Inspired to have a go at my own version after reading the Brian Bilston version which includes music acts and groups. It is just for fun, no offence intended. 
 

Our Finger
who heart in human
hammertoed be thigh frame
thigh duodenum gum
thigh will be bum
in birth as it is in human
Gut us this disc our brain and head
and forgive us our bodily gasses 
as we forehead those who bypass vein...

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Be a radio king or queen

You'll be heard a lot more than you're seen

Let us hear your diamond voice

As you recite a verse of your choice

The topic is the Jubilee

Were you there for the major three?

Are you a corgi, a horse or a jewel?

What would happen if YOU made the rules?

Write, record and let me know

To get featured on my show

Calling all budding poets and pr...

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they file in 
tired, hungry, optimistic 

into a poorly-maintained 
eighty year-old frame 

a sea of humanity 
critical 

that anything you can do 
can help this mess 

a tiny portion 
of the spectrum-

revolutionary 
to anarchistic 

might be the only hope 
to deliver the day

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It might the flying Dutchman be 
Or the fame of those fishermen three 
How it, planks of our own fashioning, walk we!

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Thank you Dad.

Thank you for your deep deep love.

For always making me feel so special and loved.

For teaching me to pass on that love to my own children.

I could not have felt more loved.

Thank you Dad.

Thank you for sharing with me your love of music and poetry.

For reading to me at bedtime and encouraging my love of books.

For instilling in me the love of words and ...

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The journey begins in our hearts 

Where desires lead us we go 

In our mind we have our perfect plans 

Directions of life our best guide 

We follow the paths we choose 

Uphill or down, upstream or down 

We know we are heading straight 

Into our nowhereland of dream state 

A new life begins with friends new 

Totally a strangeland to begin through 

Nothing can block...

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A warm morning after a night full of sleep full of hope, plans
I feel young

It’s strange how my mood is affected by how my body feels.
A mystery: what is pain a message from a part of me
battling with an unseen enemy Doctors always ask
where does it hurt describe your pain on a scale
of 1 to 10 I seldom think of numbers when I’m
in pain, but ratings in life are popular I give
that song a...

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Endurance is a flower,
A bulb in winter’s depth,
A rare-repeated wonder:
A sin we must forget.

In this-world-of-my-creation
In this world-of-make-believe:
Cancer, the death of children,
Are falling autumn leaves.

I see a road before me,
A road I walk in vain,
A road through Trawden, Lancashire
A road that has no name.

All roads lead to heaven
And all roads lead to you
And a...

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dreams arise in our slumbering consciences and bear

surreal and indeterminate apparitions there

that inhabit the depthless void of sleeps everchanging surprise

responsible for setting the other worldy stage behind closed eyes

as turns the hour as turns each unreasoned theme

as floats the helpless susceptible mind on the unrelenting strangest stream

no matter waking anew in calmne...

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A dead tree is sad, but it stands, present,

Benevolent, useful, still in the game.

It has nobility, even when charred

By flames, in the overheat of wartime.

Dead people though, perish in every sense;

Their limp remains plead for quick disposal.

All that’s left is once-removed: memories,

Letters, film of their pomp and garden games,

The sly maintenance of reputations.

Tre...

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Redeem the natural

See the reason for peeking into endless realness

Onto the big rusty red wagon with traction wheels

Fix on down the road

A mighty fine truck

Going so fast

Taking it in slow

Process

Apply 

Consume

Accentuate

Timely matters falling into spot

Coming to cast

Winding and unwinding sporadically

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We found this cradling valley
men of the world will never reach
unthinkingly.
There was no map,  no road to follow.
Without a plan, guileless as it must be, 
we brushed aside overhanging leaves
for our beginning.
Unrecognised, lain all around
machineries of the joyous spirit
curative, creative
were picked up again and again that day.
Perfectly fitting, like a smooth, cool pebble
i...

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I vaguely recollect a story, maybe from the Bible, about a son and his father.  The nub of it was the two occasions the son had cried when his father had hit him.  The first time was when he was a child and because it hurt.  The second time was when he was a young man and it didn’t, signifying that his father was now weak and dying.

I have a personal recollection which mirrors this.

I can’t ...

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You are such a beauty

Which I gaze like my duty

Perfection top to bottom

Always glowing, whether summer or autumn

Something about you I admire

My soul is always lighting up with fire

Expressed to you in many forms

So loudly, like the sound of storms

I see something similar in your eyes

Let us be playful and forget the lies

Why be hard on ourselves?

And be hidden l...

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We are gonna be so happy together

I know this much is true

Don't know how, I don't know when

Humanity will all be friends

I know this much is true

I'm happier with you!

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Ya Rabb, I'm thankful to thee

For protecting me and loving me 

From situations and circumstances 

By turning them around in my favour

Ya Rabb, I'm grateful to thee 

For thy favours and thy care 

In times of need and prayer 

For things I wanted when in despair 

Ya Rabb I'm definitely blessed 

As your defences are stronger than anything else

You heard the conv...

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Crack of dawn Sunday mornings

my brother and I would accompany our dad

pushing a home-made wheelbarrow

to a horses field a mile away

to 'steal' horse manure

which I imagine the horse's owner

in retrospect was glad to see the back of.

I have lived with this crime on my conscience for sixty years and am relieved to have finally come clean. 

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When I walk beside you, please, hold my hand

I don’t expect you to understand it all

But I hope … you might try to break my fall

You might reach out

You might even try to connect

Place your feet close, to where I stand

Your disconnect is wearing

A resistance to sharing leaves me wondering

Is this it?

Did I imagine you – was it real?

Digging deep, on repeat

Is ...

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It's sympathy not hatred

One should have for others

Specially they who are spiritually sick

For more than dislike they are in need of prayers

Sickness grows deep and brown 

ill feelings begets hatred 

Envy breeds sickness traits

Keeping a clean heart makes all the difference 

You can never clean things with water unclean

In the same way vindictive behaviour can...

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Just leave me alone and let me find peace
I don't want to hurt
I don't want to weep
Who’s are the voices inside my head?
Why do they hate me? 
What have I said?
Why let them get to me?
What do I say?
Why can’t I make them all just go away?
Why do I feel I have to paint on a smile?
Why can’t I just be ‘me’ for a while?
These are the questions I’m asking each day
The voices, the demons I...

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I was delighted to read of the acknowledgement received by Julie Callaghan to her commendable

effort to communicate her feelings to Her Majesty The Queen for this Platinum Jubilee Year and 

how it brought back a memory of my own effort when The Queen Mother endured the need for  

an operation and a donor's blood very late in her long life over twenty years ago.  Here it is.

..............

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The lads have escaped league 1 at last! 😁 A little poem I did pre game.

Can you hear them?

The shipbuilder's hammer

The picks upon the seams

Drifting up from glories past

Still harbouring foretold dreams 

The whispering of legends

Still bleeding red n white 

The time is here, the time is now

Time to put things right!

The Roker Roar still lingers

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The present flows rapidly behind me, as hard as I try

To hold a precious moment in my tremulous hand.

It slips. It’s gone; I watch that golden instant slide away

In the rear-view mirror of my chequered history,

Adding to all the endless acres of slurry and mud.

Our past; the opaque, unfathomable morass

Of what once happened, and can never happen again.

All the happiness, ...

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You are not special,
Not loved,
Not painfully gifted,
You hang the leopard,
Of outstretched hand,
And spot on your breath,
Unheard of,
The manner in which it henceforth whrithes in decay,
The smell of the foul blood in vacant memories,
Vinear and salvation,
Hospital and surgeons,
We which left behind,
Have a look in the mirror,
A memory fleeting,
Like a child in the air,
Never danci...

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Nothing touches me,

that connection I ache for

never more than fleeting

never close.

Always something there – stopping it.

It's them?

It’s me?

It’s something..

Dark, insecure, stubborn.

                Oh, so infinitely stubborn.

And I’m stuck here

                Always.

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Mud puddles of refreshment

for even the fragile,

who are not too proud to drink

from a supply less inviting.

Fluid grace of movement

that pauses to quench its thirst

knowing that it must

to survive the summer heat.

The dry season is not faraway,

something the fragile know...

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In the garden under the hot May sun.
Playing with Alba, having lots of fun.
We boarded a rocket, flew into Space.
Waving goodbye to the Human Race!
We circled the Stars and Moon twice.
In her little Rocket...made of juicy ice!
Back to Earth, we returned to land.
We came in fast, so I held her hand!
We had a pretend sleep, without a care.
I poured lots of water all over my hair!
Her lolly...

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Poem 134 of 230:  RAWTENSTALL - SPRING 2001

A whistle’s “we are off” scream,
    Plus the sight and sound of steam
Against a stone tunnel-wall,
    On the track to Rawtenstall.

High up from where I now dwell,
    A much narrower Irwell
Flows past Rawtenstall’s station -
    Making its own Bury run.

Turning to view a wide ridge,
    I walked to Weavers’ Cottage,
Whose staff enlight...

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At fancy dress parties I always have fun

Last Tuesday I went to one dressed as a nun,

I drank too much drink and I ended up drunk

And woke up on Wednesday in bed with a munk.

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Spots red volcanoes

Creepy crater skin

White ghost face

Eye lash horror

Peach puff lips

What you need

Full make over

Mud pack needed

In the morning

Stuck like tar.

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There’s a gender-neutral toilet in our house
Like the one on a plane
And the one on a train
Like getting caught short in the woods in the rain.

There’s a gender-neutral toilet in our house
So politically correct
What did you expect
One or more types from which to select?

There’s a gender-neutral toilet in our house
How very outré
To piss that way
What would the second world war gene...

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The dogma of the temporal nomad

is an acceptance of the evanescence

of all, from the lacklustre to the astral, 

for even what purports to alter one's course

on a visceral level, has but an ephemeral tether, 

and is soon to be rejected by a newborn Present,

able solely to be resurrected by a Memory

so rudimentary as to sculpt faulty forms

using mud procured from the riverban...

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When I hold you,

You melt in my arms like snow in spring

Rivers of warmth course from your body, 

drowning my senses , 

blinding my eyes , 

like the piercing sun, gently washing me downstream in a flood of unconscious.

Precious moments , snatched, 

You draw the laughter from my lips

Like waters from the deep well

Fathomed by hands of angels

Head throne back ...

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On the subject of coffee houses

I find the Starbucks at Walsall very good

original in many ways

residing in a Birmingham Bauhaus style building

nestling enticingly off of a popular roundabout

near the ring road

you get the picture. 

The serving style is second to none

and the staff have an almost come hither look

which reflects their desire to please,

and please they ...

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Hi, I will be uploading photos from pictures that were captured by yours truly. Give me a follow on 

instagram: @mesquitecanyon_photography 

facebook: Mesquite Canyon Photography 

The beautiful scenery of New Mexico! 🌵💚

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I’m not sure how to do this…

to turn around from self-hatred.

to not despise this life of mine.

to no longer want to throw it away.

To realize it was never mine to begin with.

To be thankful for all that I do have

and to seek the flaws in my own logic.

not for self-pity,

but to reorganize my perspective

and see what I’ve had the whole time

and simply missed.

I...

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‘But he came to see us!!’

She said, trying not to kick up a fuss—

‘Surely we can at least say hello—

Before they go!!’

The Disturbance Leader cast her a glance:

‘We are not here to DANCE—

On command

Just because someone’s paid several grand

To be fancy at the Malangen Resort, on that there piece of land’.

(He pointed with his luminous green finger down at the p...

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We Make Mud 

You pretend

I pretend

We all pretend 

That it's all fine

Underneath— angst is brewing 

But we try our best

To both appear kind 

You pushed

And pushed

And I pushed back

I think that you see white

You think 

That I see black

From other planets

But bound by blood

I am the rain—you are the soil

Without intent...

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It's ten years since God's non-existence was proved beyond all doubt... 

A million people killed themselves in the first week

when they realised there was no inheritance for the meek

Every place of worship has turned out the lights

Members of the clergy have grandfather rights

There are no more good fights to be fought

The Pope's a concierge at Vatican City Resort

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Sea cave woof boom voice

Cliffs where is it coming from?

Where is everything?

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I was once injured in a time gone by. 

To describe my dread I now shall try.

I broke nine ribs and gravely hurt my arm,

I asked, 'Do I really now deserve this harm?'

Twelve days in hospital I spent,

So slowly by they all surely went.

I lost my freedom and my dignity 

And no-one understood my agony.

I was in great and constant pain,

And like this I thought I wou...

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Loving you is painful
Like life's uncertainties
Loving you is painful
It's always wait and see

Will you make me sing
Or will you bring me tears
Claim you never knew me
Insighting all my fears

Push back folds of knowing
Tear down heartbreaks crust
I crave a touch of interest
And another trist of lust

But ever do I wonder
If mine you should compare
To all the ones that came befor...

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It feels like I’ve been let into a world I’m not supposed to be in. Or am I? How would I know really, do I believe I know who I am? As if I don’t lift my head up high for those below Me and walk with my tail between my legs for the overlords! 
Furious! Outrageous and grand those ideas pour over my frontal lobe wetting it. Now it is sodden, dripping in the pure filth that is vision and life.   
D...

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I should be drinking

boiled water

with lemon juice

but settle 

for black coffee 

and half a glazed donut

in the courtyard

watching the morning

traffic of bees

while the sparrows

cheep alarm

above the head

of the cat

stretched out 

in the dust and sun

and so it goes,

the sky blue

as a fresh coat

of paint

dabbed with white clouds

and b...

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On the day God created me, he wept

Because he saw it all then.

He saw my beginning and my end.

He knew things I wouldn’t know for a long time.

Things that confused me before

But now make perfect sense.

Like when I prayed as a child--

Such a young and stupid child.

I prayed because I was supposed to,

And if I doubted that God heard,

The problem was me, and not God.

...

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Home is not the kitchen where all your meals were prepped and made, 
It's where love and kindness was once shared and hate died in the shade. 
Home is not the bedroom where you once laid your weary head, 
It's where laughter filled your belly and curiosity challenged dread. 
Home is not the bathroom where you washed and combed your hair, 
It's that familiar loving hand that bathed you with ca...

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I shivered at the fearsome thing,

this affliction that found you here

amongst all your beauty

I could never find the words

to offer as medals and ribbons

I wanted to give you

for wrestling and sparring

with a cruel and indifferent foe

While somehow finding the courage

to provide an embracing home

for the audacity to hope

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It’s a bright day, brilliant colors all struck from sunrays

And the night which followed was quiet,

Cicadas ain’t out yet, I’m still figuring out how I hear the same sounds

Miles away and still hearing ringing and shouts.

I could never make sense how the skyline is loud

How the blue feels like it’s fighting the sun in a bout,

I watch it from a window while academic papers ar...

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