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Spencer Robertshaw - 07703 558825

Updated: Fri, 11 Mar 2011 11:45 am

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Favourite poets John Cooper Clarke,Spike Milligan,Henry Rollins and anything with an edge to it. Enjoy writing and performing. I have put a few different styles in my profile as different days have different ways. Also have a monthly poem and music reviews for penny black music pls google them and have a read. Cheers Thank you for looking and for the kind comments.

Samples

Good God , I Pod Good God I-Pod Human race Out of place Memory bank Total blank Cyberzombie Abercrombie And Fitch Life’s a bitch Gigabyte , bloody shite Decimal point What’s the point ICI lines it’s pockets Lambs to the slaughter Chemical rockets Life’s a crock Tick tock Watch the clock Please sir can I have some more Dead braincells You know the score Human race Out of place Memory bank Total blank ----------------------------------------------- A midsummer nights dream Drawing comparisons to sun filled hours Beauty took from rainbow showers A dedication of relentless love A nano length of push to shove Nothing more, nothing less Golden tones with no digress A hail of diamonds No mass will mark Forever light, never dark A child’s laughter That first kiss Precious hues An angels list Thoughts given No need to take Pure not forsaken No heart will break Drawing comparisons to sun filled hours Beauty took from rainbow showers A dedication of relentless love An angel lives in you my love ----------------------------------------------------- The Parade She joined the crowd Numb to the pushing and shoving She had a right to be at the front They were part of this Hot tears stung her eyes They felt good as they painted tracks down her cheeks Maybe she would of bothered but not today No thoughts as such Just growing up very, very quickly Strike the band and everything moved She hated the bands music , it’s symbolism A stark, bare, cold notice The parade started on it’s journey Two hearses in the centre Two soldiers dressed in wood , with Union Jack overcoats Two more dominos To topple so many lives Hopes and dreams Countless people having to ‘get on with it’ And adopt the ‘stiff upper lip’ What a turn of phrase, truly insensitive Morally bankrupt and absurd Two beautiful blues eyes stared at her As she held her child to her breast ‘I want to see Daddy’, the child sobbed ‘Why can’t I see Daddy’, the child sobbed , hurting She burst out crying Every part body and soul in agony ‘War’ she spat She could see the parade approaching Band first with coffins central Why, she kept repeating silently Why, Why It was deafening Other were crying ,even praying Knuckles white trying to make it all go away She remembered as a child when she did the same Nothing changes when our hearts are involved We go back to the very beginning Yearning for that feeling only a childs mind can conceive Beautifully innocent ,why we live our second life through our children But hope couldn’t reach inside these wooden boxes Hope for someone else today As guilty as she felt Hope was for someone else A handsome soldier stands at the front of the parade A single crutch and hands bandaged He looked sternly over to the crowd She stood holding the child A smile so quick it was a trick of the light A smile to them His last tour , his last parade The injuries would heal He was home Looking past him at the coffins She burst into tears. ---------------------------------------------------- The Garden The Garden A carpet of flowers Patchwork daises and laughter From new vocal chords just starting to form Starting to take tune , more each day Holding a little hand that grips Like one of those dodgy machines at the seaside Promising a sun bleached pooh bear Or 20 Bensons wrapped in a counterfeit five pound note These cigarettes are OK The box is empty , weighted Warning signs by the silver water ‘Beware’ - pond One grass and muck covered ice cream And the vocal chords do their very best God that’s loud, but I don’t mind I hate it when she is quiet I think there is something wrong God, I hope there’s nothing wrong Shake my head and smile hiding my insecurities We walk on the green, green grass That soft cushioned feeling underfoot As I stand in dog shit Well, you’ve got to be realistic Haven’t you. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome home Son They could have been welcoming an Olympian old soldiers mixed with the young couldn’t bear to look at the poppies symbolism he cant understand all these new ways to save life the girl with the baby screamed and kicked and swore each medal weighed less than a two pence piece the price of life has gone down with inflation tin soldiers with artificial hips walking sticks replaced rifles and the hero dressed in wood a union jack overcoat in a glass bubble replaced his tank for a hearse now his last trip through the town centre the girl with the baby screamed and kicked and swore ask anyone in the crowd why we are at war go on I dare you --------------------------------------------------- I want to be your rock n roll If you’re a tent I’ll be the pole Your my James Brown complete with soul If I’m on fire then your the coal You’re the petrol in my car If you need support I’ll be your bra I want to feed your parking meter You make the bitterest memory sweeter Rainy days are always sunny You’re the fun that makes it funny I don’t need sugar when I’ve got you honey You’ve always got a hanky when my nose is runny When it pours you’re the brolly Your smile stops me going off my trolley You’re the stop that halts my leak My tinnitus ceases when I hear you speak I’d run a marathon with my Athletes foot Just to save you getting in a rut There’s nothing that I won’t do There’s never a Y when I think of you A rainbow walk to a pot of Gold Our journey slowly starts to unfold There’s nothing more that you could do And you don’t have to Because I Love You. ------------------------------------------------------------------ No time like the present No time like the present No present like the time Tick ,tick, tick A life of grime Cant turn the clock back On we go Suppose you could relax And go with the flow Join the rat race Behave yourself Take that look off your face Don’t get left on the shelf Do as your told Stand in line May I be so bold Is it a crime No time like the present No present like the time You’ve wasted a minute Reading this rhyme ….. Shimmer High above The moon looks down It has seen Kings and mountains fall Oceans come and go As days pass it is incomplete As days pass it is complete Travellers salute A diamond in the sky joins to lead Three wise men near the end of their journey A newborn Immaculate The son and father of all, the father and son of all Another book is written, the second chapter For the faithful A place for all waits in his kingdom For the faithful. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Vetiver into Amber Russet browns, fleck leaves Rust takes the trees Bonfires light the night The smell of toffee and butterscotch Flames dance on the horizon Breath is cotton wool Children exude the fanfare It is their night Fireworks dance in the sky Jewels for the young The autumnal regality is idyllically pure Golden hues ripple, leaves a velvet carpet An Autumn evening Perfect. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Lullaby As stars fill the sky Sleep warms your eyes We sing a golden lullaby Invisible fingers tickle You wriggle and laugh with joy The world is yours to take It becomes a toy Sail a strawberry sea On a candyfloss seahorse Marshmallow boats and ice cream floats Take you gently on your course The journey gives so much Many worlds for you to hold Skip along and smile As so much more unfolds The wonder that is you The joy to all you bring Butterscotch words and Starlit paths Guide this lullaby we sing ------------------------------------------------------------------- THELIST It’s not Funny The strings that hold superman up as he fly’s The sound a teddy bear makes when it cry’s A 60 stone baby surrounded by pies A murderous look in a butchers eyes The squeak of wheels from one who once walked The fished out body of a grass that talked The fly blown corpse of a deer once stalked The winning ticket being burnt in a flame An Alzheimer’s specialist forgetting his name The life we lead described as a game An honest John who has no shame Heads of charity eating out every night Countless pictures of Africa’s plight A starving child dying of fright An obese teenager on Angel Delight A nuclear family dying from radiation Gordon Brown addressing the nation Prices dance at the petrol station Quantitative Easing a short lived libation when it wears off there’s no variation Junkies shooting the poppies creation , in public toilets with no sanitation The dealers that tore up their great expectations Darwins model, the start of the race now becoming more commonplace A child without a dream A beck without a stream The cat that didn’t get the cream Mankind’s soul drowns swimming upstream A monkey with a machine gun A vampire in the sun The queen chewing gum The pope showing his bum An optimist looking glum DIY colonic irrigation Underwear that causes irritation An alcoholic given libation The BNP bestowed a citation Faded medals in a porn shop A bike without pedals at a bus stop A one legged man who cant hop A rapist in the dock saying ‘it’s a fair cop’ Quality control on weapons of mass destruction - the sheer delight as they step up production Thoughts of wining war a politicians seduction A few million dead - hey, it’s only a reduction ------------------------------------------------------------- JACK and JILL Dirty drugs , moral stripped pushers Plenty of clients lay down for the ushers Pay your money take your choice Let the junkies have a voice What a world we live in Paying for misery Contemplate original sin Costs too much to be free Jack and Jill ran up the hill Both were pale and thin Chemical diet ,life in a pill ICI gives a grin -------------------------------------------------------------- DENIAL I know it was me , but I will blame you I will look away ,hey the traffics bad Changing the subject I know I am sad I don’t know what denial is Never heard of it Don’t want to know about it Never saw it or have been affected by it Suffer silently , pay a secret penance Don’t even understand it but I win - through ignorance and fear Or highly educated thoughts, very clear Tell someone something ,but it isn’t me , it cant be Scapegoat, projection, mental rejection Let me embrace you with cruelty’s affection The actors never made it so I played all the parts I was amazing - shame you all missed it When kings ,queens and lovers took over the world Answer to no one - red carpet unfurled Why is the carpet red?, is it stained by my actions or the lifes work of others Your sage production, explanation astute But not today , I am deaf and mute. Run in a minefield with eggshell triggers Deny the explosion, you must do - it figures Still I cant believe how perfect I am, when everyone else makes such a mess I have never had anything to confess……. I deny everything unless it is true The truth meaning me and no, no , not you. Still the world champion at hide and seek. You’ll never find me unless I speak. -------------------------------------------------------------- Dirty dancing the devil came to town today to do some dirty dancing his moves were slick and lightening quick he sure was good at prancing he danced and danced across the land and it became detritus then people started to join in they called the groove St Vitus he moved from town and city till the world lost it's resources what the people hadn't realised it's them who set his courses with disbelief they sat and stared at the fruits of their labour they didn't think about the price to pay when they sought the devils favour 'you wanted the dance I just showed you how' the devil smirked and said 'its your greed that made barren the seed. You were so easily led' 'you never respect the planet on your selfishness I feed the more you state your morals the deeper sets the greed' 'a thirst for oil you cannot drink is quenched by your denial I just sit and laugh out loud - even in my sleep I smile' 'greed has always driven man down the road to hell I sit and wait for you to come you've learnt the dance so well' 'the fella upstairs keeps giving you hints , but you foolishly ignore them when the odd do gooders come along I just make you fools abhor them so join me in my dance ive got some fresh new moves it's just some fun so trust me and get down into the groove ------------------------------------------------------------ HOODY ‘ I’VE GOT A HOODY AND I SCARE YOUR GRAN I’VE GOT A HOODY AND IT MAKES ME A MAN I CARRY A KNIFE ,I AM HARD ILL SET ABOUT YOU WITH MY MURDEROUS SHARD I SMASH BUS STOPS I TAG YOUR WALLS DON’T GET IN MY WAY OR I’LL CUT OFF YOUR BALLS I’VE GOT A HOODY AND IT KEEPS MY HEAD WARM IM IN A GANG CALLED BITCH KICKING STORM I’VE GOT MURDEROUS INTENT IN MY HEAD I’VE GOT TO STOP WRITING COS NOW IM OFF TO BED IT’S HARD TO BE 11 AND LEAD AND NOT BE LED IT’S HARD TO HAVE A VOICE AND SPEAK AND NOT BE SAID WILL I BE A STATISTIC JUST ADDING TO THE DEAD. -------------------------------------------------------- DETOX Nightmares in the afternoon Cold sweats in the sun Rust sitting on a silver spoon Not much fucking fun Give myself a piggy back To get from room to room Body gives itself the sack The darker side of gloom Get dressed in someone’s clothes Yesterday they were mine Where I’ve gone to nobody knows Will I get back in time Contemplate the Fall Where did original sin begin Poor old second Adam The outlook was fairly dim Shake rattle and rot Cold turkeys getting hot Didn’t sign up for this But this is what I got It’s no birthday party No sign of any cake Like a sucked and spat out smarty Even your shadow is a fake Chicken soup for breakfast Turkey all the time How long will this purge last Sweat replaced with slime Week in the priory Month in Betty Ford Make a note in my diary It’s getting well I can’t afford Could go on for ever But this bit is the end Still resembling one piece But half way round the bend` -------------------------------------------------------------- JACK and JILL Dirty drugs , moral stripped pushers Plenty of clients lay down for the ushers Pay your money take your choice Let the junkies have a voice What a world we live in Paying for misery Contemplate original sin Costs too much to be free Jack and Jill ran up the hill Both were pale and thin Chemical diet ,life in a pill ICI gives a grin ----------------------------------------------------------- Audio sample to follow, thanks for reading

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melanie coady

Fri 11th Mar 2011 12:11

hi spence,ye i'll hv to hv a look def xx

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melanie coady

Tue 8th Mar 2011 15:16

brilliant stuff hun i really enjoyed them all every one!

Clare Waters

Thu 6th Jan 2011 14:09

Just loved 'Good God, I Pod'!

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Emma Garland

Sun 18th Jul 2010 19:14

Hey Spencer, I just stumbled upon your page. Great stuff. You have a brilliant style of capturing the essence of all things British! Upon first read Good God, I Pod reminded me instantly of Chickentown. Then I took a closer look at your picture and, wow, that must have been quite the experience. Anyway, I look forward to reading more of your work. All the best.

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Jack Pascoe

Thu 1st Jul 2010 21:25

Hello spencer, good to e-meet you.

Wow you actually met John Cooper Clarke? He's like the reason i do what i do. I take it your a great fan of his too. Must have been nerve shaking meeting him eh? I loved 'Detox' as well really hits you with a sting.

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Lynn Dye

Fri 14th May 2010 22:35

Cheers, Spencer. Thanks for the compliment on my work!

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Lynn Dye

Fri 14th May 2010 19:02

Hi Spencer, love your poems, lots of different stuff there, but all good!

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Banksy

Wed 12th May 2010 22:32

OK Spencer - I'm impressed :)

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Banksy

Sun 18th Apr 2010 21:14

hi spencer - thanks for comments & yes - looking at yours, I can also see a lot of similarities. is that the great man with you on your blog photo or someone dressed-up? I met him once at the octagon - really nice guy - pity I didn't know who he was at the time !! B

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Nichola Burrows

Thu 22nd Oct 2009 19:32

Take it you saw the funny side too, there seems to have been a slight loss of sense of humour recently. Everyone is so serious.x

steve mellor

Wed 7th Oct 2009 17:15

Hi Spencer
'Dad Says' - I was sort of taking the piss out of myself. I wrote a 'poem' about the possible winning of WOLOP, but asked the question 'Have I Won', 7 days early. Hence the piss-take
See you later

steve mellor

Sat 3rd Oct 2009 11:44

Hi Spencer
Saw your 'Hed' discussion. I'd love to offer, but I'm on the wrong side of Leeds.
Are you getting revved up for Thursday?
I think we sort of agreed to meet in the bar about a half hour before the scheduled start.
See you there
Steve M.

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winston plowes

Tue 29th Sep 2009 14:57

Re - our big poem. Well I might just have a go if I can find some time and post it upin the blog sectionfor all to see. Toodle pip.Win

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spencer

Tue 29th Sep 2009 14:13

Now that is a good question, lets see what we have and see what can be made of it.

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winston plowes

Tue 29th Sep 2009 12:36

Hi There
Is it time to piece together our "Everybody join in to make one big poem" thinggy?
Winston

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Nichola Burrows

Thu 17th Sep 2009 17:35

ah, there was no kindness involved in my half comment on 'Detox' - do need to read it again (preferably when the potential five a side football team has worn itself out, settled down and chilled a little).

It was honest.

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winston plowes

Thu 17th Sep 2009 09:26

Hi there Spencer, Thanks for your comments on The last Tommy. Lately my stuff has been more obscure and complex than clear so your comment was especially welcome. Win

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Nichola Burrows

Wed 16th Sep 2009 14:56

Hi spencer, just read your comment on Lilley. Thank you. It was about someone who will always be very dear to me, that I only had the opportunity to spend seven and half weeks with, one of my own precious little eeks. Love chucking words down, nice to know I'm not too bad at it.

steve mellor

Wed 16th Sep 2009 13:49

It's me again
One whole English pound! You certainly know how to tempt a man.
I messaged Isobel, and told her that if I were to 'rant' Life-Line, I'd have to add 2 extra lines after Superannuation:-
Oration
Defecation

I've only ever read a poem of mine on one occasion (bad enough), and don't know how to rant, never mind 'RANT'.
I wish I could say that I was open to a bidding war, but somehow ??
Your interest warms the cockles etc etc
Steve M.

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Nichola Burrows

Wed 16th Sep 2009 13:04

Haha, the second half should always start with a twist or a bang.

Think I found a little balance within my unfortunate cathartic nature and my battle with subjectivity and objectivity!

In other words, I thought your idea was fantastic and enjoyed watching different poetic styles, tied together in one poem and how they adapted to a certain genre and topic. including little old me.

steve mellor

Wed 16th Sep 2009 12:54

Hi Spencer
Thanks for the comment, and putting the 'rant' thought in my brain.
I don't see myself as a performance poet, never mind a 'ranter'. I have little or no confidence even at my age.
If you feel like it....?
Steve M

maipenrai

Sun 13th Sep 2009 20:48

Thanks Mate.
Bernie

maipenrai

Sun 13th Sep 2009 20:26

it was an excellent write.
Bernie

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