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Journeyman
By Patrick Henry
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His learning class sank down the pits so deep as hell
Anyone expects from graft being a penance in the earth
To cut out coal black as mortal sin which burns
To fire steam force and make that world power work.
He lit out from there to war abroad: the tender flame
Of raw youth blown out close by where his chance survived
To slog on through baked or frozen climes and deal as well
As harsh day demands on our side, or the enemy dictates;
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On convoys through Asian tracks or Arctic seas,
Until global might shrank back from fear to so-called peace,
Where class-war makes no truce and workers vote and strike
On their feet. He crossed his own land fighting for rights and tackling all
Tasks from building coast walls, trawling fish and sweeping mines
Out of charged seas, to go back down other mines underground again,
Scrapping against gangers who swindled their facemen's pay.
Some alien within looms ever through the watchful dark
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Around a man said being shaped in the image of The Lord
Who created also wide seas which Genesis rose from
And cast fossil layers crushed under mantles of stone
Heaved aside to reach black wealth that gleamed beyond
Mounting no fortunes for him but cave-ins and lung defects.
Rejoined to the military on post-war police probes,
Nailing they who sell out to plunder the whole land,
He believed true light lies just along the darkest shaft.
Copyright ©2004 Patrick Henry
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Poetry - "I'm Doing Life", by Shelly D.
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I don't do happy,
I don't do laughter,
I'm not easy going or relaxed,
I'm not careful or carefree,
I don't go with the flow I'm not laid back,
I'm doing life.
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Poetry - The Egotist By Cilla
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Tell me I'm great
Tell me I'm good
If you were a real friend
I'm sure that you would.
And why not be friends?
You're so good for me
But only when you tell
What I want to see ..
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Poetry - Equal Amongst Giants (Edinburgh Literature Festival) and Night Driving in American Werewolf Country.
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by Oz Hardwick
I paid my money, listened attentively,
clapped politely, filed out slowly,
stood (vaguely embarrassed), waited in line
with book at the ready to meet The Author.
I asked him to sign my favourite chapter,
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Poetry - Girls (for Rebecca and Ellen) and Pilot
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By Nigel Walker
Girls, girls
slow down !
I don't know what to write.
It will take one hundred hours
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just to say how I feel about
the sound of your feet on the stairs.
Each morning you are a fresh oyster prised.
The crash of tsunami. The prow of a hunting ship.
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Poetry - Electronic Liars.com
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By Darren Sant
You electronic cheating liars,
Words are your funeral pyres,
Words so silky smooth,
What is it you are trying to prove?
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Poetry - For those who lay dying.
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by Lee Cassanell
Sign me up
I'm off to war
I want to kill and fight
Please drop me on that desert floor
Let me join the side of right
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Poetry - Frendship By Tabatha
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If I wasn't always there
would u still know I cared
when life goes on
we all have to be strong
for every fight
we need all our might
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Poetry - This is 'ull, not Manhattan
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By Jane Foster
This is 'ull, not Manhattan.
Where you could feed a whole family of six
For a month,
For half the price of a Jimmy Choo shoe.
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