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BLUR

Give me a broken mirror.

Hide the blemishes and blotches

That impairs and disfigures.

 

Give me renewed youth.

Re-circuit my memory

Rewrite the truth.

 

Give me made up days.

Turn action to fiction

Blow my mind away.

 

Give me turning tides.

Give me caves and crevices

In which I can hide.

 

Give me light, give me dark

Give me dressings to hide

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DUNCAN SMITH

Deplorable, disgusting, 

Despotic, deceitful,

Devious dumbfuck.

Drew up and directed 

Deathly decisions,

Doubtlessly designed to

Dash down despair;

Down on the desperate,

Down on the destitute,

Down on the defenseless,

Down on the disabled.

 

Defective, degenerative, 

Dreadful disorders and

Decrepitude to you

Duncan-smith,

Death by diseased dick

T...

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THE PEASANTS HAVE GATECRASHED THE RECEPTION

The peasants have gatecrashed the reception

And made a beeline for the buffet plates,

The guests are appalled

Saying “Let’s get them hauled

To the dungeons before it’s too late”.

 

There’s a tramp hiding under the table,

A pheasant leg clamped in his teeth.

He’ll gnaw to the bone

While the table guests groan

About the smell that wafts up from beneath.

 

There’s ...

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BREXIT TEARS

This is best spoken in an Alf Garnett type voice...or any other sanctimonious, sexist, racist, prejudiced voice you can think of...

 

BREXIT TEARS

Bloody bolshy Belgians, boshing their boots
all over our bleeding bank accounts,
banning us from bent banana’s, 
breaking our barriers with their 
bourgeois bangings about big business. 
Blighting Britain with burka wearing birds 
and bac...

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#brexit#britain

MOTHER OF A COLUMBINE MURDERER

I watched a Ted Talk the other night. The speaker was the mother of Dylan Klebold, one of the columbine killers. It struck me that it must have taken a lot of courage to do this thing and gave me an insight into how it also affects the parents of killers such as this. I wrote this...

MOTHER OF A COLUMBINE MURDERER

With quaking voice the woman stood
in front of a thousand strong crowd
and s...

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YOU COULD SMOKE IN PUBS

Back in those days

you could smoke in the pubs,

we’d suck on those sticks to our finger tips

then casually, carelessly drop the stubs

and twist them into the floor with our feet,

openly, brazenly, never discreet.

The stench of burning carpet, the smell of spilt ale

would meet in a plume of noxious gas,

fetid, fusty and stale;

like a fart in a working man’s café.

A flo...

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#pubs #smoking #smokingban #nostalgia

LOOK! LISTEN!

“Look!” said MP for Ashford, Damian Green,

“those images I have never, ever seen.

I’m respectable, important and high-falutin’,

besides, I rarely do my own computing”

 

 “The accusations I categorically deny.”

He said, all smug grin and steely eyes,

“The constabulary are lying” he claimed with scorn,

“I mean, do I look like a man who’d be into porn?”

 

“Listen!” said ...

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TRIPPING OVER THE WELCOME MAT

The mainstay of guests,
Their backs against chairs
That are backed against walls,
Readily seated and settled
Into tight knit sub communities
And discussion cells…
Thrashing out social failings
And political ineptitudes
Gleaned from broadsheets
And RT News updates,
Mumbling agreements
Or gentle dissents, 
Some too stoned to participate
(should have “passed the kouchie
‘pon the left ha...

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NA OR T

Marshall been 
A naughty boy
He stole away their 
Fun and joy

Marshall say 
It was not him
But we know where
Bad Marshall been

Marshall caught
With hands of red
They think to quilt 
His unmade bed

Marshall seen 
By witness four
And from the woodwork
Came four more

Marshall dragged
Before the court
Judgement fair
In there was sought

Marshall faced
With evidence
He soon to serv...

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#injustice #austerity #desperate #hunger #family

TYPE III

I was challenged by a member of the writers group I was part of to write a poem from a woman's perspective. I had recently watched a documentary on genital mutilation which inspired me to write this, Type 3 being the harshest of the practice -

Colonial history will still dictate how the men around here

Practice love through hate

For aesthetic purposes; an ethnic marker

Gender controlled ...

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PERFECT PAMELA

Positioned provocatively,

picture perfect Pamela

poses for porno photos

in a seedy studio south of the river.

Purring and pouting and protruding

her pumping breasts,

bending for a plump posterior moon shot,

parting her legs for a pussy close up,

panting and puffing, providing

point of view pics procured by

self proclaimed perverts on the internet

pulling on their p...

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FUCKING HELL, IT'S BORIS

Bumble, bumble,

Trip and tumble,

Every act a 

Clumsy fumble,

Raised on roasts

And apple crumble,

Boris

 

Mater ruffles

His wispy hair

And sees him out

Of the family lair,

“Go get ‘em tiger

My son and heir

Mumsy loves her Boris”

 

He sits his arse

In high position,

Undeserving of

His commission

Unlike his shady

Disposition,

Boris

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SAM and DAN'S BRAWL

A univocal poem using only the vowel of A

 

Sap man Dan stands at bar,

happy man Sam sat at back.

Sam acts badly,

scans and rags Dan.

Dan’s sad,

Dan’s crabby,

Dan’s mad.

Dan’s stand sags.

 

Sam has an ally, Mary, (what a lady)

Sat at Sam’s lap…awks.

Dan was Mary’s fan,

Mary was Dan’s gal,

Mary had Dan’s baby;

Dan’s lad.

Dan always drank, vast,

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#poems #poetry #poets #univocal #onevowel

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