Empty Souls Poetry

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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Jenny Agutter Stole My Virginity

I was about thirteen years old, a tender young age, the night I first had sex with Jenny. You recall her don’t you? Jenny was an actress, the older one of the Railway Children. She stood before the oncoming train, waving her red petticoat trying to save folk from impending disaster. That Jenny, yes.... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

I Glanced at a Celebrity Magazine Today

Last week, the childminder left a couple of magazines at my house. To my horror, this desecration included 'Hot Stars' magazine. All full of celebrity gossip about these folk who do nothing apart from want to be famous and thrust their selves upon me whether I want them or not. In an OK world of Hot... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

No Canvassers at This Door

I was genuinely writing a little sign to deter unwanted callers to my house which I was going to laminate and put outside my front door. However, it evolved somewhat, but I'm still thinking of putting it up anyway. What do you think? No Canvassers at This Door Note to All Callers I do not buy or... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Beyond the Door

Sitting at the foot of the gate Waiting. Head in hands, shifting uncomfortably, aware of my impending approach. ‘Oh God! Is that him?’ she must think. She wants to run home. She looks up And smiles. We say hi to each other, ‘But are we going to sit here all day’, she moans. ‘Because we’re starting... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Stop Killing Our Kids

Another mothers baby gone to another place, another fathers hero, smile wiped from his face. The culture of guns so vulgar, a lifestyle filled with hate. So many to the slaughter, A familiar picture, but the same deadly fate. 'Yeah man, whatever', I’m hearing them cry. ‘Show some respect or you’re... Sign in to see full entry.

Halfway to Death

A world of realisation that you’re getting much older, with young looking policemen, teachers and soldiers. The house from my youth, in a museum. Retro bars from a time you’ve lived in, With each dreaded birthday comes, another year closer to death. Morbidity growing, taking over with every passing... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Big Brother Bore Opens a Hair Salon

They appear on our screens roughly once very year. All of them after their fifteen minutes of new found fame. We never asked for that I cry. Just a reality show where we can observe, laugh and spy. But no you want more than that reality TV star. Encouraged by the media machine fuelling your greed... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

A Few Different Poems for Fathers Day

My Dad died over ten years ago. I wrote this a while back as how I look on him not being around so much now. I still dream an awful lot and he is there...just not every day. Fathers Day It can’t be that long, since you’ve been gone. Seems a short time, yet in fact nine years on. The summer of... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Sandcastles

We spent many weeks looking forward to our holiday, my children and I. All the anticipation, and then finally we were there. Running on the beach, playing in the sand, and all the fun of building sandcastles. Taking great care to build it’s base. The four towers either side going up one by one, in... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Just Fuck Off…and Don’t Come Back

Oh, how you think you run the rule over this tiny little Kingdom. Claiming you work from the inspiration of Julie Walters playing a hard-lined school head. However, you go about things with the skill and personality of a demented Jade Goody instead. Your abject bullying, your vicious lies, grinding... Sign in to see full entry.

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