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Timelessness of love

It's time for our walk in the woods,

Away from the hubbub of the day,

We hide and we pray,

The evergreen scent hones our deadened senses,

As we move to feel that before, we could not even touch.

 

And in a starry, cloudless sky,

The moon dusts the dewy boughs of the trees,

Shining through every drop with ease,

Shining down the shimmering spotlights that we shared,

As the hours pl...

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Griffin

Well the sky is reaching over,

I stare up at the sapphire stretch,

Over to where it meets the edge of the sea,

Meeting on the horizon,

The two effortlessly embraced, so hard to forget.

 

How is it then that two such opposite forces,

So mindless, they unify and co-exist,

Yet for the grandest sums of what all our experts know,

How, pray, then is it so,

That in ignorant hatred, so m...

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Texting

MayB by ommitting 1 letter,

This txt will luk better,

Or resort to numerical substitution,

A sort of linguistic prostitution, 

Txt all of ur m8s

'Cos txting is gr8,

 

Depending on your stance, it is either stupid or sublime,

Killing our language to save our time,

The Newspeak has certainly appeared,

Maybe the Thought Police will soon be here,

Child heroes, Telescreens of old wil...

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Diary of Ian Curtis

Dear diary

 

Day's about to break,

What's happened to the night?

Locked away in my dreams,

And it did seem,

That I didn't have to fight.

 

Everything I've come across,

Has seemed to block the way,

In the hours that I would spend,

Contemplating where such a path would end,

And if I'd be ready for the day

 

I'm clawing at the dawn,

Trying to tear back into the night,

And th...

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Raincoat

The rain was pouring,

Down on your head,

You had a raincoat,

But it was not with you,

For it reminded you of him,

He you'd rather see dead.

 

So it lies all warm,

Up in your cupboard,

While you face the toll of the rain,

With a black cloud overhead,

The sky torn between ebony and graphite,

Made you feel your own life more absurd.

 

The raincoat is mocking you,

Its hood f...

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Ebay

Buy it, Sell it, Love it 

 

A celebrity held piece of toast has been sold,

Half eaten but still worth its weight in gold,

For who wouldn't want Justin Timberlake's last little morsel,

The line has long been drawn between the amazing and awful.

 

You could sell half a broom handle,

The headlamps of your car,

A stampede crushed earring,

Or a rusty old scimitar.

 

Neither to be the...

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Losing interest

(This is a satirical poem on increased dependence of the internet in the past decade or so.)

 

Some years ago,

I would open a book,

Regardless of width, regardless of breadth,

I would read as by the hours played,

And without a break, none would be left,

I would finish it that very day.

 

But now that I'm older,

So much has changed,

I can't find the passion, I can't find the moti...

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McWorld

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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The Capture of the Dodger

 

Here lays the artful dodger,

Caught at last,

His ankles clasped,

By the chains,

Clanking through the eve,

The blood congregates to form a stain

The blood boils with a rage that seethes

 

Numbered days are upon him,

The gallows await,

Not resigned to his fate,

His head held high,

He lets off a mournful howl

Frightens off the birds of the sky,

Subject to the mockery of the...

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Strength and Peace

Strength and peace,
How long have all lands sought these things,
Ironic that they can never coincide,
Thus when strength comes in,
Our peace is lost,
And many must needlessly die.

Our great land of Britain,
A marauder, blackguard and thief,
How long before it can remove its taints,
Of every war crime ever listed down,
When it all,
All comes down to it GB's never been a saint.

Peace seems at arms' len...

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Songwriter for a Wedding

(I thought it would be best to describe the scenario here, the poem was to be recited by a good friend of the bride and groom, who happens to be a songwriter. They asked him/ her [I'll leave that to your discretion] to write the song from the wedding. The song ends and the two are married, the songwriter thought initially that nothing could drive them apart, but, as is evident, this is a poem writ...

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Religious War

What, to me seems beyond the belief of all,
Is how people can still muster religious wars,
Now in the twenty first century,
The crusades are long since ended,
Secularisation spreading at a rate of knots,
Seemingly forevermore.

Is it that all my life I've played the fool,
Thinking that religion itself is to blame,
Ill intent is perhaps innate,
To those who condone such genocides,
All the while, scape...

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Card Playing, outside in Manchester

Looking through the window,
What do I see?
What name, what type,
And of what category?

Maybe of musical intruments,
Three of hearts is shown,
Quickly I say 'trumpet,'
But then, away my safe deck's blown.

We find all the cards,
Try blackjack this time around,
All four twos are played,
Having to draw eight, Steve's looking down.

All a'sudden the wind picks up,
Blows the cards all around,
Though we reco...

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The Bandits

Walking the cobbles at night,

A waxing moon,

Unmakes the gloom,

Aided by the street lights and the stars.

 

Yes it was way back then,

In a year of dolour,

Ideals all were sober,

And class divides were worse still.

 

It was then that they came,

Demanded my every penny,

I said I hadn't any,

And now I'm living life on the run.

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public awareness/ ignorance

Who's pierced the veil,

The knife-like silver glint,

Amidst the endless shroud,

Advertised for all,

The darkest dark dispelled

 

Before common knowledge,

Before it was,

Before it ever came to be,

Who jeopordised their positions,

To bring us the light to see

 

Why then are we still fumbling,

And stumbling in the dark,

Why are there things we aren't told,

When is it we decid...

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The old officer

Yes I held the truncheon and the gun,

Yes I was an enforcer,

A berserker to some,

A Champion to others,

Villain and pig to my own family.

 

No I was not prideful,

No I was not clean,

My hands all bathed dark crimson,

My conscience kept seeping in,

Do fear and respect coincide?

 

Maybe I was reckless,

Maybe I was naive,

A call of duty haunts me,

A siren's seething screech,...

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Affliction and Restoration

Awaken with your eyes all bloodshot and wide,

Wipe the sweat from your brow,

For things are different now,

Than they were back then,

He should no longer be in your dreams,

There’s no need to cringe, wretch and hide.

 

The last of a series of bitter farewells,

So your limbs are all pinioned,

From when you lay in his dominion,

So you can’t take flight,

But you’re going to try an...

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This is Life

Amidst the quick pacing of the crowd,

Moving through the square of the bustling town,

The sky wore the hue of doves,

This was when the streets were still,

Albeit busy all and everywhere until,

We decided our lights were to shine until high above.

 

Perhaps a morse code to tell the gods we're okay,

Better off now we're free to think that which we say, 

Celebrate the day and party th...

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Strange pairship

(This is taken from my own left wing perspective, attacking neoliberalism and arguably the most fanatical group following its ideologies, i.e. the conservative party. Not to mention the question as to how conservatism seems to oft go hand in hand with Christianity in spite of its rather infamous neglect of one of the three theological virtues, i.e. charity. If commentary is to posted I'd rather it...

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Surrealism of an empty-shell marriage

If it were for a noble cause,

Maybe I could langour here,

No more of the parties,

No more of the gigs,

No more vacant, void voices on my ears.

 

Alas that this was your directive,

Dispense with the hollow, unpleasant pleasantries,

NO ONE is being fooled,

NO ONE is accepting this,

And that I'm NO ONE to you doesn't mean "do as you please"

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Losing Control

Paralysed with anger,

You beat the walls with the sum of your strength,

Gritting your teeth is your relief,

As you spew curse after curse,

Likely not for better but for worse.

 

A tempest of fury,

Your heart pounds out your chest

Family defamed, you piss on your mother's name,

As you seem to dismantle, bone by bone,

Now there's no one, you're on your own.

 

It was a folly of f...

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The Grand Fallacy

The large, dark clouds conceal the sky,

Tiny spheres plummet, a million fold,

Thus comes the thunder to which I swear,

I will and can not be subdued by the intolerable rattling,

Birch, ash and oak bow before its hellish sovereignty,

I neither know nor care where your soul is or how it doth fare.

 

Heaven and hell, an unlikely couple,

Produced through the vitriol of vying spiritual sec...

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Potential

I do not need to be told that,

That I have potential,

A long enduring euphemism,

One guised in the sickly adornment,

Of ersatz praise,

Enough of my potential,

I care not for I know mine,

Do you have the potential to stop using that term,

Potential,

Potential,

A term for which repetition manifests,

Too long, our language, this term has endured to infest.

 

Like Steerpike, fr...

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The Isle of the mighty

The Isle of the Mighty

 

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Take up your claymores,

Hone up your tomahawks,

These are the latter days,

In which bastards brazen stand to raze and claw.

 

They have grown so mighty,

A people of painful notoriety,

Their claim to infamy,

A sacrifice in morals and that of their piety.

 

Root and branch exchange place,

Notions of common good shall be erased.

A cold winter cur...

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