Tonight I feel the need. Everyone has a birdie. Mine tell me I am better. I listen and I know. I prefer the book closed, You do not no everything.

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Slowly gliding
upon gentle waters
absorbing warmth
and sunshine
from the sky
 
Tall grass swaying
breezes fluffing
soft feathers
friends land
splashing
and bob for food
 
Startled
from my reverie
by the jangling
of the phone
I turn from
my office window

Sighing as the boss
calls my name
surprised
I realize
that a mallard
I envy

 

Photogr...

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Another kiss you’ll never have

you used to say to me.

When I was busy,

feeling tired,

and I would turn away.

 

If I had known how few

those kisses were to be

I would have spared the time

to give those kisses free.

 

So now I send those kisses back

ten thousand fold to thee

yes now I send those kisses back.

Wherever you may be...

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She reaches out, and the covers heave;

a thick sea moving east, morning peaked, and unforgiving.

Turning,

an arm releases the sounds of being far away.

 

He talks to her in his sleep.

 

She sits, her knees pulled up to her heart,

bent, taken. The still air attracts her gaze to the wall,

 an exact silver,

and she draws her arm up across the running...

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It occurs in the slur of morning

When the birds have been fed

And survivors of the feast

Wriggle and squeak on the surface.

 

Bits of insects roll and search

For pieces of themselves

In the bloodwet grass

As the sun bursts.

 

Waiting for the rain

To soothe and manoeuvre

Those that are left

Chanting on the grass.

 

But they are not afra...

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May have to aplogise in advance for this one!  Or just blame Stefan and John Coopey for encouraging me!  ;)

 

I denied it was happening,

Couldn’t be happening,

I couldn’t be feeling this way.

It wasn’t on the cards for us.

I would be detached,

Impartial, come what may.

 

I would just be your landlady,

Crabby and out of bounds.

I’m sure this is w...

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Built a cliché house

on overheard sand

 

opened                                    windows                                 wide

 

life blew whistles in

took my breath

for granted

sent a shiver down my

jelly walls

percussive cutlery

spooned                       forked                         carved

thin air

 

home sweet

collapsed

l...

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We’ve witnessed special highlights and some awkward moments too

As more than thirty August anniversaries by us flew;

But there’s no-one I would rather spend my life with more than you;

I love you, Judy Coopey, and suppose I always will.

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Thought police, no one can avoid them,

Thought police, are out there, thinking ,     

thinking how to catch your thoughts –

skulking in alleys and doorways,

hanging on your every deliberation,

tuning in by wireless connection,

seeking out any unrest, any deviation

from the new norm, the new speak

… the new order.

Thought police created and empowered

by to...

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We had no words for “metaphor” or “simile”

That night in the hall; the fire’s smoke

And crackle blazed colour into our faces,

The Skald sang ‘Edwr ran after the hart,

As swift as the river runs’, and that was that.

We feasted on its muscles, lights and guts

Ate ourselves full to stupor, then we drank,

Drenching our lips with honey of the kill;

Drew Edwr on the wa...

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I don't get to keep any (young) man for too long and especially when that Josie the Viking Princess steals (most) of my dramatic thunder. This Gorka the Great, swept into my cowshed and mangle life like a twin tub on double rev and Princess Josie got between us, like washing line sheets blowing in my egotistical wind...so, back to the bottom of the washing basket (no Basque men in there!)

h...

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Half a millennia of footsteps
crossed this courtyard,
five centuries of ghosts
hang around in doorways
as a bright, new moon
sits low in the sky,
offering no prayer
to small devils that spit at stars,
or a lost woman
who follows a different path.

Florence is full of magic boxes
spellbound by humanity,
and centuries of Christ.
Yet secrets hide behind huge doors
and ...

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If I were to tell my story, which story would I tell,

Of a brightly painted glory, or a shadow haunted hell

Sharing in the same location, period and cast,

Differing in where the tales begin and in the words delivered last.

There'd need be no deliberate inconsistency in terms or actual plot and

Yet some facts, just out of focus, will seemingly be forgotten.

Like in two sh...

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The Treachery of  Images René Magritte 

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El condor no pasa.

 

Dawn was a slobber drooled from fangs of giants.

We willed the canyon clogging mist to shift.

The Colca River roiled beneath the silence,

muffed in cloud.  Snow-caps snarled.  We got shoved

about by tour groups,  guffawing and looking miffed

to see no condors.  Us,  we found some plusses,

hummingbirds,  sierra finch,  Andean swift,

...

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The types of radiation which make up

The electromagnetic spectrum are -

In ascending order of wavelengths short to long -

Gamma rays, x-rays, ultra violet rays,

Light,

Infra-red radiation and radio waves.

 

Only the Light Spectrum  is humanly visible.

It permits seven basic colours to our underdeveloped eyes -

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue and Violet –

...

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PEGGY

 

You ask me how it was she beguiled

My love her love to crave?

She only fixed her hair and smiled

And took my heart for slave.

 

For it was such a lovely smile,

So wonderful to see,

That it seemed – for one brief while –

Her soul smiled out at me.

 

We`re wed now, and my grateful heart

Grows gladder every day.

And ...

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2011 One Love Reggae Festival

A Truthful Dishonor Not about the Reggae

Looking at the future with a smile! Indeed, life is filled with so many struggles so to smile is one of the only options we have as to not go totally insane. The UK 2011 One Love Reggae Festival was held in the location of Hainault Forest County Park, an area in the London Borough of Redbridge in Northeast London. Fo...

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Has anyone else got spam messgaes in your inbox on wol? I certainly don't appreciate bullshit messages from people trying to get me to send money, pictures etc!!

 

I don't know how they could have access to wol messages unless they are a member and if anyone knows how to block them, please tell me.

 

IF YOU ARE THE SPAMMER, GO FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO MAIL YOUR CRAP!!

 

Th...

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Soon Autumn will be here with it's dusty and driving breeze across fields from the back of your house where poppies would previously dance with you now spit in your face. Autumn will hold your hand when you run to the train station every morning jagged with purpose like it was famous for 15 seconds. Soon Autumn will be here and on the road again with leaves dangling in...

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Happiness of a man is not in possibility to chose a woman out of a million,

Happiness of a man is in possibility to allow himself to be with the only loved one.

Out of millions there are hundreds of beauties.

Out of millions there are hundreds of jealous.

Out of millions there are hundreds of desirable.

But… they are not loved.

Out of millions there can be only one...

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I was recently asked to write and perform a poem about The August Riots of the UK for a 'Fight Back Debate' in which the young people of Bolton discussed their opposition to both the criminal acts of the young people involved, and the media's focus on youth involvement to the extent that young people have been misrepresented.

This link contains a video of my performance:http://www.thebolto...

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It fills the room in which we dine

at tables doomed for eight or nine;

the champagne glasses deftly clinked,

though champagne isn't what we drink.

The chicken textured rubber duck

and vegetables are overcooked;

rain dribbles down the window-panes,

the walls exhibit aged stains.

The waitress frowns, absorbed, remote;

you make a sound, you clear your throat.......

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You left a lovely tattoo mark on our grey cloud world

Tatoo Suzi

your lovely bones will rattle on down the dirty streets

of Camden Suzi

where the bees go sleep at night only your hair knows

your hair Suzi

we can drink up in the skies by the railtrack bridge

your bridge Suzi

 

Break the broken heart

paint the damned soul dark

shut the shut down mind

...

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Christ has got a Facebook page,
a new account on Twitter.
He’s taken latest photographs,
to publish them on Flikr.

JesusChrist.com
will alert yer first by text.
Send a message to yer e-mail,
dates of where he’s touring next.

Put yer name down for subscription,
to “Jesus Christ events”.
Signed exclusively to SKY
ITV & Beeb are vexed.

Both Oprah & Jay Leno,
batt...

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There are billions of people in this world, and billions of cells in each person. Those cells came together by fate, or choice, to create each one of us.

YOU could search your entire life and never find another person who looks

just like YOU, thinks just like YOU, has the same experiences as YOU and feels the same emotions as YOU in the same way that YOU do. YOU may not be a world chang...

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the dead done gone and did it again
the dead done gone and shredded your heart
the dead will whistle their one refrain
the dead they tear your song apart

the dead done gone and shredded your heart
the dead paid the piper but forgot the tune
the dead they tear your song apart
the dead will be your playmates soon

the dead paid the piper but forgot the tune
the dead mar...

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The air is still, quite

The freezing touch of his hand

Death is by my side

 

 

 

 

This audio was provided by my husband Scott

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I let her eyes seduce me as she glanced across the bar

she passed a smile suggesting her apartment wasn't far

calmly and collectedly I held that higher ground

but all the while internally my will it slowly drowned

I was full with raw emotion that could never be denied

when hearts collide it can never be denied

 

With a look that told her everything I lead her o...

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Standing, with the heel of his left touching the toes of his right,

In the dying dark before the dawn he can see

A path stretching between the platforms.

The steel against his skin is taut, tight, but it seems so far.

 

Imagined wings sprout from his spine, see-through against the sky,

The feathers fanned against the stars as they snuff out one by one.

His wings feel...

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(Just a bit of fun for Francine)

 

Above vaulting box

Hot and steamy pumps take flight

Endorphins released..

 

 

 

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I was a bit of a hippy for a while

With chants of make love not war

A flower child wanting to be free

And didn't like the law.

 

Communes sprang up everywhere

There was always a place to stay

Homeless wasn't a problem

Like it seems to be today.

 

Our elders often frowned

They didn't understand

We were young and alive 

And living off the land.

...

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This is the beginning,

the birth;

in fast/slow motion,

the start of your new amour.

A loving for your all;

devotion, just for you.

 

In the day before today,

in the day after tomorrow,

in the core of all your sorrow,

my mind will walk with yours.

 

In the light of your depth,

in the face of your strength,

in the reach of your k...

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With my perfect children

And my perfect wife,

I will live a thousand years

With a favoured life.

 

My past is legend,

Fixed firm in stone.

My future, my millennium,

As yet unknown.

 

I am cuckoo in human form,

Able to roam,

To spread my wings,

To make wherever home.

 

I have a vision,

Perfectly sound,

Which I am free

To exp...

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A fire trailing wrath of God & more consequentially my wrath.

 

This chamber rests cold,
flags south to where its latest victim lies
...callous and repining recent events.

 

To smite me prepare to face all elements,
having all abilities forced on you;
Ten Commandments and all.

 

This chamber is 44. inch steel that encircles
a shell case of chaste supposit...

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These stones have stood two hundred years and forty more

And scan Hardcastle Crags across from Heptonstall,

Hoist high above the Hebble's ferny forest's floor

But they may fall.

 

Though Wesley preached to hundreds in this hallowed place,

This wayside chapel, gaunt-boned, gritstone octagon

Whose generations worshipped, prayed and gained God’s grace,

May soon be g...

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UK rioting, London’s burning

Spreading to many city postcodes and other locations,

Police on the beat, patrolling the streets

No means an easy feat, but we won't accept or admit defeat

Communities actively cleaning up fast the aftermath of destruction,

Past dark animosity built up to eruption, resourcefully a huge task ahead

But don’t let it fill one with dread, instead ...

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I thought I heard a scratching at the door

Familiar scrabbling across the floor

I thought I saw the curtains move and yet..

Do dogs have ghosts I ask myself? – You bet!

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If sticks and stones can break bones
and bombs and guns can kill
then a poet's pen and words can likewise murder
but heals wounds in its sublime expression;
Our differences fade with each line of verse.

 Hence,

Being read, and quoted, and handed out!
That is the poet's true reward.
On shall poetry live, and within its soul
the poet in whose...

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none of my  teachers ever liked me infact they'd tell my younger sister that im thick

childish!

not everyones parents had a sheltered childhood

"Money In Here" written on mancunian bin

NOW WHAT?

ITS GOING OFF!

the lost generation are looting on the high street

DON'T pretend your shocked

GOD YOUR A GOOD ACTOR

pure kids active in new trainners playstation 3 5...

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Camped by the line

you don't notice the trains.

Jousting with words

you don't notice their brains

            or feel for their souls

 

The radio's on

you hear the sounds

They push your buttons

you give a few pounds.

            The bed is warm.

 

Promised yourself

you would be alert

Paid fifty quid

for this bargain shirt.

        ...

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BIBLE PAGES

 

(1991-2000) Sierra Leone –

When that conflict,
once slack, turns harsh
and cracks like the whip
of a preacher’s tongue

They snapback covers, leaf
with purpose through donated tomes,
intoning their beliefs –
or not.  Caring nothing for
 

The words that they besmirch,
they rip the pages, roll their papers,
smudge that finest print with dir...

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If I were an eyelash in the cup of Gods tea

I'd sail off to Cornwall , to the land of His brie

Where God was a seagull , top the galleons with sail

To the coves of Cornwall , and begin with this tale

Where God chiseled England , from His pockets of clay

And knelt with St. George , to whittle Cornwall aweigh

Where God was in garden , stood a trellis for His Son

In the...

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We scattered mum over where her sister lay

My Father seemed smaller somehow as my Brother,

Ready to catch him at any moment,

Walked him out of the churchyard

Beneath the archway where he had once kissed her

 

The world seemed silent just for them

The sky had grabbed the clouds and held them still,

And the wind and the birds and the trees all held court

As the...

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Memories still haunt you in dreams

the worst ones aren't violent nor perverse.

The worst dreams are the ones you wish came true

they haunt you with De Ja Vu

subconscious samurai,

donning swords and Fu Manchu.

 

Kreuger retreated, he knew he met his match

because love is the most infectious illness one can catch.

It starts with a thought, a flicker, a ...

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My daughter used to worry her Dad
It was all about a fear she had
Each night she'd call me up the stair
To exorcise ghosts that were not there

So we had a long chat about ghoulies and stuff
And finally I thought I'd done enough
They don't exist, we'd at last agreed
and for Dad's rescues there was no more need

But then one night, while I was pottering around
a familiar sh...

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Kiss she dabble touch lady

Lately lady gentle cool linger smile

Warm in her deep dream eyes

 Brown as comfort

Drinking in my every all

Deep into her sigh upon perfumed sigh

Comes then sleep pillow kissed prayer

Comes then every longest forever never night

Wide asleep wretched until the bright of morn

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I want you all to know
Edger Poe and his fairest Lenore
have nothing on me and the loathsome I adore.

We are as sheep in the pasture of time
and our shepherds name is love,
seeking guidance from above
in the stars we counted.
On our blanket on our backs
watching forever.
The little dipper was your favorite constellation
where you laid your foundation,
in the sky way up h...

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The following poem was commissioned by Wigan Performing Arts Centre and was performed by 'We Are Poets!' as part of Wigan and Leigh schools spring cluster project in March 2010.

I've been meaning to post it on here so that anyone with any Wigan connections can enjoy it. It's mostly my work, but I have to confess that the inspired lines re. Limahl and curry came from Mrs McGann aka Gabby Mou...

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                                         The Closure of a Preachy Poet

 

          It’s okay to disagree,

It’s okay,

We can all live within the lies of make believe

It’s okay, it’s okay.

 

Now watch your daughters sell

Sex for money,

And your sons shoot lust for blood,

See the planet close its story,

It’s okay, it’s okay.

 

Make all the prophe...

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