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Bitterness,
spite and maliciousness: these derisive trysts will
twist within the petty blighted participants as any actual passing, acted
fast, intent on icing out a battered victim is instantly rebounded back to
freeze the blaster’s beating heart right in its tracks. List [I need you help with this one. What
with me having Nounophasia and all; or whatever it is called!] [Please email
your suggestions for names to fill the gaps] (List of
names here of those involved in the setting up of the new law): This is my list those who are
believed to be enemies of the people of Britain. (List of
names of other prominent MPs): This is my list of those who
are suspected of stirring up racial hatred. (List of
names of ordinary people): This is a list of those who
will be investigated as to their racial origins and nationality. Adrian Spendlow: This is a list of those
suspected of anti-government poetry [If you want me to add your name as a footnote let me know when you
offer your help.] More thoughts on terrorism I
suppose:- Hook line
X3: If you have a belief Then in there is love And that is something We all need to have A verse! Love is unity Unity is victory Victory is beauty Beauty is a place Where we all need to be Voxpop:- Do you have a belief? - Is there love in there? And what does that love tell
you? Once we are
rolling:- We don’t ask anything
complicated of you. Love is only being friendly, but it is our strongest
weapon in this war. Love is what this war is for and here are your weapons; A
smile: at someone different to you, A helping hand that might lead to
friendship, A nod of understanding showing you have a connected whenever you
get the chance, A wave at those that might stand apart, and - When things get
terribly bad: Go and stand by the person who is being shown hurt and take
that smile with you. Love and Unity are the way to win. Looking at the poems in
last issue I don’t recall writing any of them, similar with this one:- I hate this jumper it itches like mad and my mum makes me wear these girlie vests I kick up a right fuss and run around rubbing my arms against my sides (This upsets her because of previous trauma that I only dimly recall) There are holes in the wool too, of the woolie that is, she says it doesn't matter (I just have to leave it alone) You can see the Airtex through it though so everyone will know about the girlie undies yet still I pull at the woollen
thread enlarging the
portal to my dark silken secret Here’s one from way back (I
have added it to the Persula tour sets): Maisy tells
a tale Of course she’d dreamt of
being a somebody Sometimes even of standing
for parliament If she’d been lady, she would
have joined in with the suffragettes But mostly she dreamed of a
handsome young gentleman Or perhaps a crotchety old
rich one As long as they took her away
from this place Oh a handsome young gentleman
who would whisk her away Treat her so kindly forever
his fair lady Anything would improve on the
lot of a scullery maid Black-leading the Yorkist and
scrubbing the grate Briskly boiling the carrots
and brassing the fender Sometime she would dream of a
brave gallant hero Perhaps riding upon a carpet
with a cutlass and tassles But just as he stooped to
raise her from fireside For to fly her away to his
grand golden halls Mrs Cartwright would shake
her rough and sudden by the shoulder And bring her back scathingly
to the land of the living Odd time when she was asked what it was made her
wander She would stand and regale
her and the whole blooming
kitchen Tell them tales she had
dreamed up while awork at the root crop Fill their hearts with a
longing that she always felt Till they all dropped their
duties as their hearts set to soar Forget their set stations in
life as Maisy told stories But the spell broke too
quickly Mrs Cartwright would pucker Fine words perhaps Maisy But that’s all that yer
tale is Fine words let me tell yer Will butter no parsnps Anoraks…… Keep off inclementness So it’s best to wear one Whatever weather No matter the temperature I have quite a selection Enough to suit, any occasion Anoraks I’ve got. Almost Have, what you’d call A collection Want to see them? Would it be weird at all, Or witty, to say Come up and see them? Sometime – then – maybe – eh? From
Poemspotters:- Listening To think you have to learn and to learn you
have to listen and to listen you have to share and to share you have to talk
and to talk you have to think and to think you have to learn and to learn you
have to listen and to listen you have to share and to share you have to talk
and to talk you have to think…. Not sure if
this is a love poem or a stalker poem - It is chilling in performance with
the band:- Delayed shock Pulsing on empty Two glasses and glowing It is love Unrequited And even not happening She’s young nd she’s gone And her eyes And my god! Ambery golden Deep and clear If there is any justice She’ll walk in here now It is meant Or why feel like this Just cos it’s impossible Doesn’t mean it’s not fate We were destined She meant it She said that She looked in my eyes Was so glad for One last meet So wanted to hold me And I wish it I wish it right now If true love is internal She will walk in here now Bodies not important I fancied but lose detail It was eyes and person It is the feeling; The knowing We know From the moment What moment, you ask me The one that is crystal; When I
wake in the night I wake in
the night And I see her looking at
me And no matter how I doubt It comes out that it was then If there is, Any chance for me She will walk in at this moment. She is here I haven’t noticed There she is Breezing in now Knowing that the moment Was forever and for us Even if forever isn’t credence Or believed in. Bitter from break up I disbelieve in forever In exclusive In the true love There she is In she comes now Close to my eye Like the dream that keeps happening There she is I will wait here No I’ll walk now It is kismet Fate says, We will meet up Fate
Fate Fate Fate Written for Read Write York: Being A Poet In York It’s a great place to be and to become part of things. Beautifully inspiring. Big
enough for a wide rage of opportunity. Small enough to know. Straight on a train will get
you away. Full
of a sense of community. Most
importantly perhaps, poetry
here is integrated – Accepted
by venues and bookshops,
happy alongside other art forms. Great place to be based. I scribbled this out after hearing hunt supporters talk:- Keep
the hunting Keep
the hunting Ferlock
- Ferlock Keep
the work I
need it don’t you see Grand
it is - Grand it is So
grand it is you see All
the grand chaps From
their mansions And
the toffs on holiday Landlord
lets us have our beer cheap If we
welcome toffs for stirrup cup Keep
the hunting Keep
the hunting Ferlock
- Ferlock Keep
the work This
is what the country This
is what the country This
is what the country needs And:- One sip of tea Brings
us from a Hypnogogic
state To
the semi-wakeful Transient
anxiety of Two
months without A
cigarette. (See also the
Text Poems) |
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