Shakespeare would have us believe.

The question is who controls the auditorium?

Is it controlled through Government hand outs or

augmented taxation served up to befuddled legislaton.

Life is a randomised, unsolicited list of stage directions,

given as prompts regardless of consequence.

It’s the equivalent to being forced

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No picture could portray the questions in your mind,

nor could any word describe, feelings of any kind

When a cruel twist in life throws a curved ball,

it strains your heart to make sense of it all.

Be still your tears, that match a raindrops fall,

I’m here in rainbows beyond the treetops, tall.

You will find me, in fields of Daffodil’s,

bringing Spring to vase...

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We have to surmount many barriers with each new day we face

Trying to get past or over them; sometimes forced to re-trace

Everyone is trying to get by in what’s called ‘Societies Norm’

Looking for a sign or signal to help us along and conform

We all need markers to act as a series of signposts and gu...

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This part one of a trilogy of poems based upon the sensative subject of Domestic Violence. The first looks at situation based upon men violence towards women, the second part looks at the subject where men are victims and the third looks at its effect on children. For each research has or will be done. Amongst the research for the first I interviewed a victim of  Domestic Violence 

Th...

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Down in the valley,

not far from the sea,

lives Brian Bumble,

a bashful bee.

2

He worked in a field,

for hours and hours,   

gathering the food,

from all the flowers.

3

Brian was hungry,

at the end of hi...

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I sit on top this ‘tin’ roof, balanced precariously,

between a sinking past, and a future I want you to see.

I see the troubled world you are in,

do not lock me out, please let me in.

Let the healing begin, my rose in a desert storm.

A gentle breeze weaves amid, the playground in the park,

you and I made castles in the sand-pit, it was nearly dark.

When we got ...

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The sun, prizes my curtains apart again, mauling my eyelids,

as I lie here, in my self-contained flat,

a high-rise, male teenager in a canopy of concrete and steel.

Green envious eyes peer down,

at the urban jungle below.

I am hooded, against the cold,

a shadow of an existence,

as I meander, the grey washed streets of conformity.

My daily life bores me shitless,

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Shakespearian Speakers Corner

Fair maidens, noble sirs I bid thee tarry a while.

Prithee remove cloth, that dust cover thyne ears,

and keep’st thyne portals of sleep awakened

that thou may heed my chronicle.

For mine is a winter’s tale,

thats brought nought but discontent,

to kindred spirits of this peopled land.

Elected emissaries of her majesty,

dust ...

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The dream of lying naked with that perfect woman,

amongst the sweet smell of summer meadow,

beneath azure canopy.

The freshness of a sprinkling light shower,

kissing your soft delicate skin,

baked by noon day sun.

The afterglow of our love on our island green,

drenched by beads,  

lost amongst furnace toasted dunes.

Like birds of prey this imagery...

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Global warming

Ozone breakdown

Melting ice

Animal extinction

Islands lost to sea

Tsunami

Shifting plates

Lava flow

That tomorrow’s today away

That tomorrow’s today away

A child is born

Cry of uncertainty

Tear in mother’s eye

Searing heat

Unforgiving wind

Fly’s swarm

No rain, only pain

Crops fail, again

No food, no milk

Infant die

That tomorrow’s today away

That tomorrow’...

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I hate what I am doing to you,

trying to get you to hate me.

A map continues to elude my grasp,

bringing us to the same yearned for moment in time.

What I am going to say rips my still beating heart from my chest.

All air is driven from my lungs, through my lips, as they part, saying,

“You should leave me, find another!”

I feel so depressed and low saying that,

knowing my thoughts have now...

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Oh, to write words that may contemporise,

creating living imagery behind reader’s eyes.

To make spirits rise, rise past the eagles lair,

lingering in anticipation, hovering, just there.

Then with syllable, rhyme and hunters vision

dive, dive, dive on pray, gorged on indecision.

Armed with the skills of a milliner and seamstress

create a tailored pictorial order, a literary buttress,

wil...

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Blue hands clapped wildly, as if

applauding the opening night

of a new hit Broadway musical show,

trying to sting them back to life.

Millions of feet puncture holes

in the virgin snow on a New York winters morn,

like a magnificent herd of wilder beast,   

stampeding across the open savannah

of a Central Park, bathed by a fading neon moon.

A few blocks away a xylophone of icicles

cascad...

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My lips and voice-box had a fall out,

last Tuesday week,

on route to a verbal deliverance.

Sounds plucked on vocal cords,

swerved, uncontrollably,

like lemmings on space-hoppers

down flooded ‘Cavity Canyons’.

Some crashed into remains of ‘Road Kill’,

festering between chewing sites

filled in by a fusion of silver and decay.

The lemmings that made it,

cascaded down ‘Phlegm Falls’

i...

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Like that little child, sat scared and alone in the corner,

so sits a single naked flame, a defiant gesture,

against the grip of ‘Midnight’s’ glove.

Litter caught in the net of a rippling breeze,

linked together in a badly choreographed dance,

flame sticks out its tongue, licking paper.

Fuelled, the ‘Fire Rose’ reaches out, revealing surrounds,

with tiny orange and yellow ever...

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The thunder of the street; the rhythm of the heart

Where should help begin?

What's the communities' part?

Money comes in; some wanted and some unplanned.

Agencies that work separately,

need to share the same hymn sheet.

Separate boats sailing or rowing; racing across our turf.

Merge your boards, catch the next wave

then together we  will surf.

Atop the white horses we ride,

pool ou...

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Noah and Kyle, his wife had three sons and a very busy life.

Noah and his sons were carpenters by trade, furniture they made.

Kyle ran a petting zoo, which God thought would come in handy, too.

They all lived in a large flat, on the outskirts of Mount Ararat.

That night God dropped into Noah’s head as lay there asleep on his bed.

“For you a...

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In the blink of an eye, the world has gone by,

all in the fickle nature of love.

What was once the ‘here and now’ is history?

What was a ‘sea of possibilities’ is the ‘here and now’,

and the ‘sea of possibilities’ is a fork in the road.

Love is sewn, grown, or snuffed out, all in the blink of an eye.

“I love you”, slips from a million lips;

date rape drug slipped into drink,

anoth...

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You are personally invited to friendly a unique cafe-bar style open mic poetry night at the Waterside Arts Centre, near Sale Town Hall, School Road in Sale. We are diagonally opposite Sale Metro Station.  This will be our fifth evening and we are already getting feedback from our poetry friends like; ‘Enjoyed the range of poetry and informal atmosphere’ and ‘Kinship, warmth, real sharing’. Please ...

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Flights of fancy invade my mind.

You dangle before me like a strawberry,

waiting to be plucked by my lips.

A gentle tug releases you from stem,

love bites,

my tongue rolls around testing the texture of the fruit,

but who is eating who?

The berry explodes into a symphony of delights on my tongue;

body savours  breathtaking flavour.

Nourishing the very centre of my soul we touch,

...

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A waterway betwixt earth and moon I row,

crossing near where the spheres grind,

sending shards into the heavens,

diamond luminaries giving safe passage.

Resistant to each orbs magnetic charms,

beckoning mermaids fingers

each offering anchorage in ample bosom,

I stow ores, surrendering to celestial tides.

Caprice offers the lure of a chocolate moon,

sweet temptation in moist c...

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Some of my words

Sometimes at of my

poetry performance gigs,

some of my words may

stutter like a Gatlin Gun or,

like a runaway train or,

sound mumbled into a dodgy mic or,

muffled by a pillow or,

trail away into the corner or,

into cigarettes mist.

Then there are times when I only stutter when I talk.

It doesn’t which way my voice pops out, I deliver my poetic words,

but not nece...

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I wander as lonely as a drunken fool, across the fields of black and grey,

bemoaning my attempts at steady forward motion.

These manmade battlements, undulating across mother earth,

must be mountain ranges, else why would my feet slip, trip,

threaten meetings betwixt this ungainly body and artificial floor.

I swear there are some magnetic forces at play, tying my feet it ...

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The love I have for you will never change,

it is secure within in my heart forever,

I feel so close to you yet, I fear,

we are a whole universe apart.

Both our lives are in limbo,

new love frozen for all time.

Both hands stretch across a canvas,

but that touch is always an artist’s brush away.

We sing of love from our soul,

of passion unfrequented.

Our minds, bodies and souls are be...

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My coffee is going cold again as I sit here, an old man in my dimly lit room,

this bubble of existence that’s become my world.

My senses reach out for signs of life, to let me know I have a pulse.

The buzz of the water pump oxygenating a sphere of water,

a life support machine for fish that swim within.

We hold a staring competition, and then they swim away,

around that same corner for the ...

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Santa’s feeling grotto right now.

been hit by the credit crunch,

his little helpers were put on shorter hours.

Santa has got this ‘ere contract,

where he’s down to make 20% of all toys.

Santa’s clause in this binding agreement states

he is responsible for awarding and overseeing

the sub-contraction the remaining 80%.

Contracts were awarded to China, Taiwan

and Traditional Toys f...

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Your future that runs through the river of time

buffeted by a current that intertwines.

You struggle sometimes to see what’s down the line, whilst

prospects pulsate down your vortex time continuum.

All future wishes, desires of the night, fields of aspiration

become eroded by influences beyond mortal control,

scoured by debris washed down from weather-beaten floodplains.

Fr...

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We are on the run in to Christmas time

The time for kids to be overindulged

Credit companies dance with glee

Leaving us all in debt, at least until Easter

Credit crunch or no, we are in a ‘must have culture’

Are we praying to the God of Sales?

Or to that other guy, you know the one

We sing Carols about him, aaaagh!

“Jesus, I wish I could remember his name”

Mounds of gifts fill the ...

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The flying fish flew in the sky’s so blue

Above the land of the Yim Yam Tree

There were frogs dancing on logs in clogs

To humming bird’s that sang out of key

Tall giraffe’s sat cross legged reading the telegraph

And never a cross word was spoken

When drunken bees slurred their A’s, B’s and C’s

Because their buzz machine was broken

The Arctic Fox wore blue and red socks

Furthe...

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I was sat at a table when these words flew from pen to paper

Thence from my keyboard type transposes it to electronic page

Sitting there with row upon regimental row of tablet

Spread before me like cadets on a passing out parade, awaiting postings

Pills of every hue, shape and functionality, through their barrette skyward

They all get posted to mind and body control central

Aboard pill...

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Word is art

Art is word

Combine the two

It’s quite absurd

Words build frame

Frames arts word

Perhaps the same

Never to unravel

Words bring colour

Colours the word

Word is art

Art is word

Not so absurd

© Phil Golding 26/11/08

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I dreamt of you in the middle of the night
We sat together by the flames orange light
Pink candle flames danced behind the wine
Your head on my shoulder, hair smelt so fine

Your hand reached, a butterfly touch on my face
Looking at you,your lips,a smile, there was trace
Two lips, a soft kiss, which said so much
Our arms, sweet caress,in a lovers touch  

Our wants, our needs, all our desires unfold
Ro...

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The sunshine,

The rain,

The emotional strain,

The desires for life,

Colours aspirations,

Hopes and needs.

Feel spirits

Rise and fall

Like ‘Emotional Rainbows’. 

Searching society,

For that elusive pot of gold,

That holds the key,

To living the ‘Happy ever after’.

© Phil Golding 28/10/2008

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The love I had freely given

Now lies crumpled

A ball of contusions

The relationship we had treasured

Cupped to our hearts

Oh, the raging despair I now feel

That now stampedes over my soul

I will never allow your knife

To have the last word

I will take what’s left of my dignity

Set sail once again on the sea of hope

Where sincerity fills my sails

Cast out my nets

To catch another f...

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Having not slept for days

I daydream that I may sleep tonight

At last sleep is my bedfellow

Over stuffed imagery in my mind

Offloaded in my field of dreams

Where no sequence is ever the same

Like a film editor having a field day

Where my life is surreal, devoid of rules

Each dream has a sprinkle of magic

Mixed with the suggestion of a mystery

Imagery is drawn from my memories we...

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Phil's first attempt at Haiku

Strong wind blows

Tall trees fall

Were they heard?

Baubles and sparkling lights

Imitation plastic tree

Carbon footprint for Jesus

Spider’s web across branches

Early morning dew

Breakfast

Dawn cracks open like an egg

I see the whites of their eye

Scrambled visions of a new day

Hyena laughs loud

Dead meat

Laugher dies

Zebra drinks

Cro...

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The moon went for a swim amongst the harbour boats

Yellow brushed against the slate grey surface of the water

Giving depth and tone to the ripples atop the high tide

The onshore breeze seemed to mould and remould

The undulation, with a sculptures eye and craftsman’s knife

Silhouetted by the melting moon, dolphins and seals

Dance amongst the moonbeams in an aerial ballet

Some seagul...

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The sunny disposition of this outer multilayered cover

Iridescent, freckled, food brush under air intake valve   

Noise capturing devices to balance out brain cell container

A surround sound audio system with sub-woofer and base

Great swathes of follicles in need of treatment and repair

Two cameras capturing 3D imagery, with precision

Each slide sent to a film archive storage facil...

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What my forebears see, gazing down on me?

Whilst having cake and tea with God

Are they turning their backs on me?

As my love has given another the nod

With all those around me, upon this earth

Connecting old her with me, nobody puts asunder

If they knew what’s afoot they’d deny my birth

Is what I contemplate, a monumental blunder

Has my love for old her fallen away, gone cold?

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Written By Phil Golding

An exciting show that blends poetry with music and explores the raw pools of emotion that well up inside us all surfacing in a colourful blend of shades, connecting the passion, sensation and sentiment spilling forth from life’s pot of gold.

I am putting together a small team of poetry performers, singers and musicians to bring life this one hour spectacular Emotion...

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I hate what I am doing to you,

trying to get you to hate me.

A map continues to elude my grasp,

bringing us to the same yearned for moment in time.

What I am going to say, rips my still beating heart from my chest.

All air is driven from my lungs, through my lips, as they part, saying,

“You should leave me, find another!”

I feel so depressed and low saying that,

knowing my thoughts ha...

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Fabricated canopies; no soul; serve to oppress

Communities of one; Lowery shapes; shuffle streets

Congestion of souls; IGNORED; nobody will bless

Creating walls of silence; barriers; isolation completes

Its silence no words; no words; a total brick wall

All our son’s and daughters; shot down; just die

Sit them on the wall; BOOM; you watch ‘em fall

They’re   broken eggshells; W...

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Life is like seeing you, the sweetest blossom

Your delicate scent wafting to me on an early summer breeze

I reach out to grasp your stem like waist

To draw you close that I may feast upon your lips

What cruel life is this that we are forced to live apart

My eyes trace your womanly body

My mind senses your slender arms about me

A love only the sweetest blossom that could bring me lif...

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Brief, brief memories engraved me

Transitory are memories engraved in me

Fruit for thought must recall this

Brief, brief memories engraved me

Written note to help remember this

Brief, brief memories engraved me

One thought, one note

Some stay, some don’t

Memories fall over the abyss

Like forgetting small childhood dreams

Brief, brief memories engraved me

Tossed lightly in ...

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I went to London to visit the Queen

She  was in a bohemian in rhapsody

I went to see the trooping of the colour

I was disappointed; it was in black and white

Took a trip to Madame Tussauds

Found two women with foils

Experience the London Eye; I thought a must, closed

There was a notice, said ‘Gone to Spec-savers’

I went to see Nelson’s Column

Talk about getting an inferiority complex

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I snuggle in my mum’s bed

Soft sweet scented quilt

Fluffy pillow for my head

Every night this is where I lie to dream

Every night this is where I dream I’ll lie

My dad sits quietly telling tails

Of scary pirates and treasure

With their bounty they set sail

Every night this is where I lie to dream

Every night this is where I dream I’ll lie

Dad sneaks out, thinks I’m asleep

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Noah and his wife were having a bit of a check

Of what was living on top and below the Arc’s deck

He counted the birds at the start of the day

He ran out fingers and toes, then lost his way

“It’s no good”, said Mrs Noah, “we will have to see Jack”

“True”, he said, “he’s got room in his house and outback”

So he parked the Arc outside the front of Jacks house

Dropped off a camel, six...

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Cross the crimson tide

That snakes, dividing the vale divide

With stories I was plied of hero’s who’d death defied

How they’d crossed the crimson tide,

They lied

Deep inside I’d tried

Failed to reach the other side

My demise can’t be denied

Body tossed by crimson tide

Cascading down the vale divide

Like a child’s toy down playground slide

I cried out in great pain, inside burst ...

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Then life itself thundered past my guard

Conveyed on thorough bred stallion

Making random runs, crisscrossing

On my delicately woven colour rich tapestry

A lovingly created patchwork quilt, my persona

Great swathes of aubergine secrets and tangerine dreams

Haphazardly trampled under unrelenting hooves

Spilling into a polluted cloud of dust

Swirls of turbulence grind nurtured i...

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