Poetry Blogs (tough)
afishamongmany on Live much longer don't smoke! A message to teenagers. (1 hour ago)
I’ve known many unsavory characters from my home city of Manchester
There’s the ex-demolition guy who took a great dislike to me
Did he have visions of blowing me up instead of my old car?
He had a trainee apprentice in the wings and had connections
I knew several football hooligans who fought for what?
For England, their home team, themselves, for violence?
Wednesday 26th December 2018 11:59 am
She was already sunken before she got off land,
pelted by the pebbles,
sliced on the slippery rocks.
As soon as she tried to float the weeds
slip an emerald chain tight.
It was a journey that nearly choked her.
She fought to surf along with them
having learnt to fear everything
I have fished in these waters for many years,
watched helplessly for her to rise from the...
Sunday 15th April 2018 11:59 am
Every generation has its own hard men
who rule the block, kick the new kids ass’s.
Who rule every bar, don’t take no for an answer,
are not to be messed with and demand respect.
They use the weapons of their trade, knives,
brass knuckles, guns, bats and more.
Take them away and their fists are a back up,
sure fire way of defence, offence.
Thursday 29th September 2011 3:17 pm