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What Do You See...

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What you see

Is me.

I will not be altered

By the perception of others.

I will not be seduced

By promises of the popular.

I will not be bannered

By headlines not my own.

I will not be tarred

By the brushstrokes of strangers.

I will not be overwhelmed

By the crushing of censure.

I will not be destroyed

By the sound of silence.


I will be controversial.

I will fly in the face ...

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Also by Cate:

The Body Builders Lament | A Pretty Shitty Little Ditty... OR.. It Was Good Enough For Shakespeare.... | My Little Red Haired Laddie | Stock Market | For Isla | I am..... |

Crystal Clear (Listening to Claudio Monteverdi, Il Lamento della Ninfa)

So strong, the crystal clear sorrow,
that breath is left forgotten
to lie at the heart of emotion
and, though words chain together,
no reason will extract them from sound.
Why do you cry within my heart?

So delicate, the crystal clear voice,
that I can see the body I don’t know,
the tense curve of the thin neck,
the bare arms drawing the absence,
not from the lover, who left, but from within.
Why do you sing...

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Also by Armando Halpern:

Deliverance | Summoning the Dead | Memories from Limbo |

The House of Ivy

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Through tendrils thick as mortar,

and scent as dense as hurt,

a window grows scantily

and sheens a jaded skirt.


Winter pulses warmth,

summer diseases carnivore,

triumph for the vine

to choke the family sore.


The house becomes the hill,

the serviced dines inside,

turning Key into prisoner,

a sanctuary that lied.


A nest that steals the egg,

a moon that eats the earth -

the co...

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Also by Marianne Daniels:

Das Medusenhaupt | Plough | Human Farm | Epileptic Stigma | Prophet Protest Phony | Hysteriana | Hunted Nadja | Go to Hell | Lighthouse | Thousand Machine | Girl | Talking | Divorce | Thousand Yard Stare | Fawn | Vincent |

Crazy Girl

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Crazy girl

 Matisse red dress

Out to impress

Kiss night

Squeeze tight

Until the milk white

Bright of dawn

Click chic walking

Giggle whisper




Slow burning

Yearning for a cigarette

Go home Charlie

Cold coffee chancer

Hot fingers dancing


no man

in the moon


Slippery silk sheet

Morning into day


Upon a pillow

Dreams walk sleeping

Keeping darkly secr...

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Also by Augusta Darling:

Love Me | I Am Your Beautiful | Baking Bread with Mother | The Kiss |

One Nil

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This is a true story in rhyme, it happened last year when one member of staff was trying to plan the usual deprtment Christmas do. I've left the boss's name off cos' he didn't see the funny side of the remark. Pah Humbug!








Johnny looked at the year planner.

This time of year it was his manner.

“A team n...

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Also by Trev the Road Poet::

Managementpot Tosspot |

Within Four Walls

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Through the bay window


 the evening sky turns a gentle shade of


   pink and violet…


The setting sun


glistens on a ‘planes vapour trail


and I think of my husband


halfway across the Atlantic


of my son on the other side of the world…


and my lover


two miles down the road…




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Also by Rosalind:

It's Only Words |

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The Police & I

Mum always told me police are to be trusted
We pay their wages
We’re their bosses
They’re there for us
To care for us
So whenever I forgot my watch
I asked them the time
Wouldn’t think twice about
Stepping out of line
I wouldn’t even so much as dodge a train
Or cross a road without looking both ways
But I’d still start feeling guilty if a police car crawled past
But it’s all part and p...

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The Point

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Try to unearth, explore
the water-clock secrets of the moths.
If really, they recreate the womb
or merely, they masquerade their amusement.

Like the cruellest home video
there is deadness behind the laughter,
and it was Beckett who
wrote that nothing is funnier than
man’s unhappiness. It grows on us like moss,
this search for secrets.

Unending shelves of spines,
and a Shakespeare folio, employed as makeshift...

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Also by John Togher:

Sunday Afternoon | The Fool Who Ate The Gruel |

Triangle of Torment (Asperger's Syndrome meets Stroke and NHS)




Mad falsehoods fill the fallen hero's head

as ghosts advance apace at reason's yield.

They trample 'cross his muddied neurone map

where synapse-stumps bestalk a battlefield.


Born into life's affray, scarce half equipped,

his strategies too few for victory;

with elegant redoubt of mind's finesse;

Babel at bay, he shunned cacophony.


But now comes ignominious collapse;


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Also by Barrie Singleton:

Taken at the Flood | Alternative report on Iraq | Noblesse Oblige |

falling or fawning over queen cleopatra

paint Cleopatra

and stay


and sombre

under the heady


of young



in power

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That Pack Mentality

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...and then the pack just turned,

Upon itself.  With words that cut, with smiles,

Like knives, whetted on secrets, bought with trust.

They found the weakest one and laid her bare,

The runt, who until then had trusted that,

Her place inside the cohort kept her safe.

But no, quick flash they turned and pinned her down,

The quest for other flesh had drawn a blank,

The blood w...

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Also by Ian Hayles:

Lice |

To drift

To drift

All my days have numbers,

and every day is numbered –

if I give each day a number.

Each second follows minute,

every minute follows hour,

the numbers don’t get smaller

I just rattle in my shell;

a shell inside a shell,

Like a Russian doll of shells.

My defence is superficial

to the shell that is my skin,

then the shell that was a person

can be found somewhere inside.

My f...

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Also by Dermot Glennon:

Patterns in darkness |

Rhythm is my religion

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Elbow deep in murky water

Dried egg stuck to his chin

Trevor the triffic kitchen porter

Plunges more plates with a grin

His daylight hours spent below ground

In the glare of fluorescent strips

He’s worth more at his age than minimum wage

He doesn’t even get tips

He scrapes leftovers from fine bone china

Of sturgeon and chateaubriand

Scours thermidore he could...

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Also by Horace Thespider:

Hanging Loose |


A cool breeze blows from the west,

Airing a sigh of relief,

That some steps will be took,

To preserve,

The Earth,

Water, boughs, soil, limbs and leaves


Of brazen lawlessness,

Some corporations,

They know not how to recompense,

To be the fools,

To bind us all,

To the bitterness of their wrought consequence


Drastic action will be needed,

Before the end,

To bring them to ...

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Also by Joshua Van-Cook:

The Capture of the Dodger |

The Piano Concerto



The Piano Concerto


the friend who perseveres

snared me

with words - weed - wine

and music -

the notes unfettered

flying  across the ceiling

running up the walls and

swinging from the light fixtures



cascading over my consciousness

in a delirium of sound -

the melody was lost

each crystal note caught its own life

and leaped gle...

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to pray

to change a fuse

to say you are my lord

to say you are my lady

to change channels

to be honoured, and

to give honour

to make love, new way

to exercise

to be married

to be executed

to live

to die

we may kneel


Beside the bed of a dying friend

or pleading, begging for mercy

we may kneel


To be vulnerable

To be blessed

we may kneel


To find what is lost,

To lose ou...

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We all need a little chocolate in our lives
Chocolate is the answer to everything
Soft smooth milky delight
That’s melts on your tongue  and sooths the soul

Wicked hard dark exotic chocolate
That takes longer and tastes stronger
But it gets to the parts
That need a lift.

Melted chocolate flowing in fountains
Firm plump strawberries
Dipping delving diving
Deep into pools of chocolate promise
Doubly  de...

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Also by Valerie Cook:

Conspiracies |

Confessions of a Cyclomanic


Confessions of a Cyclomanic


I tried, and you tried,

But salvation would not come.

We said all we could say,

There is no more.


My constant pushing,

And your brave pulling,

Trying to get me into,

The phase we liked.


Euphoric I loved you,

Dysthymic I hated you.

Yesterday I wanted you,

But tomorrow I wont.

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Memories of Summer

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Sticky ice-cream fingers
on afternoons the length of a holiday,

the revenge of a smeared ant nest,
changes measured by the summer grass

shared chips and love’s boiled egg
gone with the sun in the sea,

a tumbling fumbling romance
on a green bed of insects.

Shedding skin in the shade,
eyes squinting on the pool side.

I’ll shield them with a golden cloud
and show off my gory pink.

Windows right down to fre...

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In, out.

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Monday morning. Running late.

No time to brush my hair. Tear coat on garden gate.

Job centre on Tuesday. Need a new job now.

Don't like the woman there. Patronizing cow.

Wednesday night. Take That concert.

Feel like a teenager. Scream til it hurts.

Interview on Thursday. Still have a sore throat.

Have to meet the boss, with a hole in my coat.

Friday is gym day. Bump into my ex.


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Before You Go Forever



Lukes house was spotless:  as white as the snow on the ground.His mum would always spend days cleaning the house from top to bottom before she went away, to him it felt like she was cleansing not cleaning. Ridding the home of guilt, impurity and the strange things that had been happening lately.


She would of course never admit to the feeling of guilt but who else w...

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Shop questions

"2B or not 2B" ?
is the question the pencil salesman asks


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Also by Richard David:

Me & You | I need you.....I think | Existence | Banksy Not Chomsky !!! |


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Softened black ground under foot

Smell of hot tar and spring

Has come; buttermilk white

The blackthorn sprays

On the lips of iron-age ditches.

Primroses speckle their green banks

New scarring earth’s old wounds.

Lanes exhale tang of burning old -wood;

Through this  perfume ,rare as sandalwood ,

I   wend the road  that leads 

beyond these hills

Towards the sun of other day...

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Also by stephen smith:

Making Allowances -a polemical parody | Souvenir -(Persian Gulf 2001) |

love and lust

The beast in me sees the beast in you

and I see what I want to do

Lust catches me unawares

I stare into your eyes and look you up and down

You are the water in which I want to drown

the flames in which I want to burn

I am like a savage caveman who wants to conquer you like Genghis Khan

But I would do you no harm

Your arms would be the charm around my neck

Your legs aro...

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Also by Daniel Hooks:

Poems |

Syllabic Nightmare.

This sprung from an excercize which was supposed to revolve around a ping pong ball and how it changed my life and to be written in a twelve syllable format. It's odd how an idea can alter ones perceptions and create something quite different and completely out of context. I don't make any bones about my lack of poetry terminology or skills but i am becoming more open to positive critique. So you ...

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as if by magic...

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as if by magic.....


One, easing the poetry bus down Radcliffe Road, approaching the bridge that spans the mighty Tonge.

Two, its last journey, all decisions made, Metro Salvage assure me they pay “top prices”.

Three, Joe, six, chunnering in the seat behind, goofing about school.

Four, BANG!

Five, brown blur slaps windscreen, disappears as brakes slam.

Six, simultaneous thoughts, (is that...

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Under the...

I was always under the influence, never over it.
The hit of the bottle from opening to closing,
Exposing the weaknesses, dehydrating the senses,
Pretences abandoned, inhibitions floored.
So pour me, poor me, pour me another drink
Before I sink any lower, and my spirits hit the floor.

I was always under the influence, now I am sober
And over the worst for the first time in years.
But the fears seep in li...

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Also by Rachel Eley:

Dead and Glaston-Buried |

Part Nine (Final)

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Part Nine




………..yet, the crying never stops,

Defiantly I wait to be the pax,

     But the hercy bird to freedom

Seems forgotten in the past,

     And with the twilight of every

Starlit night, the memories of

Kurdistan come flooding back,

A deluge down a tired track

Warms a path upon my face, and

With haste I take a chemical

Remedy and know the

Nightmares are inbound,

And a s...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

Part Eight | Part Seven | Part Six | Part Five | Part Four | Part Three | Part Two | Always | Open Borders Of Your Soul | Open Hearts | Open Mind | Open Eyes | Sleepless (Part Two) | Sleepless | Satellite Speak | Sacrifice | Mirror Man (Part Three) | Mirror Man (Part Two) | Mirror Man | On Being Snubbed! | Sixteen June | The Feminine Beauty | Enemy | Crude Oil | Incerlik | Love Poem |

eYe FounD

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Also by Chris Jam:

Zest filled VyBZ | YoYo | NewZfLazH | Mi CaSA | WhispA WarM wavEZ | StaRK iraQ | ManCwaY | First thing |

Inner beast

There are times I get it wrong

With quickened heart and quicker tongue

Fired up anger and fearsome words

And sometimes logic gets all blurred

My inner beast in passionate grip

I've got some bite, got some lip

Filled with regret for what was said

Text message sent, too late, been read

Could kick myself, instead of him

He's just had it in the shin

Fantastic night, in fancy bar...

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Also by Andrea:

The Mood Detector | Fight to forgive | Magpie Feathers |

New Show: Poem Incarnating Theatre: Incisions and Excavations

This is a new show where I will be playing Jack the Ripper...

Incisions and Excavations has brought five poets, three directors, twelve performers, a visual artist and a composer to the operating table for the creation of an immersive and magical hour of site-specific theatre within one of London’s most atmospheric museums.

Their patient: poetry. We invite you to hold a stethoscope up to s...

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Being Sentimental

Being sentimental
Sent me mental
Being sentimental
Makes me detrimental
To my sensational
Words I write
Beside my frustration
Trying to get it right
I’ve tried to strip it down
Return back to the start
But it’s hard
When my part in the
Art is heartless
I feel like my heart’s
Just an empty carcass
My mind’s like a dart
But I can’t regardless
Of my soul harness
That’s strapping me in
And confining the din
Of my screami...

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New Day

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Today my soul is born a new

Its raised so high I swore it flew

My soul soared high above just like the breeze for the morning dove

Above the grey and into the blue higher and higher my heart flew

To see the sun once more, to feel the peace and joy that I adore.


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The Glimmer Man




All through the night, the dawn and the day, the Glimmer Man keeps riding


Weaving in and out it seems he’s chasing shadows from my dreams


Stepping outside time and space, holding me in his embrace.


And the Glimmer Man keeps Riding



The crystal lights reflect his goal to keep me safe to keep me whole


Reaching out toward the light to change grey glimmer i...

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Also by Eleanor Nelson:

I'm alive |

Poets Express announces guest performers!

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Bantry, Co. Cork, Ireland - 15 June  2009 - Poets Express is pleased to announce the list of special guest performers appearing on 11 July 2009 in Bantry, West Cork, Ireland. Manchester (UK) performance poet, experimental sound artist and novelist AndyN; internationally known performance poetry troupe Scream Blue Murmur from Northern Ireland; poet, author, and journalist Derek Fanning from County ...

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ode to the thought sniper

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ode to the thought sniper



[ copyright owen calvert 2009 ]

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A Dream

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Would that I                                                            

Were dream

Thread need

Through needle eye

Of your desire

Tread heady high heel

Joy upon the back

Of lust and fire

Grind flesh on flesh

Till pain should

White heat reach

Sweet blister weep

Arched fingers splay

In element

Not found by day

Till glistening skin

All done in

Should tumble 

Readily to sleep…


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Hungry haiku

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Sea-food restaurant

Perched upon its cliff-top view

Looks down hungrily

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How my three minutes where reduced to one

Yes, there are times when you think you have made a break through in this cut and thrust world of poetry.  Then it happens, a mention on the radio (which you know nothing about) and only on the Tony Stringfellow show Page One.

Yes the email came flooding in from our trusted Mr Blackburn telling me of my success, and after a quick reply expressing many thanks, the plan was put into action to liste...

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Also by Paul Broadhurst:

Apology from the MPs |

Zorro's Children

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Zorro’s children



on rainy Saturday mornings

a well-spent ninepence

was all it took

to leave a headscarfed mother

in some chattering queue

for luncheon meat

or lardy cake

and step inside the transport

taking us

to Planet Zog

Or Dead Man’s canyon

via Keystone or some cartoon city


fortified with Mojos

and Mambo juice

in strange shaped cartons

we’d jostle for the back r...

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WHAT IS LIFE?..(short poem)

What is life without love and passion?, A room cluttered with material possesions, What is life without hope?, A waiting room for death, What is life without the children?, The end, Sometimes i ask myself, What is life without diversity?, A bland meal with no seasoning, So....what is life without the sun,moon and stars?, An answer, Would life be better without hate?, Or should we be gr...

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British, Not Pure

British, Not Pure


They would, perhaps, be less inclined

To rant on racial purity

If Britishness were more defined

Precise, and with more surety


But such a task is far beyond

All experts in ethnography

Genetics does not correspond

With cultures flowing wide and free


To take my case as case in point

I’m English – that is plain to see

My passport is distinct, not joint

I’ve lived...

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     It wakes me in the small hours


     Bog eyed  batty

     Then loads it's burden upon me

     'Til I'm shaken

     Shattered... and scatty



     It's like a giant

     And I'm held as it's captive

     It's shackles bind me

     And make me inactive



     The satisfaction levels it gives me a...

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What granite, grey, glow less forms

Separate both you and me

For pastures green

In the seasonal sky

Dear we met a year ago

At Kings Road, Brighton,

Not London.

Let me begin to tell,

The words said on that day.

“When we have lost,

All our meanings, and resolved

All our mysteries, we will be alone,

Together, on an empty shore.

Those words, that day,

Still cautious to your charms

My ...

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Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover

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Spied amongst the bargain paperbacks

Lilac words beckoned

Dragging me from my cappuccino

The title

A question

A statement

Requiring me to open virgin pages

Demanding my attention

Sucking me in

Flushing, recognising

My ego, subconscious

Had transferred itself

Into black and white

For all to see

Quickly slipping

This truth

Beneath a dark coat

Deviant, excited

I left


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She sets her jaw and yawns
in the first of the sun
outstretched on the marble step.

Covent Garden afternoon, the fools are out,
socks and sandals
pipe packed, yellow teeth
the last true Englishman walks by

she sits, sets her jaw, yawns,  
(the marble step leads to the church)
crowds arc around a performer, who walks
the wire, dislocates his shoulder,
jumps, eats, breathes fire,

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Good Over Evil

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Good Over Evil
Shine Bright

As a little youth mi was always bright, One even asked mi to turned down mi aura light, Mi know mi a, b, c and mathematics right, If you buck with mi you feel an intellectual might, In the ghetto mi hold things tight, For mi walk with love not fright, All the youths them mi tell fi stand right

Words is wind and blows are unkind, So no bother with fights, stay calm & everyt...

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when i feel down

i walk around

in clowntown.

home of the lonely

and not so profound

thats clowntown.

I phone up tony and we both go down

its were all the colours leads to brown

in clowntown.

the bowling alleys been rebuilt

out of silt ,in the valley of guilt

watch it mate its my pint youve spilt

in clowntown

karaoke in "Bobbys bar"

the marine lake is making way for a Spar

where ...

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The Invitation

Wrote this for the Birkenhead Park poetry competition, didn't win, but well, never mind eh?

It’s so long since we walked in BirkenheadPark, together

And wandered at will down the paths, or fed ducks on the lake,

And rolled in the grass, or sat under a tree in fine weather

Where light-sabres of sun fight the dark-side, and we lie and wait.

Watch blue, fish-shaped, sky in an ocean of leaves mak...

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Sometimes he wishes
he was a hero
like Superman
and fly to the moon
in a few seconds
but he can't.

Other times he wishes
he was Spiderman
and climb up
a block of flats
quicker than the
naked eye can see
but he can't.

He's even on occasion
wished he could stretch
further than Mr. Fanastic
but he can't.

He can't.

He's me.

He's  Andy N.

I don't have
any special powers
nor any amazing ability.

I can't fly
through the clo...

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