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
Poetry - The Sound of the Sea By Beth McGann.
the sound of the sea
an endless movement
like the pull of a horse
on the bridle, strong
rollers rattle the chalk pebbles smooth
in a cupped hand
Poetry - Ashes To Ashes By Patrick Henry
Down-under the dodgy digger is the flash tool to fool us all:
Over here, the cobber to ditch the blather and strike the flaming ball,
No wet Pom could hit for straight six, or toss-up a wrong-'un to skittle a side;
Pull all POM sheilas hard-up for it: ten top thin models lined up in a bed;
Poetry - The Battle of Cable Street 4th Oct 1936 - 4th Oct 2006 By Patrick Henry
A lifetime since when that ring of steel clashed down these streets.
Boot-heels struck cobbles. Bin-lids for shields buckled in defence
To batons, rocks, banner-shafts. Ears cocked to hear drum-rolls and fast heart-beats.
Poetry - Oh, I Wish I'd Looked After Me Tits By Pam ('Chin') Aires
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me dear old knockers,
Not flashed them to boys behind the school lockers,
Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.
'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning.
It's Nature's revenge
Poetry - Albert Hoffman's Bicycle By Joe Hakim
in my mind
there is no doubt
that everyone is
truly alone when
surrounded by the
Poetry - The Merman's Song By The Doc
Of clouds freshly washed by rain
Of the silver seas
And the keys to your heart
Of carved whale tooth memories
Poetry - The Spoon Player By Maurice Fairfield
The name on the skin of the bass drum
Was Blackshaw's Storyville Five
And the board leaning up at the door of the pub
Was promising jazz that was live
A slight exaggeration for the Storyville Five were not
In the class of the bands they copied
Poetry - A Poem For The Eternal Thinker By Shep
I'm thinking of things like a bird on a branch
And wandering, pondering lost in a trance
Of wishes and dishes, fishes on land
Planes in the sky and that man I can't stand
On what colour Mac on my back I should wear
And if Schmegal eats seagull with grizzly bear
Of why we see spectres
Poetry - Hot Date (For Better For Worse) By Daphne Liver
Seated in the restaurant with a pleasant
Window view, brown eye to blue
And not really conversing,
What with it all being covered already,
But sort of rehearsing the motions:
Work is a pain, I've a meeting tomorrow-
Poetry - Faith, Hope And Charity By Maurice Fairfield
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
Poetry - The Interview By Daphne Liver
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