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Last Updated: 24/06/2009 11:49:04
Don't ever be afraid
To speak your mind
Even if you find
Your words smacking
Like a fist
Into the face
Of the person that
You're speaking to
Just say it
And it's up to you
To say
'No'
If you're definitely sure
That something
You've been asked
To do
Is not for you
You've got a mind
And a voice
Don't be hurried
Or bullied
Into making a choice
That's wrong
Think about it
And make the
Right one
Be in control
And don't ever fall
Into the trap
Of thinking
That everyone's on
Your side
If in doubt
Ask the question
'Suss' it out
It's not paranoia
It's being clever
An enemy
A mistake
They're the easiest things
To make
Because understanding
People
Is virtually
Impossible
It's just so hard
Believe me
I know
I've tried.
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Copyright Mike Watts 2009
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Poetry - A Wish for Unity By Suraya Begum
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It’s time for us all to unite,
Stop trying to separate Black from White
It’s time for people to get along,
Everyone together will make the world strong
Racism can have such a bad effect,
People coming together is what will earn respect
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Poetry Larkin 25 - The Farmers Market By Gary Clark
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I saw a farmers market today on Prinny Dock side
A good place for a market thought I
How long have farmers made plastic tractors for kids?
And little aeroplanes that fly around on a stick?
Looked a bit desolate, the traders bored stiff
Not many farmers and nowt for a quid
The fat and the skinny the big and the tall
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Poetry - The Right to Rule By Patrick Henry
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The Bother Boys come blowing in,
By stealth through the back door.
Euro Polls gave them the nod.
Round corners lurk dozens more.
Garbed like bouncers, they’re in fact
Gatecrashers, sneaking backwards in,
Thought a loony fringe safely outside;
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Poetry - Poetry versus Art By Mark Walmsley
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If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then art is a personal expression
If diction is a rule of language, then poetry does not have a connection.
How can an art critic judge, when he has no talent of his own?
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Poetry - Hannah By Steve Rudd
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The snow. That's what it came down to.
And, of course, the cold
That penetrated the folds
So the sheep couldn't see the shelter
Amidst the pristine whiteout.
That's why they roamed
At right angles to shepherds,
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Poetry - House of Commons Lunch By Terry Ireland
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Politicians soup they called it
Very clear and very thin
Like those election promises
No substance to put in
And it was fed to the people
And while they lived on that
The snouts at the trough
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Poetry - Ode to the Insomniac By Scott Rorrison
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Pixelated spectres drift through the train station:
Commuters going this way, and that,
Lives filled with collecting bric a brac
Stick in his soul
Like insomnia Weighted sheets.
Sleep is as far away
As the feel of a good woman
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Poetry - Has Anybody Told You ... By Andy Grant
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Has anybody told you that you're ugly?
Has anybody told you that you're fat?
Has anybody said you have a face for the radio?
Well they have me, and well, that's that.
Has anybody said that you're lovely?
Has anybody said that you're cute?
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Poetry - Poetry ...1980 By Mike Watts
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It was the Yanks
And Russians
That frightened me
Winding each other up
Constantly
It bothered me
More than girls
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Poetry - The Headlines By Joe Hakim Video:
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The headlines scream at me -
I'm eating flyers and chewing coffee
grounds, looking for all the losts I've
found. A job for life or eventuality,
at least my teevee isn't guilty of impartiality.
The kid on the bike, teeth hanging off the back,
front wheel stuck in the railway track,
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Poetry - Addictive substance By Mark Walmsley
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It starts early in the morning, the first thing in my head
I shake with a fever, Mouth all dry as I step wearily from my bed
I hope I have enough powder left from yesterday's last fix
I am a useless shell without it, and it's only half past six
Down the stairs I steady myself, shakily I go
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The wide mouthed speaker
swallowed my soul
as the light spoke to the wall,
casting shadows from a chair
that spoke in raindrops,
and wept for the mythical king
who lost his throat and his farting
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Shit I'm just like shady
when digging up my pain,
I wrote my lines of life
with blood from every vain.
I wrote that shit with heart
but no one even read,
my blood has been forgotten
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Poetry - Hull City Stay Up By Michelle Dee
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By hook or by crook
Hull City stayed up.
No win today,
but Newcastle's result went our way.
City fans can breathe again,
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Around the KC the tigers roar,
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Poetry - The Right Hand of God By Mark Walmsley
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I bless this creation, the animals and all
The Garden of Eden, the trees so tall
The crystal waters that run through the brook
Fresh air you breathe, I will record in my book
I curse the land, you cast me beneath
I swear a vengeance through my gritted teeth
The fire and torment I endure each day
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Poetry - Resisting Arrest By Steve Rudd
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When words fail what's left?
A look in the eye. Desire is dead.
Perhaps it never sparked in the first place,
I'd be a much saner man had I never seen her face.
Where beauty convenes, heartache feeds.
It's not in a man's nature to walk away.
An image in my mind holds me captive.
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Poetry - Post Millennium Tension By Joe Hakim
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I'd thought about it a lot -
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reading 2000AD
and listening to 1999.
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A van had overturned
And I was wedged in
Bumper to bumper
For over an hour
Being tortured
By a piss
That I was preparing
To surrender to
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Poetry - The National Express By Phil Pretheroe
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The roar of the car,
(or the splutter of the heap),
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past the pubs,
and it lays to rest.
A run to the station,
past the building site,
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Goodbye London town
There's no way I'll miss you at all
I never got your glamour
You just made me feel so small
There's no such thing as safety
For any woman on her own
In a place they'd kill you
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I was miles away
Stood with a semi-on
At a bus-stop
Directly opposite
Ann Summers
Whose big square eyes
Bulged
With well-fit
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In a world of insecurity
built upon adversity
and ruled with hypocrisy
by oft' corrupt bureaucracy,
that pollute the word democracy
with aims of autocracy,
silently eating individuality
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