first gulp of air
At the age of one she was in care
Father in prison, mum nowhere
"She's got something wrong with her heart"
they told her.
"That's why she doesn't love you,
Poetry - Be all you want to be By Michelle Dee
Being all you want to be
For you meant the world to me
Would be good to set you free
Being all you want to be
Maybe you could not believe
See you smiling in my sleep
Poetry - Novel Moves to Montmartre By Patrick Henry
Place Cliché high on city squalor reeks of Henry Miller or Henri Toulouse- Lautrec,
And one character here come-lately. I invent myself in a cheap attic
Down Rue Barbes, Street of Beards, at times assuming the guise
Poetry - Let's Blow Up America By Patrick Henry
Stan Freeberg writes the scenario, Tom Lehrer does the songs,
"Let's Blow Up America", best musical since Springtime for Hitler won the gongs,
When Jews of Manhattan broke a leg to get hot tickets to catch
Poetry - The Fallen By David Morris
The church bell tolls
It's heard 61 times
In honour of those who have fallen
In honour of those who gave their lives.
Those who battled for us
They won us our freedoms
Remember those who did that
Poetry - Jimmy By Shaun Heesom
Jimmy was a Corporal, he went to fight in France
Ellis only had one leg, so couldn't really dance
Aunt Ada came with Ellis, her house so dark 'n' grim
"Come into the parlour", and me Dad shoved me in
Laura worked in a butter factory, on the banks of the Hull
Jimmy shaved in an enamel bowl, Laura kept it full
Inside an air raid shelter,
Poetry - I Confess By Mike Watts
Coming home one Friday night
Scranning burgers and half pissed
Me and a mate stopped to talk to three prossies
All smoking in the doorway of a charity shop.
"What would I get for a quid?"
Me mate said belching and flicking onion
Poetry - Trouble At Number Ten (a.ka. my next home) By Daphne Liver
I find him in the kitchen
angrily carving potatoes into polygons,
because he feels at fifty three
that he's washed up already.
Beads of sweat now slide
from where creases of smiles once shone.
He is singed by age like a tree -
Poetry - Public Display of Sandwich By The Mouths of Madness
Chilling choking on bits of bamboo
Cold frustrated stomachs fucked too
Vast islands of clover in the
Grass always grew.
But in the winter
The thistles so small
Poetry - The Final Scapegoat By Patrick Henry
From dope-peddling terrorist dens where the late Taliban
Blew up everything they hated out of all proportion,
Another lark to test lads in the closed season can be
The Afghan's ancient sport of Buzzkashi.
Misheard as 'Bush-catchy' it is unpopular in Washington,
Where George dreads another presidential assassination.
But this lines up teams of
Poetry - Shove It By Shaun Heesom
If I dreamed a new dream and
I've dreamed a few then let the new dream
Be that old dream I once dreamed of you!
If I speak unspoken, words I've never spoke before let
Those words be spoken in a way I've
Often Spoke before!
Poetry - The Land of The Free By Del Abe Jones.
On Independence Day this year
We'll wave our Flag, salute and cheer
We'll thank all those who've gone before
And those today, we send to War.
We'll think about what Freedom's cost
Those who fought and those we lost
Poetry - She Can See The World From Petrin Hill By Tom Gant
Yonder Summa! Green faerie queen
my thoughts are your own, in thinking.
Raise a finger to edge a table
whilst I raise a glass, dear as crystal.
Sugar revolution; coat yourself in
crowds of bubbles and linger long
and loud as you desire. Smoke: