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Saturday, July 5, 2008
Armenian Genocide 1915.
Take a strong rope and tie them up tight String them all together and kill the ones that fight. Whinging crying vermin in a line Filthy screaming wrap them up in twine Take them to the river, take them to the edge, Let them see the raging storm of water from a ledge. Now leave them waiting and... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Yearning
Pink T-shirt The woman in the pink t-shirt With the perfect breasts strode Purposefully across the field Her Labrador panting behind. “Hello” she said And her imperfect teeth gleamed in the sun. “Hi’” he said. “lovely day”. A light breeze scattered dry cut grass About their feet his booted hers not.... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Shattered Moon
When I dived into the shimmering moon It shattered into a thousand pieces. And there I lay blood roaring in my ears With cold light bourne by the waves, lapping me. Beneath that broken moon I thought of you Of what we have become and will become For now our fiery spirits are dampened By a love... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Genocide
To those who think they have the purest blood And hate a man because he's not their kind I write this verse and hope it's understood That to the genocides now past you're blind Now if you see a face that's black or brown At work near home or walking down the street And if that face you see does make... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Food Homemade hovis hot from the can Basted with butter then blended with jam Washed down with coffee hot from the pan All go together, a great breakfast plan Licking my lips as lunchtime draws near Ham cut in half? Herring and beer? These dreadful decisions redouble my fears Of painful pangs... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
For Simon Armitage
Borders Some singer grinds 'fool for your love no more' With a voice that sounds like boots on gravel And I unravel Armitage on my lap. The twat writes what I should have years ago. Stockport's silent poetry belongs to me Simon Every stoic winter whipped tree you see Belongs to me Simon. You... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Millie
Millie I sit silent in anticipation of her The sun shines through the trees shadow casting Broad branches sway and bow in the breeze Drifting dark impressions across the dashboard I see her! skipping past the sycamore Chaotic clouds of blonde hair crowd her face Then she sees me and smiling spreads... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
What The Butler Saw
What did the butler see? Diamonds decorating dullness Which all decorations do Embellishing a colourless skin With all that is colourless within. What did the butler do? Waited on mummified objects Which servants are obliged to do To the pull of the bell cord he is bound Not a fraction of dignity he... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
REMAINS
The sun rises The sun sets With the same glorious Red glows The blood of man Has risen And stained the sky The rain falls The snow falls But no leaves fall No moaning and creaking of boughs in the wind No hissing and whispering of wind in the grass For the wind howls and screams As a lonely voice It... Sign in to see full entry.