Larkin 25 - It Really Was! (Inspired by Annus Mirabilis) By Mike Watts

Sexual intercourse began In nineteen eighty three (Which was brilliant for me) - Between the end of Tennessee Williams And Madonna's first LP Up till then they'd only been A sort of wanking A secret stash of porn Videos and magazines Hidden around the home Then all at once I met this girl Who led me to her bed And tutored me On penetration Fingering and head So life was never better than In nineteen eighty three (Which was brilliant for me) - Between the end of Tennessee Williams And Madonna's first LP.

Copyright Mike Watts 2010

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Poetry - Larkin 25 - This Be The Curse (Inspired by This Be The Verse) By Joe Hakim

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So, ya got through to Kowlaski's number. Well, Kowalski ain't 'ome. Mildred, that's his old lady, she ain't 'ome either. Ya see, that's what ya get. That's what ya get fer callin' such a dumb-ass hour. That means you Hank. Ya wanna leave a message, talk to the machine when it beeps. Read more...

Poetry - The Gap By Chris Culshaw

He lives in a bedsit now, in a house peopled by footfalls, piles of junk mail on the mahogany hall-stand where a broken umbrella hangs like a snared crow beside the pocked mirror. His room in the eaves looks out over sooty privets, to a gap between Read more...

Poetry - Handing Down By Trevor Matthews

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Poetry - I Don't Know What To Do By Zachary Brannon

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Poetry - This Is Not A Love Poem By Mike Watts

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Poetry - Acres Wide By Terry Ireland

Come sleep with me she said Bring some warmth to my bed That seems to spread acres wide Now that it's empty on his side Just for a while hold me tight Shorten just one endless night So full of hours that I have wept Until exhausted and finally slept Read more...

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Poetry - The Last Great Adventure? By Laurenceaux.

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Poetry - The Nearly Men By Terry Ireland

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Poetry - Persecution Express By Mark Walmsley
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Poetry - An Old Vets Christmas By David Delaney
	He shuffles down a quiet darkened street, alone, he always dreads this time of year, cause locals, he just does not wish to meet. He eats collected scraps and drinks warm beer. Now as the rain begins to softly fall he crawls beneath a long deserted shop, and hears the singing from the nearby hall Read more...

Poetry - Dreams By Dino
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Poetry - Easy By Jessica Meador
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Poetry - Gone Forever By Katelyn Langston

	As I looked across the glimmering lake all I could do was sigh, for I could never forget my husband, for he watches me way up high. I can hear his old chair creak, when the whispering wind blows, I still see his jacket on the coat rack when it snows. I miss his soft and tender voice, coming from the den, I miss his gentle footsteps whenever he came in. Read more...

Poetry - Out Rage By Belinda Barchard
	pacing up and down no one around to hear the sound of me screaming my gut wrenching squealing I'm seething might as well stop breathing grab my wrists and pin me down Read more...

Poetry - Weekend Wasters By Bronwyn Ellis
	Mundane Mondays, tedious Tuesda' 8 o clock starts and sugar free muesli. Wednesday's the mile point that breaks up the toil, By Thursday you've buried your head in the soil. Fridays the high day when weekend begins, People mince round the office with permanent grins. They're happy go lucky and no-one can spoil it, Read more...

Poetry - I Probably Deserved It By Mike Watts

Early hours Monday I had this mad episode I thought I was being Strangled I could feel the pressure Around my throat Fingers crushing my Adam's apple Read more...