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Last Updated: 16/01/2008 14:45:04
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Poetry - Men weep more as they grow old, and women less - newspaper headline. By Maurice Fairfield
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Skimming through the daily press
Tales of spite and greed oppress
Evils great and evils small,
A headline caught my idle eye
A statement by some talking head
Researched and tested, and he said
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Poetry - Balm Aid, Discarded Clothes and
The Deepest Scars By MD Tasker
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The deepest scars see no light
They live, born from gashes
Coalescing to closed eyes
Stitch marks like lashes
Curving to small smiles
Or gnarled and wailing
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Poetry - Lovedrug and Inter-Planetary Cosmic Rider and The Black Hole By Katherine Horrex Age 16
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When love dies
the feeling is comparable
to the suffering
of the bitter sour comedown from
the most euphoric of highs:
With love's crushing demise
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Poetry - Ode to the Mole By Terry Bugbearer
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I have a love I dare not tell
For a small burrowing animal
It's not a weasel, stoat or vole
but the small, industrious mole.
He makes hills out of my lawn
to his earthy mounds I am always drawn.
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Poetry - Wanted You To Know By Rhonnie Besonday
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Mommy, I had to talk to you,
And tell you some things.
I wanted to say I love you,
And I have always understood.
I know why you did what you did,
And how much it has hurt you since.
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Poetry - I'm Sorry Once Again. By Amy, 16
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I'm sorry if I ever made you unhappy
I'm sorry that I ever made you cry.
I did it all unintentionally.
I didn't mean to lie.
I'm sorry if you ever thought I wasn't there for you
I'm sorry that it took me this long to see
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Poetry - The Reading Will Start Shortly By Patrick Henry
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Catching planes briskly as a smart executive
Crossing the globe to arms talks or trade tariffs,
I land at many ports to collect ripe pub stories,
Or to read poems in suspicious small back rooms.
Who are these figures in the gloom who cough or clap?
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Poetry - Voice at the Edge By Patrick Henry
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News reports twenty-four tongues die out each year.
Every fifteen days one might say goodbye
In its own words, never spoken beyond
Scant enclaves; pronounced on its dying day
By a handful of landless outcasts
In wild tracts of Asia hard to find
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Poetry - Bernard Cribbins - a Disturbing Psychological Study
By Kingrat
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Bernard Cribbins collected ribbons
He stored them on a glass bottomed boat
Bernard Cribbins collected ribbons
They were eaten by a man-eating stoat
Now some of you may find this rather amusing, but some of these ribbons had been cribbinses family
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Poetry - The Lost Generation By Darren Sant
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A boy steals a car for a thrill
An hour later he pops a pill
The Internet generation is cyber fucked
Life ended with a shotgun loaded and locked
McDonalds casually slung from cars
Beagle goes missing on Mars
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Poetry - from...By Harry Slater
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epitomize silence
in the cold
in the dark
there are no words
only echoes of breath
flakes of dead skin
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Poetry - Care less? & No Matter By Lee Cassanell
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No matter what you do
No matter who you are,
No matter if you play the fool or even play guitar.
No matter if you talk to trees and they don't answer back,
No matter if your Girlfriend leaves or you don't pot the black,
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Poetry - Eros a Rose By M.D. Tasker
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TONGUE TO TOOTHBACK
TIP OVER RIDGES TO SMOOTHNESS
SLACK CONTACT
FIRMING SLOWLY
REPEATING
TONGUE AND TOOTHBACK
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Poetry - InSectEyes By M D Tasker
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Blackheaded cockchafers
Skittered through dream grass pastures
Their stench in the stale bedroom air
I inhaled sharply, breaking the surface of my sleep
Time unfolding forwards, infuriating already, fast in its creep.
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Poetry - Schoolboy Ethics By Maurice Fairfield
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We're not going to cut and run
We'll stay till the job is done
We're hard men here in Australia
We'll hang tough and never fail ya
Socialists and Greenies may
Live to fight another day.
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Poetry - Bollywood in Half a Minute By Jane Foster
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Two people meet and fall in love
But they can't be together,
Because of religion, or caste or something
So they go behind a tree
Sing a song about it
Dance in a cornfield for a bit
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Poetry - Life In The Balance By N. Sheppeck
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A mothers hope a heart that's torn,
To see her helpless one and all.
Afraid to think of better times,
She dwells on dreams that should be hers.
A bitterness betrayed by love,
She hides her tears from those she loves.
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Poetry - Bridge It, Jones By Jane Foster
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The archetypal Bridget Jones
Wants less flesh around her bones
To look like all the movie clones,
That's our Bridget Jones.
And every bar where'er you roam
Has turned into a Bridget zone
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Poetry - A Dead Dove, With A Number and Two Lives With One Rejection By Mackenzie Cale
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Every breath you take catches in my skin
Lifting startled hairs, ghosting like a forgotten truth
Blissful in its simplicity.
Every startled gasp is a call
In a language I'm sure only I understand
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Poetry - When all of You are Dead and Gone
By John Crooks, MRCVS, Beverley.
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When all of you are dead and gone
They'll still tell tales of Immobilon Don
So settle down - fill your glasses, of course
And I'll tell you the tale of the unlucky horse.
Everyone was helpless, the owner upset
No one could catch it, not even the vet
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Poetry - Averse to Hull. By Anthea
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In native tongue,
You hear the sound.
No aspirate,
No vowel so round.
Aint no drop't aitch,
At you we hurl.
Our sacred river, 's known as ULL.
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Poetry - Never to Last and Reality. By Amy, 16
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The tears which have been shed.
The plates which have been broken.
The time has now come,
For the vows to be unspoken.
Lets go back in time.
Back to the church.
Find the book of divorce.
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Poetry - Lady of the Night. By Anthea
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Stockings of finest Shantung Silk
May keep your legs from cold,
But heed not the bitter pill:
You know that you were sold.
>From waterfront to back-street,
>From Kowloon to Timbuktu,
When into the shadows dart my eyes
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Poetry - A Satire of Carol Ann Duffy's Valentine
By Jason Karlson
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Not a cabbage or a radish
I give you a banana
It is a tasty snack wrapped in yellow skin
It promises nutrition
Like the opening of a box of weetabix
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Poetry - Abortion. By Amy, 16
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The day that she told me,
Came as quite a shock,
She didn't want the baby,
Both our worlds had quickly stopped.
She hadn't told her parents,
Nor her sister or her brother,
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Poetry - She Stands Framed, Duality and
Undulating Pulses .. By MD Tasker
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UNDULATING PULSES
EBBS EDDYS WHIRLS TIDES
FLUX AND FLOW, SEASONAL GLORIOUS RIDE
ATOM THUMP ELECTRON BUMPING
HEART STOPPING
CORPUSCLE POPPING
LEAF FALLING SUN STOPPING
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Poetry - You can take the boy out of the council estate...
By Lee Cassanell
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Pass me a chocolate,
Make mine a tea.
Eyes on the tele
Plate on your knee.
Kids in the garden
Shirts in the wash
Caring if Beckhams cheating on Posh.
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Poetry - Do Not Depend on the Wind By Maurice Fairfield
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Do not depend on the wind,
many a sailor and miller has found
A grave in the wave a grave in the ground
In waiting for wind.
Do not depend on the rain,
Pleasure and pain,
Harrowing loss, empty gain
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Poetry - I Shan't Be There Anymore by Michelle Dee.
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Forgotten now are the fairies and
fantasies, the magic and mysteries
Brush the glitter
from my eyes so sore.
I shan't be there anymore
The garden the swings, a child's
playthings, a chance for fun
in the hazy summer sun.
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Poetry - Wrong by Michelle Dee.
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Getting ready to go out for the first time in weeks
she selects her favourite jumper. She woke with a
cold and a shiver in her bones but she's going out all the same.
Hurry up, he shouts, Get a move on, impatience in his voice
Picking her way carefully down the stairs in kitten heels
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Poetry - Involved 23 By Matthew Tasker
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DARK ARCHES
EVERYWHERE
BUILDINGS
MINDS
BODIES
SYMBOLS OF DESPAIR
PLACES OF WARMTH
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COMFORT
PEACE
RELEASE
DISEASE
THEY HAVE
INSPIRED
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Poetry
- Somebody and Pictures
at an Auction By Maurice Fairfield.
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Somebody sentenced me to life some time ago.
For something I can't remember doing.
Now as my sentence dwindles to its close,
Freedom no longer pulls me as it did.
My cell though cramped, is cosy,
And the meals arrive on time.
Also, I have grown used to them.
I have some cell-mates.
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Poetry - The Nurses Visit By Nadie.
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My voice is lost,
no-one hears me.
Well meaning,
tearing out my heart,
middle aged ladies,
'where did you buy these cushions?'
I'm dying inside,
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Poetry - Chip Shop Woman by Lee Cassanell
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On Fridays and Mondays
And some times on Sundays
I enter your chamber of grease,
The waft of your Haddock
Lures me from my paddock
To lands of chip butties and cheese.
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Poetry
- Rosedale Chimney Hill By
Maurice Fairfield.
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Long ago in a different time
The World seemed bright and shiny new.
My chin still wore downy fuzz,
My eyes saw clearly, straight and true.
Though money was scarce I had my share
Of strengths and skills, and loads to bear
Could never crush inside my heart,
The love of life abiding there.
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Poetry - Void By Darren Sant
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"Where am I?"
Blackness. The absence of sound and light.
A non-entity floating in an inky void.
"Is anybody out there?"
Silence. Complete and utter nothingness.
Emptiness vast and lonely.
"Please answer me."
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Poetry - When You're Ready and Resolve By Steve Rudd
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We made a pact
At the last filling station
Interstate M62..
I was so proud of you
You'd never normally say boo..
Who drove you to rebel?
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Poetry - Demons by Shelly D.
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She wants a tattoo but really
at my age and a nipple pierced,
what is she thinking.
She got out again last night
always running away oh to be free
What will she do this time
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Poetry - 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..
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