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Last Updated: 16/01/2008 14:45:04
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Poetry - Hangin' Around & The You and Me Poem
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By Jane Foster
In gangs we trawled the wet streets, alive with possibilities,
The smell of fresh rain and freedom in our noses.
How come they always say that we didn't have much,
When so much open space was ours?
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Poetry - Me and Jimbob, Lonesome Wail, and
Always that way By The Lazyswede
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Me & Jimbob out with the hound dog walking through them woods
Didn't see no sign of turkey all the time
Just a possum and a skunk
Then we heard a rustling in the pine trees
Thought our luck had changed
To our surprise before our eyes
A grizzly a running came ..
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Poetry - AND IT SHALL COME TO PASS.. By Ken Hartford
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If I admit responsibility
For the life that comes my way,
Then I feel I own my body,
But that is just to say
I take my responsibility
For giving it some care
And that might apply to everyone
And to everything everywhere.
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Poetry - Spirit of Woody Guthrie
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By Patrick Henry
These voices rising to a tremulous high C.,
Sad as a song created by old Woody G.,
Who long searched the home of the brave for the land of the free,
But found it's only left deep inside you and me.
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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 - Thoroughly Post-Modern Millie & Conspiracy
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By Jane Foster
I'm thoroughly post-modern Millie.
I'm having such a ball.
I've got 15 personas
But no-one loves them all..
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I'm thoroughly post-modern Millie.
I've eaten all the men.
I swallowed all life gave me
And threw it up again.
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Poetry - The Seventies and Back Burner Men By Jane Foster
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The Seventies were great.
You could bounce on your space hopper.
It was OK to ask a girl
To come sit on your Chopper.
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A man had just walked on the moon.
The Beatles had just split.
Together they were beautiful
But separate they were shit.
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by Lee Cassanell
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I could not be more obvious,
It echoes from my eyes,
I'm always semi conscious,
I can't help telling lies.
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My father was a butcher,
My mother easy meat,
I strolled the streets of childhood,
With sandals on my feet.
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By Darren Sant
Excited young faces,
Stick thin legs and untied laces,
Breathlessly chasing the ball,
Youngsters large and small.
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Poetry - "Chemical Love" and "Digit-ull Shitty"
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By Rich Mills
I double dropped before I went in,
Being searched by the doorman put my head-in-a-spin.
I pays me money and am through the door,
Head starts to bob, soon drawn to the dance-floor.
Then through throbbing heart and a tribal beat,
Two pairs of dilated rolling eyes briefly meet.
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Poetry - "Obsession" By Nadie.
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I would ride madness
like the loins of a lover,
cast myself into Hell
even sleep with my brother.
I would swallow poison
and swear it was like nectar,
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Poetry - "OCTOBER MOON" By Nikki Sheppeck
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A beckoning dark October sky,
That bares a crescent moon to shine,
Amongst a star lit evening sky,
A clarity so clear so calm
Sets a scene from tree tops high.
Enchanted by angelic skys,
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Poetry - "Needle Whore" and "Divorce Number 2"
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By Rich Mills
Down the corridor and through the door,
There lives nothing more than a needle whore.
All his pathetic rock-star dreams,
Are slowly coming apart at the seams.
With song lyrics full of false metaphor,
He's a one-man psychological war.
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Poetry - The Big Issue
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By Darren Sant
He stands in the pouring rain,
Ignored again and again,
Biting wind chills his bones,
People rush to their warm homes.
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Poetry - Drink, by Shelly D.
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Drink in the morning,
drink at night.
Drink in the dark,
drink in the light.
Drink from the bottle,
drink from the can.
Drink like a fish,
as only you can.
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Drink at work,
drink at school.
Drink in the pub,
drink like a fool.
Drink while you're dancing,
drink when you're stoned.
Drink at your wedding,
drink 'cos your boyfriend
never phoned.
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Poetry - The Last Cigarette.
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by Lee Cassanell
There's a place I once knew
That no longer exists,
But I still smell its smoke in my hair
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Poetry - How do I compare thee & Repetition
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By By Sandy Jones
It's a mystery to me that when
The heart cries out Oh not again,
And you find yourself back in that place
Where you were once in pains embrace,
But from that spot you ventured forth
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Poetry - A thing of dreams & The only mark I wear (for you)
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By Jason Karlson
Many a night a knight will rescue you
But that’s not me my love
I am his proud white stead below
Speed you from the darkness with
Love written across my flank
And every mile I run
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Poetry - The Bard Of Bilton Grange
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By Nicholas Boldock
The hurtful glances made me try
To get out from my cage
And I looked towards the day I'd be
The Bard Of Bilton Grange
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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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Poetry - A Spare Five Minutes
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By Rich Mills
With a spare five minutes
I scribble these ramblings down.
Between herding the kids
And taking over the world.
I find a spare five minutes
It was just lying here on the ground.
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Poetry - Mirror
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By Darren Sant
I tell only the truth hturt eht ylno llet I
A tale of lost youth htuoy tsol fo elat A
Endless tale of sadness ssnedas fo elat sseldnE
Endless tale of woe eow fo elat sseldnE
Where does our beauty go? ?og ytuaeb ruo seod erehW
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Poetry - By Liberties Trip (Izzy)
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Crime Scheme
The Peace I Know
A Pocket Of Peace
With a plastacine face
they design against grace
their gifts to abuse
the temptation too great
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Poetry The Watcher Above
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By Darren Sant
The Sharpest Eye
A piercing Cry
Oily Black Feathers
Watcher in all weather
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Poetry Mr Joseph Ginger
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By Nicholas Boldock
Mr Joseph Ginger was an indisposed old man
With electrodes in his brain and arthritis in his hands
He'd nearly fifteen grandchildren
But he didn't know their names
And he'd written a dozen books he could no longer understand
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Poetry Tell Me Again
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By Nicholas Boldock
Tell me again how you saw me in the queue
How my eyes drew you in
How my wrinkled shirt made you laugh and broke the ice
Tell me again how you looked and looked
Hoping we would meet again
And remind me how you smiled when finally you found me.
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Poetry Is This Place Freedom?
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By Nicholas Boldock
The roads stretch out ahead of me
To which town will they lead?
And will there be a lady there
With dark brown eyes and long blonde hair
Who'll let me love her if I dare
Own up to what I need.
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Poetry The Godfather Of Cool
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By Nicholas Boldock
The easy-skunkin', acid-funkin' Godfather Of Cool
With eyes like strobes in velvet robes this mover ain't no fool
The finger-flippin', midnight-trippin' Minister for Bass
With discs on slicks and mixing tricks he'll keep it in its place
With eyes on stalks and drunken walks the kids are all alright
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Poetry - Super Escape
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By Rich Mills
Inject the god that makes me whole.
That's why I need a drug that hugs my soul.
Brief clarity before dirty wind drags me all about.
Mind now numb no longer able to dictate a verbal doubt.
Perpetuate the cycle of drugs debt and depression.
Quit today, stop tomorrow, take a life on
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Poetry - What is a Friend?
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by Scott
Have you ever asked yourself, what is a Friend?
Surely it's a special relationship that'll not break but bend.
For you've known each other for years as mates,
During which you've got into some scrapes and states,
And over time recognise each other's strong points,
Confidences and deep thoughts shared over joints,
Are genuinely happy for their luck and enterprises,
Whilst lovingly empathising with their darker surprises.
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