Sometimes it’s better when you don’t have to love,
Easier when she just doesn’t give a fuck,
She said I didn’t play the pornstar, and that’s a good start,
But tonight we’ll agree neither of us have a heart.
And like a weight that’s been relieved,
Like new lungs still waiting to breathe,
There’s no pressure, or so I made myself believe.
So in the morning you can just get up and lea...

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It’s has always been easier to slay us

With your obedient insecurities

Cheerfully devoted to poetic doom

You speculate, create and anticipate

A wheel of fortune that spins in your tomb

Lashing and flaying against happiness

You claw and spit against the lid

Of exhausted insight and recognition

Crying out against comprehension

With a scream of lies and unravell...

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I miss your face, I miss your smile,

That look you gave, when you were around,

The memories are here to stay

Now you're gone, I just feel empty

I scan the contents of the page

And keep ticking off the list,

I hear the wind outside

Whispering your name

Halfway down the stairs I stop

Listening to the tick of the clock

In the lonely air of the hall

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the coldest nights are the quietest

though the litter chatters around my feet

like the arctic teeth of an almost corpse

and the gas settles close to home

glassy in it’s  welcome

the trees, taut, still brittle of bone,

clench every desperate sinew

as fleshless fingers on a wintered birch

gnarl a carpal tunnel to the council’s moon

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Hey you!

put down that paper

full of hypocrisy and lies

why let Murdoch indoctrinate you?

you are not one of the one percent

not for you their deceit

their toxic measures

to turn man against man

woman against woman

when united we must stand

against our oppressors!

Take note!

dailies rile hatred and poison

aiding and abetting ...

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Are you up today,

or are you down,

are you wearing a smile,

or a frown,

are you average this evening,

or simply fragile ?

Both my poets,

present as clowns.

One young, only just beginning,

one mature

and ever so giving,

one's stole my soul,

one's heightened my senses,

I hope none of us part.

One my harshest critic,

one my sh...

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Thoughts are things

Not things that disappear when your mind is closed

Or a wave of energy that fades away

Oh no, thoughts are things

They’re here to stay

So when I see you face to face

I take that vision place to place

And when I’m tired and sleeping fast

That thought is with me in my dreams

Because thoughts are things

They’re here to stay

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In The Frame

We met in an antique shop,

while you were sifting through

dusty memories

and tarnished gilt.

I was new and bright -

just what you needed in your life

at that time of regrets

and heartaches.

So we went home together

and you placed me on a pedestal.

The centre of a universe

that orbited your soul.

I put my arms

aroun...

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I always felt it would be a game,

between you and I.

Cat and mouse I thought,

me the cat,

playing the chase,

never leaving your side,

wrong was I.

It turned out to be chess we play,

you chose black,

leaving me with white,

you being from the dark side

and I from the light..

I moved first,

you next,

drawing us close,

game on,

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Wings

Those walls could have been

A hundred feet tall,

No, a thousand feet

With every inch taken like breath,

And I’m sure the humility behind them,

The exhaustion to climb them,

Would take the deepest intake of air,

     Still,

No walls knew this man,

No walls could keep

Boundaries of forfeiture,

To see the stars tumble

From looki...

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Prime Ministers Walpole, Compton, Pelham read this from a book
P-Holles, Cavendish, Stuart, Greville, and Wentworth take a look

Pitt, Fitzroy, North, Petty, Bentinck makes you think
Perceval, Jenkinson Pitt younger I think I need that drink

Addington, Grenville, Canning, Robinson, Wellesley nowhere done
Grey, Lamb, and Peel, Russell reciting this for fun

Stanley, Gordon, Temp...

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UK GIN DEPENDENCE PARTY

We’re not fascists, are we, dear?

Bring that bottle over here.

Now. Where was I? Enoch Powell?

Sod this irritable bowel!

Do you play goff? Come down the club.

Just a snifter, lovely grub……

What, no blazer? Borrow mine.

Chin chin. Maggie, ‘79!

Now. Where was I?  Nigel Farage.

Dear! More bottles in the garage.

Really ...

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Ah, the shame of ill-placed modesty!

Perhaps we should be satisfied that at least part of the whole name remains, unlike many street names which have submitted to the puritanism of local councils.  In York, for example, it’s even been sanitised to Grape Lane.

Three cheers, then, for the people of Wakefield who protested and successfully thwarted the renaming to “Tittle Cott”...

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The final passage of man’s impact

Stones won and worked from a gritty rock face

Once made a shelter, a base, a home

Long abandoned and without form

A vegetated hump on the moor edge reveals

Tilted on its clean worked facet

A stone sink in ashlar remains whole

Testimony to lore

Cleanliness’ was next to godliness

In the high lonely Pennines

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The exterior appears alive

The interior's brown bread

The smile smiles but the head's mashed

H'orderves shattered, tattered and scattered

Over a kaleidoscope ocean swell

The bell tolls out of control like a fire engine on heat

Beating faster, harder, threatening to burst the ticker

On the B of the bang

Badly drawn curtains

Expose the writing...

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Life's colours are painted by the brush our brain cells create.
 

The Golgi, "a neuron in the cerebral cortex with short dendrites
and with either a long axon or a short axon
that ramifies in the grey matter."
I hope to turn my grey matter into a rainbow,
each strand of light connecting to my heart's valves.

Curiosity - a humans speciality,
our chef's signatur...

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The down time creeps up like old Bolton smog

 soaking into my flesh

and trickling black treacle

that thickens from within the mesh

 of chaos, thoughts, decisions

crossroads and dead ends.

 And before long the gloom of the down time

becomes regular time and time stands still.

When I’m up I smile and glow

Like the summer solstice

but when the do...

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Is that you? In the mirror.
Unstoppable, decay.

Is that you? In the plaster.
On the wall. Fading away.

Is the heartbeat, so disjointed,
that you will fade, and fade away?

Has your body, completed changing?
Does the blood vapourize, then decay?

And is your father waiting?
Is your mother waiting too?

And your husband, and your husband,
Is he waiting, ...

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Withered flowers fastened to a wasting bench,
Its plaque and pickled paint are weathered long.
The buckled slats curl flecks on harshest winter's freeze.
Where age defies intent to which it did belong.

As passers-by whom in their daily cues entrenched,
They, wrapped in woolen shields, look blindly on
And notice not the broken petals on the breeze,
Nor sense the echo of a parted...

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And it turned copper in my hands. Now I'm stuck. And expensively mobile. You look good in a wig, Why do you ask?

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Dawn December day.

Machine peacefully sleeps.

Slumber banished.

RAF pilot.

Spitfire!

Kept warm, mission time, Norway bound.

Snow, fjords, mountains.

Cockpit, aboard, checks,

rise, feathery clouds.

Recon.

Fine machine, woman.

Precision engine.

Exquisite cameras, spy on Nazi’s Christmas.

Thousand mile trip, freedom.

Gen...

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  'ThePoetry Spoke'

Great poetry and acoustic music

Tuesday - Tomorrow!  26th March- doors open 8pm

La Gondola

22a Liscard Crescent

Wallasey- The Wirral

CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)

Check us out in the gig guide...

Our Guest Poet

Write Out Loud's - Dave Morgan

Dave's poetry leaps through kitchen sink dramas, c...

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Right.

When the air is clear,

Not quite as blue

And every other problem

Isn’t you,

When the demon lit

Calms the hue

And allows another point of view-

Then I’ll grind the shells

Beneath my shoe

And I’ll hope it’s not too late

And worth the wait.

Also-

Get some bin bags.

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My father's generation was lost to give freedom to the world

Into the maelstrom of World War One he and his kind were hurled.

When the carnage was over and the survivors staggered back

There was little here left for any brave man-jack.

And when World War Two was declared over twenty years on

That generation was called upon and once more to war had gone...

To free the peo...

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12/1/12

Ripples in the water. Forever bouncing. The transformation from Sea to Land. The water. a Constant Surge. Pulsating Tides. those Building Blocks. Keeping a foundation grounded. The inspiration behind the pen.

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Are we all just words in a pictionary born again to have meaning? My reality appears vastly d...

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What light across the cloudless bay

Falls placid on thy peerless face

Relected on the now calm sea?

That in its rage did toss in

Tidal abandon the wreckage

Of the human condition cast

Recklessly from the shore.

Do not despair nor fling thy dreams

From this vapid spit which clings by

Wiry Marram to this wretched

Isle, detritus ringed on littoral

...

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enchanting  armies of harmony...Phalanxes of rhythmic phoenixes.......remixing life to art art to life dark to light death to life.......music is our sanctuary music is our life to art art to life the art of life is the heart of life...... lifes A cycle like sum hyped CD or 12 inch vinyl spiral tribes thrive.........revolutionary recital....like breath music’s vital enlightened or suicida...

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My performance of "Thomas", "Fishmonger", "The Creation of Beans", and "Puppy Dreams" at Pop Up Poetry in March. Thanks to Janice Windle for making the video!

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I am wasted and all strung out,

Don’t have the voice to shout,

The lonesome blues have gotten to me,

I am hooked on you - can’t you see,

It’s an addiction - a terminal infection,

I need a shot of you - a lethal injection,

My slow burning fuse is about to ignite,

I just can’t find the strength to fight,

Climbing the walls as they close in,

It’s my punish...

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''Is that all that 

there is?''

All that

there is-

is,

and

'is' is

all that

is there.

''all that 

is there

is there?''

all that

there is there-

is there

''is that all

that there is?''

all that is there-

is all that there is.

words and foto(self-portrait) Tommy Carroll

(trans...

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I stood in the tall mirror 

on the border of puberty,

not long before i had learned to see myself.

Glass against foil, a simple trick.

Even though the foil was peeling,revealing itself plain

i believed

in something better

and i looked right in to the point where they say He hides

deep inside the ripples of glass

and i squinted my eyes

knowing ...

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And so, The true voice emerged, Out of worthless words, Blurted by the herds, Who claimed to care, But only shared, Whats left of a third, The equivalent of a turd, Compared to my worth, Disturbed, When I reversed the cycle of the absurd, To turn, And witness the stern, Of people who never earnt, Or learnt, What I originaly yearned, And now the back burns, The bums of those return...

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Thirty

Rivers carry debris until floods release ghosts

So the dead can make deposits and withdrawals

Planks, fallen branches, corpses of fish, fowl, mammals and dreams

Become ghost ships carrying organisms to new destinations

With water as medium the dead and the undead sally forth as equals

 Two: 

Good River Feeling Bad

 Her voice is deep water

Though she’s too shallow ...

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Jostling egos demand a hearing.

Who is listening?

or enjoying?

Scribblers desperate to win, to be read.

Who reads?

or appreciates?

Here is my book it's only three pounds

to buy, I wrote some at

workshops, more on a weekend course, and

did you hear

I won a competition, and

I was second in a slam, and

I had two guest spots last month, and

...

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It was by chance, or I would like to think destiny, that I happened to notice glossy postcard sized advertisements sprawled across the faculty workroom table with BILLY COLLINS written in rather large, noticeable white capital letters against a solid charcoal background. Detailes were in much smaller print written in both white and red surrounding his name. My heart must have skipped a few beat...

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Without having sought you,

love turned into skin and dwelt among us,

you and I,

just one world

I see you with my soul,

you give me warmth, your hands assure me,

your words come to me

and gifted me with a new life

Nothing was spared!

I know that you love me and from so much love,

we’ll continue to live for our love,

because our ...

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The twenty first of March!

It’s a rainbow’s arch as such.

Equinox in springs

World Poetry Day brings.

It’s not an accidental event.

It gives this day a certain content.

A content to all those who can fly

And to all those who new things try.

A poetic word is an art.

It comes straight from the poet’s heart.

It gives a poetic word a chance

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Turn it off , shut it off

and suddenly numbness no feeling no emotion

life is black and white , the world doesnt make sense

yet suddleny its all clear , no emotion no heart Only a world of knowledge: simplicity

she can look but she cant see, emptiness fills her eyes a rock replaces the place her heart use to be.

she walks in the world feeling hollow , free , not feeling anyt...

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ANOTHER NEW YEAR.

Attend your church.

Lurching forward

Towards new year.

No new news,

Only the same old views,

From the same old crews,

Kneeling in the same old pews

As last year.

Cleaning out their souls.

Caught sinking in the holes

Dug by last years fancies.

Their attention held in holy trances.

Fortunately,

Between the saddl...

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after seeing Carcer City at the Westy

“Had T. S. Eliot been born in the late 1980s I have no doubt that he would be standing on a dingy stage, clad in a Converse T-shirt roaring incomprehensibly about April being the cruellest month.” The Dreaded Press

In the morning I watched the 2012 Olympic torch

being lit by the sun (it only took a few seconds)

while a group of Gree...

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Two Trips to the Orthodontist

(a true story)

The orthodontist said to me,

the orthodontist cried,

‘When Adam says he’s cleaned his teeth

he’s obviously lied.

I cannot undertake to treat

a mouth so grim with plaque.

He must buck up his thoughts or else

I cannot have him back!’

‘And look’ she said, ‘these eye teeth here

both sport a li...

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Hello there,

Angel from my nightmares.

Devil from my dreams

a grey spirit that weaves

its way through my existence.

What a Dementor does to souls

or a Dalek to a human heart.

Even a superhuman heart

can break.

Just ask Logan,

a force so strong

a returning phoenix

could not reignite remnants.

I miss you.

Whatever yo...

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Embroiled in scars of lifes past hurts.

Stains on the heart, like earth stained sheep,

the stain removed.... the taint still grows.

Hold it.......

cherish it.......

feel it, feeding on your bones....

Fed in thought by candlelight,

The lifeless soul of mistrustful deeds.

Gently hold it in healing sleep,

the bleeding heart relentlessly weeps......

As open h...

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Hi Everybody

Im very excited  not only because its 2 DAYS TILL PROS & COMS but also we have hot water comedy's finest Paul Smith joining us. other guest include Stephen L Smith and Denis Joe

show starts at 8pm see you there. 88-90 lark lane, aigburth L17 8UU.

and its still free

Paul In action

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akh2nmxxlGA

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