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Last Updated: 16/01/2008 14:45:04
Poetry - Feeling like the Hulk on a Wednesday By Joe Hakim
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You've heard it before
but I'm saying it again:
you become that
which you despise.
Excuse me while I change,
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Poetry - Take a Break and Savour a Tsunami ..By Jenny Ross
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Weddings and grandchildren, biscuits and pets
(Divorce and brats, obesity and vets...)
Serial killers, transvestite husbands,
(Bearded van drivers, strange long-haired busmen)
Sights from beyond the grave,
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Poetry - Birdsong and Dreaming By Craig Livings
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I see you lying there confused, alone
In your own world away from me
I wonder what you're dreaming when you lay there oh so peaceful
I wonder if you're dreaming of me
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Poetry - A Sea of Humanity By Del "Abe" Jones, White Bluff, TN
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Mother Nature shows Us once again
That She is really in Control
How She can rearrange this Earth
Right down to It's very Soul.
The Human, just one stage of Life
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Poetry - X Marks The Spot By Amy Rout
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Bucket in one hand
Spade in the other
Don't go too far
Were the words of my mother
Sand between my toes
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Poetry - Occasionally. By Lee Cassanell
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Sometimes I'm a Bastard
Sometimes I'm the Pope
Sometimes I don't bathe for days
Sometimes I drop the soap.
Sometimes my eyes are open
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Poetry - An Old Man's Afternoon By Maurice Fairfield
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In a would be poets' pub
Smoke stained
Dusty, (that's the pub not me)
And some of the would be poets too
If truth were told, as truth must be
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Poetry - In the End By Joe Hakim
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In the end
you have to settle for the moments
in between
everything else.
You get in from work
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Poetry - Xmas 2004 By Anonymous
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It's August, but the adverts already bawl,
Come, consume this festive Yule!
Why be different? Follow that trend,
And get to the shops to spend, Spend, SPEND!
To get the kids something fantastic,
Don't stress with wonga, just flash ya plastic.
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Poetry - The Morning after... By Lee Cassanell
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Four in the morning your eyes start to flicker
Mouth is a mire of tobacco and liquor
What happened last night?
Who's to blame for the slaughter?
Lips stung and dry call for Aspirin and water.
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Poetry - How to Lose Friends and Alienate People By Lee Cassanell
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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,
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Poetry - A Case of Silly String and Whatever Next By Steve Rudd
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Money is the root of all evil,
A positive thought that's not shared is a waste.
So what if I've got an inferiority complex?
Insecurity is so simple to evade.
If you give me a dollar I'll trade it for a book,
Second hand glances deflect scathing good looks.
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Poetry - The Final Kick By Michelle Dee
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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
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Poetry - How to Lose Friends and Alienate People By Lee Cassanell
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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,
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Poetry - 1000 Words By Lee Cassanell
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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
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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
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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
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Kids, Poetry - A Scary Night By Ruth Wilson
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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.
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Poetry - Exhilaration Denied and Bulling Bone China By Steve Rudd
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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
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Poetry - My first day at school By Lee Cassanell
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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..
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Poetry - From Kathman to San Fran By Steve Rudd
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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
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Poetry - Silent Past, Little White Lie and In The Shadows By Amy Rout 16
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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
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Poetry - 21st Century Goddamn! By Anthea
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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.
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Poetry - Ballad of a Jack and Jill By Lee Cassanell
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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
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Poetry - Dancing in the street By Anthea
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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!
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Poetry - Elizabeth Bennett at the Curry House By Jane Foster
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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
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Poetry - The Aquanaut By Lee Cassanell
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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
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Poetry - On The Tiles By Lee Cassanell
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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
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Poetry - Rag and Bone Men By Jane Foster
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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:
Any Rag? Bone?
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Poetry - Confessions of a Codeine Smoker By Lee Cassanell
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I sit with spiders
On Webs of Fly's
In rooms of damp and squalor
A coiled up spring
The mist I'm in
Will all clear by tomorrow
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Poetry - The Plumber By Maurice Fairfield
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Behold the plumber where he stands
His wrenches gleaming in his hands
His jaw is square, his eye is keen
His belly flat his body lean.
No common man, his hire comes high
His hourly rate is in the sky
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Poetry - Long Green Overcoats and Late Night Holly Oakes By Lee Cassanell
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Never smoke at dinner,
Never smoke at dawn,
Never smoke somebody's grass or mow somebody's lawn.
Never smoke your sister,
Never smoke your friends,
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Poetry - He Comes at Night By Michelle Dee
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On a dark night, so cold a night
the wind hollering at my door.
Silver light breaking through my window
I lay there paralysed with anticipation
Suddenly he comes to me screaming my name
He was there in that very room
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Poetry - The Queen, The Angel, And The Scribe By Rhonnie Besonday
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Across a nation three lives meet,
Lives alike and yet unknown.
Strangers to each other,
Yet three women of faith.
One woman a Queen in power,
Another Angel in sorrow and pain.
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Poetry - Whispers of the Sea - Anonymous
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You are a Beacon and I am a mirror.
You brighten the world with your light, yet most see only flames.
I show the world as it is, yet most see only themselves.
I can never touch the light,
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Poetry - Clair180 By Nicholas Boldock
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Almost like a virtual death
The passing of one faceless username
A collection of letters and numbers
Playing games on a flat screen universe
As if existing only in the imagination.
Notified by email, appropriately almost
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Poetry - Or So I Would Imagine by C.Hutchcroft
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Or so I would imagine:
The limitless toils of a brace
Of degenerate angels steeped in ecstasy
Coated thick with nascence and bid farewell together
In the deserts
Charting sand grains
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Poetry - Indifference By Lee Cassanell
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I don't really have an opinion
Your troubles are not my concern,
I can't give a toss if your football team lost
Or get off on the money you earn
I don't really have an opinion
Your hair is all right I suppose,
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Poetry - The Day I died By Benjamin Bourne
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I rolled my eyes
Said my goodbyes
Left her standing on the corner
She shouted, wait
I never turned
I wish I had.
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Poetry - A Message For .. and The Break Up By Nigel Holmes
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Like a magnet, I was, when I first saw you.
Like a cactus in the desert, you stood out.
I did not know you, but, I was intrigued.
Would I get to know you?
Would you want to know me?
Your fantastic hair, your pretty face,
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