Poetry Blogs (class)

Boredom slowly creeps upon me,

Like a fog on top a hill.

My eyes start glazing over,

My brain is standing still.

I’m trying to take notice,

Of the message being said,

But it all just sounds like noise to me,

Facts won’t stay in my head.

If only I could listen,

For just a minute more,

Yet concentration eludes me,

I’m thinking of the door.

I can see the mouth is m...

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In The Sun they bask

before the pump

and metalled cask,

unconcerned by any toil

it's here their livers spoil.

And just across the street

a mere stagger of their feet,

is a register of work

that ensures continued shirk.

And not too far from that

is a bookies 

and a pound shop,

and a stall selling dog chews

christmas paper,

plastic shoes.

S...

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Have you ever met a "Schemie Burd"

From the south side of the city

Where social housing's at it's worst

And life is pretty shitty.

Her attitude is hardened

By the things she's seen and done

Like a 'favour' for a taxi fare

Turning tricks for half a ton.

People take a second glance

When they pass her in the street

You can see she was a looker, once

Despite ...

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The Old School Tie

It’s very smart In blue silk,
with snazzy turquoise stripes.
When daddy gave it to me
my first words were “blimey!, cripes!”
I couldn’t wait to get it
around my scrawny throat,
it went so well with all my gear
especially the tail coat.

It made my chin more obvious,
I hadn’t known I had one.
It made the fags subservient
to get done what should be done.
It made me...

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A silence fell upon the city,

contorted shadows twisting moonlight.

Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced

bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers

in an unforgiving wind.

The wretched odour of deprivation

a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.

Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap

and by night the vampires feast on thei...

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