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Last Updated: 16/01/2008 14:45:04
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Poetry - The Lesson By Joe Hakim
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There's a lesson to be learnt,
even if I don't know what it is.
I'm at a friend's house
and I'm checking my e-mail
and there it is:
a poetry organisation has
nominated me for
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Poetry - Heron By Katherine Horrex
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Puffed up, portentous. Mortar board tassels
Flapping with distinction in the breeze, a heron
Has with ease cast off his fledgling's first year rags,
Graduating from estuary banks to next door's pond-
A task that has presented him a sharp thirst
It seems, as he sips at the siphon before sniping fish
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Poetry - Snakes and Things By Andrea Longstaff
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When I take pictures my eyes realign
At the end of the day I sleep in a barn
The wandering insane impinged on my pain
So I listened to music 'till sunrise
When she asked for my name I said "I don't know"
I'd forgot who I was a long time ago
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Poetry - Now She's Gone By Mike Watts
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Every Friday was pizza night
And we'd share a large pepperoni
With extra chilli
And a box of fries
Which I always dished out 60/40
Because she was too gorgeous
To be ruined by equal portions.
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Poetry - I Can't Speak For You By Paul England
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every turn I ever took
left me questioning my mind
I'm picking through my closet
but the truth is all I find
life has left me lost
feeling only blind
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Poetry - The Petite Bourgeoisie By Laura Fry
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Your parents did their best for you
And that's why money's always meant a lot
They were never well-to-do
So you'd do so much better, so you thought
Baby-boomer, Sixties child
Sex and money all rolled into one
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Poetry - Juggling Chainsaws By Joe Hakim
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There's a gig I need to do,
a flat I need to view.
There's a point to be proved,
a sofa to be moved.
There's a table to be cleared,
a reputation to be smeared.
There's a drink I'd like to taste,
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Poetry - These Streets By Mike Watts
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These streets are as mean
As a dog gone mad
The raised fist
Of a drunken dad
A thousand wasps
In a swarm of fury
A hot and hungry
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Poetry - I'm Confused By Sven Rez
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Two quid fifty a beer!
Out three times a week
Hundred quid for alcohol, taxis and that greasy kebab
And I'm not on about your mum
What about the drugs?
What about the new clothes for a night out?
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Poetry - Depression and Grime By Laura Fry
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The turkey is burnt, and nobody's learnt
That the whole malarkey is nothing but twaddle
Uncle Bert's put his new socks in the bin
And Grandma's on her third bottle of gin
Christmas time
Depression and grime
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Poetry - Definition By Sven Rez
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A degree does not bring happiness
A holiday does not bring joy
Sadness brings pain
Without sadness, no one will be happy
A light does not shine
A star cannot shoot
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Poetry - The Crude Politics Of Petropublicans And Democradicals And Indepundits By Del Abe Jones.
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Where do we get these people
Who fight new energy
Then, raise the price of oil
For their greedy industry?
Where do we get these people
Who build the cars we drive
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Poetry - The Warriors Holiday By Del Abe Jones.
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The holidays are upon us
And Christmas is drawing near
But for far too many Families
There won't be a 'Happy New Year'.
Their loved ones are off at War
In some far-off foreign land
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Poetry - Dead Flowers By Paul England
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I hate these fucking lines
the ones that tell the truth
these lines that tell the world
about my misplaced youth
lines of yesterday
still playing in my head
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Poetry - Away from Here By Sven Rez
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Meeting new people with same enthusiasm of life
To travel so far on my own
Out here, there is no stress or worries
A far cry away from home
Sitting here on the golden sands of paradise
The night filled with thousands ...
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Poetry - Bruises Look Nicer in Twilight and Snowshoes Cause Blisters At Mealtimes By Andrea Longstaff
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Smoking crack in a rickety shack
Hoovering up pygmies while wearing a mac
She was reminiscing about a girl called Jack
Well bugger me it's still raining.
The metaphor's ran a race for life
The Queen didn't mind when
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Poetry - Nature At Its Best By Cathie McCarthy
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Standing on the cliffs edge
Watching the sea at its best
Waves getting vicious and wild
Beating away at the lands coast
I almost feel the anger of this action
The strength it takes
As it washes away a little more land
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Poetry - Somewhat Between Scenes... By John Winn
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I saw butterflies flying in the sky
I notice that they do not fly so high
But drift along a pleasant breeze which is neither here nor there
With windows closed I can see darkness
Detached from a modern "bring down" world
Sacred texts hold you in place
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Poetry - Chants By Shaun Heesom
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I drank a glass of auld lang syne
And burned the mistletoe
I walked down 'Chants'
Like I used to do on Christmas Eve
Many times before
How it has changed
Who did this?
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Poetry - The Next Buzz By Michelle Dee
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I turn the corner there's a queue
going right down the street. The occasional shriek
as excited young girls, dream of men they might meet. My feet
make no sound as I pass around people standing.
Striding for the door I ..
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Poetry - Whisky By Shaun Heesom
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I woke up early
No I didn't it was late
My head was clear and alive
No it wasn't it was hungover
I thought how great life was-
- nah I didn't
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Poetry - The Cloth Actor and the Cold Walk Home By Joe Hakim
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The Cloth Actor
is in tatters,
too battered
to focus or notice
the shadows of bare branches
like hands clutching at ankles
on frosted pavements
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Poetry - Another Day of Infamy March 20, 2003 By Del Abe Jones.
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An unprovoked attack in Forty-one
That some say, could have been prevented
Sadly, now we have another one
From lies our Government invented.
We are coming on five years of War
More than forty-three hundred killed
Just so, as some say, the Pres's wishes
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Poetry - Display By Katherine Horrex
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The night is cannon-pocked, illuminated
intermittently, and with every boom
the tune of the 1812's denouement.
War-cries drench and pound against the skin.
High in my garret, I am feeling hot nostalgia
for an unknown epoch- its whole framework
rattles as they skewer the air- streaking
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Poetry - My Street By Paul England
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People say I'm different
cos I speak the fucking truth
the man I have become
leaves me questioning ones youth
at 18 years old
I was a crazy cunt so willing
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Poetry - Yourself Believe In By Sven Rez
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Do you believe in fate?
Does fate believe in you?
Do you believe in God?
Does God believe in you?
Do you believe in coincidence?
Does coincidence believe in you?
Do you believe in science?
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Poetry - Whisky By Shaun Heesom
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I woke up early
No I didn't it was late
My head was clear and alive
No it wasn't it was hungover
I thought how great life was-
- nah I didn't
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Poetry - Really, What is it all about? By Joe Hakim
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It's on days like this
I wonder why -
why I continue
to fill the glasses
of these hollow
well-scrubbed
professional something or others:
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Poetry - I Have Never By Mike Watts
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Smoked or taken drugs
Had jewellery dangling from my lugs
Been tempted by a teenage tart
Held a lighter to a fart
Backed a horse that's won a race
Had a virgin on my face
Thought Jim Davidson was funny
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Poetry - Hull By Rucko
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Inspired by common clay,
It's nature's wasted face,
A failed bohemian,
With not a single ounce of grace,
No grassy rolling hills,
No sparkling streams or lakes,
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Poetry - For the Dad I Barely Knew By Laura Fry
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Your friends, they still miss you today
They say you were larger than life
You're still in my mind
I've still got my short memories
You were gentle and kind
Laughing brown eyes
And almost raven hair
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Poetry - Who Will Care When We're All Gone By The Lazyswede
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I am just a simple man in a world where love
Is hiding far away, far away
Pain and anger all around yes this story's been foretold
Long ago, long ago
When will we learn to get along who'll tell you that they
Want to end it all, end it all,
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Poetry - When Indie Rock and Metal Collide (Or the goose that laid the golden egg) By Michelle Dee
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Tables moved out of the way as GST play "Class A"
Front man Dave wants his band's free beer,
He'll get it later have no fear.
The kids get a taste of the microphone
Bellowing out "all that you know"
Standing on speakers wearing Ray Ribeiro's cap
Not cap in hand, they couldn't
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Poetry - Day Off By Joe Hakim
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I'm not going to work today
it's raining outside but I feel ok,
my bed is comfy
and I still feel sleepy
and I know no one's going to ring me.
For the first time in weeks
I'm free -
so I'm going to be lazy,
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Poetry - I Remind Myself of Me When I Wasn't By Andrea Longstaff
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As I opened my mind
With a key that's not mine
I wondered if I could paper over the cracks
As I strolled down the halls
And bounced off the walls
I learnt to transcend the trivia
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Poetry - Destiny By Laura Fry
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A Yorkshire November
Set the scene for our perfect day
And I still remember
Each detail as if it were yesterday
Church bells were ringing
Late autumn wind ruffled my bridal gown
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Poetry - Rocky The Rat By Mike Watts
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When I was ten
I was given a rat
A pet shop reject
As big as a cat
That shared the shed
With my brothers rabbit
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Poetry - Trade Winds By Scott Rorrison
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Trade winds blow o'er the boisterous azure sea,
To Africa's savage shore, land of kings,
Where Nile reeds softly dance with the dawn winds:
As you used to, drunk on old Jack and me.
Perhaps Rome? Land of Romulus the great,
Where olives, lemons, lustful Latin's dwell,
A fierce city, born when brave Troy fell,
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