The beautiful game it is not.
Your team may well be unbeaten,
what about the innocent victims
who fall prey to vicious attack.
Hooligans spoiling for a fight
a score to settle before the landlord
blows the whistle.
Pouring onto the street
a horde of fists and feet.
Uniform shirts with the stench of beer
chanting songs of hatred,
like mindless Nazi thugs.
Insignia worn like a
medal on their chest.
An army to rival her majesty's best,
intent on violence and destruction.
Blood sport played out on a killing field.
After the final kick the real fun begins.
Hunting the enemy they prowl the town
knocking down anything in their path to the goal.
Seeing red stained on the opponents shirt.
a victorious end to match day.
Watch the highlights on the ten o'clock news,
then see the results..
White coats tackling the casualty queues.
Those stretchered off during injury time
may live to fight another day.
The wounds heal the bruises fade,
but the fear lives on and the memory stay.
Poetry - How to Lose Friends and Alienate People By Lee Cassanell
I love you like a daydream
Like an opened pack of Rolos,
I love you like the summer
Like a Jimi Hendrix solo,
I love you like the ocean loves and laps at every wave,
Poetry - 1000 Words By Lee Cassanell
The Raven came over
Hair Down to her Shoulders
I asked her for something to Sip
She called me pathetic
Her Words so prophetic
As I pushed the Rum through my Lips
Poetry - Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I am such a c**t. Cockney John vs
The professional Yorkshireman By King Rat
Cockney Cor blimey guv'nor you're not what I expected
Tyke: What a whippet, flat cap and the sense of bein' rejected
Cockney Faraway from home, the big city's near
Tyke: Aye it's grim up there, but its shit darn ere
Cockney: Down to the queens arms, up with our knees
Kids, Poetry - A Scary Night By Ruth Wilson
Witches and bats,
Broomsticks and black cats
Gathering together for Halloween.
Eerie ghosts scream
A trick or treat to be seen
As spirits float to every home.
Poetry - Exhilaration Denied and Bulling Bone China By Steve Rudd
Long division carries over the little things that add up
On late railways across the USA
Glue sniffers'll get stuck
For words when they're sick
Lumps in the throat tend to stick, to fit
Poetry - My first day at school By Lee Cassanell
Do you believe in the devil? the black widow said,
As she kicked at my friend to make sure she was dead
I replied with a glare of disgust and defeat
And then closed the scared eyes of the girl at my feet..
Poetry - From Kathman to San Fran By Steve Rudd
From Kathman to San Fran
Round the canyon and then some
Routine cheques withheld ransom
I'm gonna go get 'em..
From the same toilet seat, contracting curry house blues
Poetry - Silent Past, Little White Lie and In The Shadows By Amy Rout 16
I saw you lurking in the shadows
I thought you were following me
I turned around to look
But only your silhouette I could see
A silhouette means nothing at all
Just the figure of a face
Poetry - 21st Century Goddamn! By Anthea
I am of a certain age,
The 1960s, were mine.
Bob Dylan sang to us
Of the death of Medgar Evers.
Near half a century ago.
On the far side of the ocean.
Poetry - Ballad of a Jack and Jill By Lee Cassanell
The glare of the hot sun explodes in my face
A cigarette slow burns in takeaway waste,
I lie with the lights off in party smeared threads
Need coffee and OJ but can't feel my legs,
The jungle was massive that's why I'm so tired
Poetry - Dancing in the street By Anthea
When I walked into Marrakech,
Everybody said, hello, to me.
I walked Beverley Road, last February,
So I tried the technique of Crocodile Dundee:
I said, hello, to everybody.
And, that's how I met Dominic!
Poetry - Elizabeth Bennett at the Curry House By Jane Foster
All day before she prepared the white dress,
Not knowing how it would end up a mess..
She fastened her bonnet and powdered her face
And set off for the joy that was Ray's Place.
She took to her seat, tried hard to be modest
Poetry - The Aquanaut By Lee Cassanell
A heartbreak hotel on the back streets of sin cross the road from a bar of hellfire
Awakened by horns songs of champagne and blondes are the essence of all he aspires
The Aquanaut swims through the excess of oil that cascade from the car pool of stars
Poetry - On The Tiles By Lee Cassanell
When I look back at the end of my life
I'll remember the night with my substitute wife
In a Tavern near Cork were the locals still talk
Of the Drinkers who crawled out the sea.
I came to that place with a harem of hippies
Poetry - Rag and Bone Men By Jane Foster
Whilst languishing in bed this morning
I heard the sound of men in the distance..
The ones from days long past, with carts and horses,
Rusting spare parts, weathered necks,
And that old familiar drone:
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