Santa’s feeling grotto right now.

been hit by the credit crunch,

his little helpers were put on shorter hours.

Santa has got this ‘ere contract,

where he’s down to make 20% of all toys.

Santa’s clause in this binding agreement states

he is responsible for awarding and overseeing

the sub-contraction the remaining 80%.

Contracts were awarded to China, Taiwan

and Traditional Toys f...

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Your future that runs through the river of time

buffeted by a current that intertwines.

You struggle sometimes to see what’s down the line, whilst

prospects pulsate down your vortex time continuum.

All future wishes, desires of the night, fields of aspiration

become eroded by influences beyond mortal control,

scoured by debris washed down from weather-beaten floodplains.

Fr...

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We are on the run in to Christmas time

The time for kids to be overindulged

Credit companies dance with glee

Leaving us all in debt, at least until Easter

Credit crunch or no, we are in a ‘must have culture’

Are we praying to the God of Sales?

Or to that other guy, you know the one

We sing Carols about him, aaaagh!

“Jesus, I wish I could remember his name”

Mounds of gifts fill the ...

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The flying fish flew in the sky’s so blue

Above the land of the Yim Yam Tree

There were frogs dancing on logs in clogs

To humming bird’s that sang out of key

Tall giraffe’s sat cross legged reading the telegraph

And never a cross word was spoken

When drunken bees slurred their A’s, B’s and C’s

Because their buzz machine was broken

The Arctic Fox wore blue and red socks

Furthe...

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I was sat at a table when these words flew from pen to paper

Thence from my keyboard type transposes it to electronic page

Sitting there with row upon regimental row of tablet

Spread before me like cadets on a passing out parade, awaiting postings

Pills of every hue, shape and functionality, through their barrette skyward

They all get posted to mind and body control central

Aboard pill...

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Word is art

Art is word

Combine the two

It’s quite absurd

Words build frame

Frames arts word

Perhaps the same

Never to unravel

Words bring colour

Colours the word

Word is art

Art is word

Not so absurd

© Phil Golding 26/11/08

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I dreamt of you in the middle of the night
We sat together by the flames orange light
Pink candle flames danced behind the wine
Your head on my shoulder, hair smelt so fine

Your hand reached, a butterfly touch on my face
Looking at you,your lips,a smile, there was trace
Two lips, a soft kiss, which said so much
Our arms, sweet caress,in a lovers touch  

Our wants, our needs, all our desires unfold
Ro...

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The sunshine,

The rain,

The emotional strain,

The desires for life,

Colours aspirations,

Hopes and needs.

Feel spirits

Rise and fall

Like ‘Emotional Rainbows’. 

Searching society,

For that elusive pot of gold,

That holds the key,

To living the ‘Happy ever after’.

© Phil Golding 28/10/2008

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The love I had freely given

Now lies crumpled

A ball of contusions

The relationship we had treasured

Cupped to our hearts

Oh, the raging despair I now feel

That now stampedes over my soul

I will never allow your knife

To have the last word

I will take what’s left of my dignity

Set sail once again on the sea of hope

Where sincerity fills my sails

Cast out my nets

To catch another f...

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Having not slept for days

I daydream that I may sleep tonight

At last sleep is my bedfellow

Over stuffed imagery in my mind

Offloaded in my field of dreams

Where no sequence is ever the same

Like a film editor having a field day

Where my life is surreal, devoid of rules

Each dream has a sprinkle of magic

Mixed with the suggestion of a mystery

Imagery is drawn from my memories we...

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Phil's first attempt at Haiku

Strong wind blows

Tall trees fall

Were they heard?

Baubles and sparkling lights

Imitation plastic tree

Carbon footprint for Jesus

Spider’s web across branches

Early morning dew

Breakfast

Dawn cracks open like an egg

I see the whites of their eye

Scrambled visions of a new day

Hyena laughs loud

Dead meat

Laugher dies

Zebra drinks

Cro...

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The moon went for a swim amongst the harbour boats

Yellow brushed against the slate grey surface of the water

Giving depth and tone to the ripples atop the high tide

The onshore breeze seemed to mould and remould

The undulation, with a sculptures eye and craftsman’s knife

Silhouetted by the melting moon, dolphins and seals

Dance amongst the moonbeams in an aerial ballet

Some seagul...

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The sunny disposition of this outer multilayered cover

Iridescent, freckled, food brush under air intake valve   

Noise capturing devices to balance out brain cell container

A surround sound audio system with sub-woofer and base

Great swathes of follicles in need of treatment and repair

Two cameras capturing 3D imagery, with precision

Each slide sent to a film archive storage facil...

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What my forebears see, gazing down on me?

Whilst having cake and tea with God

Are they turning their backs on me?

As my love has given another the nod

With all those around me, upon this earth

Connecting old her with me, nobody puts asunder

If they knew what’s afoot they’d deny my birth

Is what I contemplate, a monumental blunder

Has my love for old her fallen away, gone cold?

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Written By Phil Golding

An exciting show that blends poetry with music and explores the raw pools of emotion that well up inside us all surfacing in a colourful blend of shades, connecting the passion, sensation and sentiment spilling forth from life’s pot of gold.

I am putting together a small team of poetry performers, singers and musicians to bring life this one hour spectacular Emotion...

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I hate what I am doing to you,

trying to get you to hate me.

A map continues to elude my grasp,

bringing us to the same yearned for moment in time.

What I am going to say, rips my still beating heart from my chest.

All air is driven from my lungs, through my lips, as they part, saying,

“You should leave me, find another!”

I feel so depressed and low saying that,

knowing my thoughts ha...

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Fabricated canopies; no soul; serve to oppress

Communities of one; Lowery shapes; shuffle streets

Congestion of souls; IGNORED; nobody will bless

Creating walls of silence; barriers; isolation completes

Its silence no words; no words; a total brick wall

All our son’s and daughters; shot down; just die

Sit them on the wall; BOOM; you watch ‘em fall

They’re   broken eggshells; W...

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Life is like seeing you, the sweetest blossom

Your delicate scent wafting to me on an early summer breeze

I reach out to grasp your stem like waist

To draw you close that I may feast upon your lips

What cruel life is this that we are forced to live apart

My eyes trace your womanly body

My mind senses your slender arms about me

A love only the sweetest blossom that could bring me lif...

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Brief, brief memories engraved me

Transitory are memories engraved in me

Fruit for thought must recall this

Brief, brief memories engraved me

Written note to help remember this

Brief, brief memories engraved me

One thought, one note

Some stay, some don’t

Memories fall over the abyss

Like forgetting small childhood dreams

Brief, brief memories engraved me

Tossed lightly in ...

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I went to London to visit the Queen

She  was in a bohemian in rhapsody

I went to see the trooping of the colour

I was disappointed; it was in black and white

Took a trip to Madame Tussauds

Found two women with foils

Experience the London Eye; I thought a must, closed

There was a notice, said ‘Gone to Spec-savers’

I went to see Nelson’s Column

Talk about getting an inferiority complex

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I snuggle in my mum’s bed

Soft sweet scented quilt

Fluffy pillow for my head

Every night this is where I lie to dream

Every night this is where I dream I’ll lie

My dad sits quietly telling tails

Of scary pirates and treasure

With their bounty they set sail

Every night this is where I lie to dream

Every night this is where I dream I’ll lie

Dad sneaks out, thinks I’m asleep

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Noah and his wife were having a bit of a check

Of what was living on top and below the Arc’s deck

He counted the birds at the start of the day

He ran out fingers and toes, then lost his way

“It’s no good”, said Mrs Noah, “we will have to see Jack”

“True”, he said, “he’s got room in his house and outback”

So he parked the Arc outside the front of Jacks house

Dropped off a camel, six...

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Cross the crimson tide

That snakes, dividing the vale divide

With stories I was plied of hero’s who’d death defied

How they’d crossed the crimson tide,

They lied

Deep inside I’d tried

Failed to reach the other side

My demise can’t be denied

Body tossed by crimson tide

Cascading down the vale divide

Like a child’s toy down playground slide

I cried out in great pain, inside burst ...

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Then life itself thundered past my guard

Conveyed on thorough bred stallion

Making random runs, crisscrossing

On my delicately woven colour rich tapestry

A lovingly created patchwork quilt, my persona

Great swathes of aubergine secrets and tangerine dreams

Haphazardly trampled under unrelenting hooves

Spilling into a polluted cloud of dust

Swirls of turbulence grind nurtured i...

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Is ‘Identity’ something you have in a cup,

with milk and two sugars?

Is ‘Identity’ the result of a collision,

with an alien life forms spaceship?

Is ‘Identity’ related to an

Egyptian Pharaoh’s Queen?

Which one is true, ‘It’s over to you’

 © Phil Golding 07/08

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Is true identity just a mythological dream?

A construction found in a thought stream

Uttered to show degrees of conformity

In a world that demands degrees of normality

Where attempts to root identity only serve to derange

When our society is fluid, a kaleidoscope of change

Is identity buried at the heart, within the inner child?

Described somewhere on some document misfiled

Person...

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Dusk sails the air currents

Carried like a god up by the evening tide

Aboard the ship ‘Night Herald’

Sailors ladle out buckets of stars

Lighting the way for the creatures of the night

Just enough so they can see their prey

A mouse scurries, then squeaks his last

The Owl flies happily away

The air is damp

The residue of rain glistens in the ambient light

Snails lift their mobile ...

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A songbird sings a sweet melodic song

To seduce the heart of this lady fair at dawn

He dances around from branch to branch

His colourful plumage on his broad chest dazzles in morning rays

A rainbow, magnified by drizzling dew

I gaze at their fledgling love high in the tree tops through binoculars

There aerial ballet, will it lead to love?

This courtship raised sweet memories

My ...

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Council for the prosecution, your opening statement please

My Lord,

Members of the jury

My name is Red, Red Wood

I address the court on behalf of long line of Family Trees

I intend to demonstrate that mankind, down his lineage, has

Butchered and murdered millions of my fellow trees

Special branch twigged after a Bonsai witness report

A young tree by the name of Master S.A Pling

Lat...

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Putting poison in our veins; blood red track from heroin train

Supplier anchors hooks; another fish; yet another coffin to plain!

Needle falls; blood seeps; victim falls back; blood spill; like weed it creeps

Arm infected red weed claims another; contamination heeds no sleeps

Red weed feeds at our roots; doesn’t care about our culture; bloods red!

More guns; knives;...

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Capitalism needs its worker bees

To sucker upon each teat

They scurry and swarm, devour targets

Laden by spurious bounty, return to queen

Check, mate thy mega reward

Still a pawn you descend deep beneath capital

To the compost heap tunnelled by worm like trains

Carrying the slaves to free enterprise

Workers that provide the nutrients

Still you strive to clime the greasy pole

To be pa...

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The Poetry Society

Are you interested in becoming part of a new exciting venture happening in Manchester?

John Haines, prospective rep, from the Poetry Society is gathering names of new and established poets for this new and exciting venture being brought to Manchester. Meetings will be held once a month at a venue to be announced. Get in at ground level. Make a posotive vibrant 'New Manchester...

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A delicate velvet white drape

Reaches across the wooded glade

With each breath taken by me

A slither of curtain evaporates into dawns light

Spotlights highlight the bluebells

There shape remind me of wedding bells

Rich colours on natures blanket are revealed

Yellow dappled sunshine breaches the canopy

It is like nature being reborn each day

Long ears protrude from behind a gnarled ro...

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Cold shards of ice pierced

The very centre of my heart

The way you spoke to me

Every word just tore me apart

Blackened flames envelope me

Shot from your callous blue soul

I’m burnt me to a crisp

My feelings tumble out of control

That love you had given me

It was born in the wings of a dove

You’ve shot it from the skies

Blood-red rain drops fall from above

I gave you my heart, my v...

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Whose brick through our front window breaks?

Sending shards from the north and east

I arise to retrieve the note wrapped around by mindless goon

My family are sick with worry getting nought but grief

The drugs scene has invaded since we discovered the weed

Not a situation that can be for any a degree of envy

This vessel that destroys the family soul, no face in envy green

But as a ...

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My life is confined by Parkinson’s chains

A condition that holds nothing but disdains

What actual scope for movement gains?

Somewhere inner me complains

Is there a future that ascertains?

Over a landscape of uneven plains

Carried forward inside rickety old trains

Outside views, obscured by torrential rains

My mind can’t picture the way, confusion reigns

Scrambled tableaus cause nothi...

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“Life begins at 40”

Read it on a gift card

Said it could be naughty

So I tried very hard

My job was driving me nuts

Wanted control of my steering wheel

Went for a foundation degree

Needed to set my wings free

Without the aid of red bull

Did all my study after my tea

Swan Vesta matches pierced my eye lids

Felt like I’d signed up for 3 degrees

Those precious moments

I hope I don’...

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Choicest cuts in the life I had, gone

Choices that I thought were mine

Choices faded into the depressive mists of time

Choices wrenched from weakening grip

Choices in my ability to something, like speech issues, frustrate

Choices in being who I wanted to be, seem blocked

Choices, in summing up for me, are now history

Parkinson’s wasn’t my choice?

Losing my sense of smell wasn’t ...

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With one side a sprawling urban metropolis polluting the views

Creeping over the earth’s surface like a cancerous growth

On the other side lay an industrial waterway, an actuary of black blood

This tear on the landscape, carved by industrialist’s brandishing a dagger

Metal skeletons with arms carrying huge cables, veins of power

They are comic book hero’s lifting the twenty-first cen...

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Everyone is trying to get by in what’s called ‘Societies Norm’

Looking for a sign or signal to help us along and conform

We all need markers to act as a series of signposts and guidelines

Humans need there a framework and rules to minimise co...

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Men only groups

Damned to a sexist era

‘Bi-gone age’, women rage

Kill the dinosaur institutions

Groups of men muttering

Masonic words a stuttering

Men only groups

Old workingmen’s clubs

Piss up in glorified pubs

Slagging off their women

Sad gits ogling at women’s outfits

Institutions from out of the arc

Trying to cop off in the park

Men only groups

Even the church isn’t...

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To my old fashioned heart you have been true

My heart swells with the love I receive from you
It distresses me that I have not been able to find

The money to carry your sweet touch, gentle and kind

I want so much our bodies to entwine in ecstasy

Then gather our breath, beads of sweat, you lying next to me 

I do not run from you out of choice, I want you my Jess

How I want to hear vo...

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In days of ye oldie England when noble-men at the time sat of Arthur’s Round Table

There was many a brave Sir Knights with their noble deeds, which were not fable

Many an adversary was forced to concede by these nobles as they rode a steed

They were race men apart, of sorts that assumed stature, a very rare breed indeed

Snapping back to reality was one heck of a jolt, car in front h...

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Like a wizened old man's finger my water does bend

I feel hidden; surrounded but buildings and trees

I may be murky; a vision of muddied water 

But I was once business life’s blood, an aorta

Sometimes I feel ignored by you in a changing world

My skin, occasionally massaged by gentle breeze

Then outrageous joy as a canal boat ploughs up my spine

I may be old and dreamy; in my forgot...

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My family have finally fallen to sleep

I hear the gentle snoring and sleep chatter

Waiting for me on the end of my bed sits sleep

I turn my head to look at my wife and smile

Reclined, my eye lids heavily open and shut  

Thought stones skim the ripples of conscious mind

Dropping off words and phrases along its path

Damsel flies skip on the waters surface

Each collects a letter, w...

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The Sun was getting tired

Spent all day keeping all warm

She through on last ray

Hit me right in the eye she did

“Your shift”, she said.

Pulled me from behind the cloud, she did

So I shouted at the Herald to wake up the stars

Drag in the darkest blanket

Me! Sun had been lazy; so I had to push day out.

Got me right flushed it did; my face went all creamy.

“Oi! you “ I shouted at a kid in...

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When my brain of mine started to malfunction

The doctors found a label for my chemical soup

Parkinson’s it read, which initially didn’t dawn

It’s not just me who has unjustly been afflicted

Sometimes when I am alone with my thoughts

They wander from the man I was to him I’m going to be

Waves of sadness envelope me, overcome senses

I sob uncontrollably into a dark place devoid of...

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Sitting quietly on a deck chair; waves gently kissing the sandy shore;

The sun warms me; breaking down the sun block, I read a ‘Daily Bore’.

Children screaming in wild excitement; seller wandering plying soft drinks

All of the above words now bathe your mind, fond memories me thinks!

Millions of minute details filed in your mega-bite memory bank, on snooze

The system waiting for ‘hea...

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I may not be able to hear as well as you

but how many of you actually try and listen

I may not be able to see as well as you

but how many of you actually use that vision

I may not be able to be as steady on my feet as you

but how many of you get drunk, stagger home and or drive

I may not have the same physical strength as you

but how many of you actually use their strengths

I may ...

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