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Table of Contents

Scumper Alive Jen Barrett
The Spade Zee
Untitled Ian Snell
Crazy Mouse Snuffy Storey
Wet D.J.Maloney
Beautiful Eyes Morgan
Bricket Wood Blues Mark Lee Riley
Progression Jarrod Robinson
Prisoner Of The Cupboard Anges Spew
Adam (a haiku) Ben Blaine
Mr Kents Porn Collection Mark Lee Riley
Where Does The Universe End? Mark Lee Riley
The Bank Holiday Mark Lee Riley
UFO's Only Take The Insane Mark Lee Riley
?Re-Tort! Nick St.Clare
The Inheiratence Lanaia Lee
The Soothsayer Lanaia Lee
This House Possessed Lanaia Lee
Her Purgatory Lanaia Lee
Poem About A Man Who's Girlfriend Wanted Him To Get A "Normal" Job Nick St.Clare
"Poem" Nick St.Clare
Haiku Jeff Harvey
Twin Souls Tracey Day

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Twin Souls
by Tracey Day

She was carried away by the ebb & flow
of an indigo ocean deep
to a promised place she would find
where rainbow colours never end
And two doves entwined
in love, their wings
did capture his soul in flight
& led his aching heart,, it seemed
to this mystical silent night

A Rapture they experienced there
beyond their finest dreams
their souls together embraced this bliss
as they became the Great Unseen

Then Destiny appeared in all her splendor
to make known this special place
would always be their treasure found
within a moments breath
be forever bound
unto this perfect gift of Grace

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HAIKU
by Jeff Harvey

What's a syllable?
I think I need to know that,
To write one of these.

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Poem About A Man Who's Girlfriend Wanted Him To Get A "Normal" Job
by Nick St.Clare

YOU'RE RETARDED!
SAID THE LEMMING TO HER MATE;

WHO WAS WONDERING,
"AM I LOST, TO HESITATE;

BEFORE EMBARKING ON A PATH
WHICH MUST LEAD MY SOUL
TO THE ADULT

- ERATED

STATE

- OF MIND?"

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"Poem"
By Nick St.Clare

THE ANSWER TO OUR PROBLEMS IS NOT
IN COLOUR, CREED , OR GENDER;

IT'S ALL INSIDE OUR MINDS,
AND IN WHAT OUR THOUGHTS ENGENDER...

IF WE THINK WE CAN,
THEN, PERHAPS WE MAY,
GET OUR THOUGHTS PUT ON THE TABLE,

BUT, IF WE THINK WE CAN'T,
THEN FOR SURE WE WON'T,
AND KNOW THAT BY THAT THOUGHT WE ARE DISABLED!

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THIS HOUSE POSSESSED
By Lanaia Lee

Living alone I sometimes feel uneasy
About unusual things I hear and see
Sometimes so afraid I feel queasy
Especially the things I witness and see.

This old weather beaten wood frame house
Holds all kind of emotions within it's walls
Sometimes in this place I feel as timid as a mouse
I even hear voices sometimes call.

Cold and damp the stagnate air feels
As I am witness to unspeakable things
It's as if this old house posses a will
To hold on to evil diabolical things.

It's like all the energy to be generated here is bad
I feel the evil as it tries to consume my very soul
This ghastly place will eventually drive me mad
Seeming this the house's primary goal.

Some way some how I have to leave this place
Before its goal is achieved
For me to see insanity's face
I must get away and leave.

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Her Purgatory
By Lanaia Lee

She instinctively walks the fields
Going back to the place they first met
Her current situation was not willed
Walking through death's infinite net.

Unhappily she mourns her loss
Of a love that was so steady and strong
She is amazed she had to pay such a high cost
Amazed at how tightly she clings.

To a life to which she can never return
But all the love she felt there
Never to go back this much she has learned
Sometimes it seems almost impossible for her to bear.

When you pass no pain are you supposed to feel
But eternal love will always survive
But she can't climb over death's immense hill
How much she wishes she was still alive.

Longing and wishing for something she can no longer possess
Wondering if being without you is her hell
Always pursuing the same unending quest
Day after day without you in death's unending veil.

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The Inheiratence
By Lanaia Lee

I remember the doom and gloom as it seemed to surround the old house
An uncle I hardly knew I remember from childhood
Hardly knowing you, I guess I should feel like a louse
Calling me to your death bed out of respect I come si should.

Y ou said you had something for me you needed to pass on
For the only surveying family member, me
I feel strange gazing down on the man I hardly knew
Looking up at me you gasp "One are we"

After he grabbed my hand our touching skin
Feeling like a thousand volts going into my body
I feel the evil going into my body from hell's rim
This thing being passed to me is ungodly.

You passed me the power of demons
It's like I can see them dancing around me
Are you a warlock, possibly Lucifer's son?
With the power you give me a witch I guess I shall be.

A life of inflicting pain and harm to others
This is the legacy you have given me
It's as if you had been Lucifer's brother
A bride of the devil I shall now be.

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The Soothsayer
By Lanaia Lee

In these days and times careful I have to be
Not to show any emotion in what I see
Stirring my cauldron at night so others can not see
How this evil lustful world turns out to be.

A reputable man I am so some people won't believe
At night from the cauldron the future opens to me
Seeing the future the evil man will unleash
Like the antichrists, there were three.

The things I could testify to
I must write of what I see in coltranes
Understanding this there would be very few
Most people would think I'm insane.

Hoping what I see is not carved in stone
Wishing mankind to change their ways not seeing what I see
Seeing all these things I pretty much stay alone
Hoping my visions are not meant to be.

I must tell the world and let them know
The fate of mankind can be changed like the wind that gusts
Hoping man doesn't have to reap what he sews
Say I Michel de Nostrdamus.

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? Re-Tort !
By Nick St.Clare

Friends, humans, countryfolk,
Lend us your ears;
We come to change our Government,
Not to praise it;
To disempower the shirking element
Who on their backsides sit,
While gathering our taxes
Who say they're doing their bit.
Our Environment was heaven-sent,
Did you see where it went?
It must be bent, It must be negligent
On the part of the Government
To authorise so much harm
To this world which has such charm!
So while the Government continues
To fail to provide the resources we need
To prevent this suicide,
We'll pay no more tax-revenue
To continue down this avenue
Of destruction and disaster
They're our servants,
We're their masters!
It's illegal to pay a servant
To commit a negligent act.
The Government are civil servants;
We, their masters pay them
That's where it's at!
So it's illegal to pay a tax
To this Government that's lax
In it's duty of care
For the Environment we all must share!
Because the common-law says
You must be careful in your ways
Not to injure your neighbour:
A clean Environment we need
To sow our daily seed,
And a World without health
Is a World without wealth!
You Law Lords in our House of Lords
Must force negligent companies
To cease their pollution immediately
And to use the confiscated property
For the benefit of our Ecology!
Yes, the collectors of tax
Have been getting very lax
Upon the peoples' backs,
Can you see the cracks
In the makeup!
If this country went to war
Of resources we'd want no more,
Yet the sickness from pollution
Needs a grand solution,
Resources at least as great
To save us from this fate!
So we will pay no more tax
Until the Government acts
To facilitate the Nation's
Environment salvation
Only true respect for Creation
Will save us from damnation!
So now that we may use
The resources we need to choose
To redress the balance between
The order and the Chaos that we've seen-

Before Earth's Spirit's all burned,
Her gifts gratuitously spurned
We'll take the lessons we have learned
And create the World for which we've yearned.
If you can call yourself a blade,
Then live for Mother Nature's glade;
Trees infused with Sunlight-
Useless fears from peers take flight!

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Ufo's only take the insane
By Mark Lee Riley
From colorama to pannavision
All looks the same on my television
And the girl with the hepburn cheekbones
Sighs and waits for the mailman....while 200 light years away Arthur
Negus calls our bluff in a BBC2 tea breaked powder puff
And don't forget the jammy dodgers and the milk in last .....and the
Tannine stained lady di teacup...my favourite for countdown...and a Whiteley fix
And the world will end in 6 billion years...maybe later with repeats....
Just complete the conundrum and live the humdrum ..life in the working
Class lane...and the ufo's only take the insane

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the bank holiday
By Mark Lee Riley

Wet n windy smell of greased up chips n imported fish

Old ladies rummaging through the endless tat and bingo boards

And Everythings a pound with bread n butter and mugs of brown tea

While the waves keep on crashing like theyve always done before.

Well lubricated landladies serve up working class favourites

On china blue with fingerprinted forks and uri gellered knives

And get your fortune told by Mrs Lee and ride the dodgems dangerously

While the waves keep on crashing like theyve always done before

Get your photo taken with Morecambes finest who pissed off

Never to come back

And fall in love with the candy floss girl with gappy teeth and sticky hair

You say youll write but you just dont care

The holidays over till same time next year

While the waves keep on crashing like theyve always done before.

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where does the universe end?
by Mark Lee Riley

sometimes I lye at night thinking

in my sea of blue floating

away to the end where the

music started with choirs and angels

and atoms parted.oh infinity how do

we comprehend thee?

and when I wake in slumbered morning

to tired to remember dreams of longing

I start the way life comes to me - wash dress kiss

love work sing and I remember where the dark

nights first started .

child alone adrift infinty

how do I comprehend thee?

but he was young and dreamt of

the end of the universe and he wanted to drift to drift away drift away

onto the other side onto the other side

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Mr kents porn collection
by Mark Lee Riley

Some say he's a dirty ol man

In a rain coat with greasy hair n hands

Who's the bogey man under you bed at

Night who paints your room in speckeled pooh

And needs the pills and suction machines

To give a boost to his hoody man on

A dirty sheeted eve

Oh mr kent please take them all way

You can save them for a pornographic day

Should we tell his wife or is she a doll

Pass them to the agents of gloom and

And listen to the bell that tolls

And leads him on to the pit

The bottomless dark as the north pit where

The 0891..s swing away till the end of time

Oh mr kent please take em all away

You can save them for a pornographic day

And he pays his taxes for free sex on the nhs

Hes a durty ol man

Hes a dirty ol man

Repeat presciption till end

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Adam (a haiku)
by Benjamin Blaine

He has cut off the top of his finger.

He wants to breed snakes.

Stopped smoking again.

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bricket wood blues
by Mark Lee Riley

there's a tunnel flash of grey

whip snapping along the way

naked bodies wobbling in sun

sneak peeps through the evergreens

theres a meaning of life in the bricket wood life

it's true there's a god ..he works in the little c

there's an aviary with feathers flying everywhere

taming the beast inside the devil june care

they don't sacrifice just wisely invest

their dreams in the information alchemy

there's a meaning of life in the bricket wood life

it's true there's a god..he works IN THE little c..

watch out for the mad march salesman

vectrard and lectured and looking for that special woman

to tie him up and feed him fruit of the loin

singing to him the virtual reality blues

and losing the lazy lie ins he used to have

all gone in a tunnel flash of grey

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Prisoner of the Cupboard
By Agnes Spew

Umbala! Umbala!

Umbala, they say

In the markets of Rangoon

On a bright summer's day

Schumbaddi! Schumbaddi!

I hear them cry

In the dusty backstreets,

Of fabled Dubai.

ZingZang-diggety-dang!

They might say

In the Japanese quarter

Of old Bombay

But they live only in my head

Footsteps on the stairs, as they go to bed

In the darkness, I lie still

Prisoner of the cupboard

This dead rat my only thrill

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"Progression"
By Jarrod Robinson

I wish I could help you see,

Just how much you mean to me.

You mean the earth you really do,

I hope one day, to win your heart,

For now, I'll tell you, I love you,

I know no better place to start.

Oh love of mine, I know life gets tough,

and effects occur for every cause,

but love can conquer all this rough,

and release the damned and endless pause.

Forgive yourself of what you cannot tell,

I wish you happiness, I wish you well.

I would love you for my wife, of this I've made no secret.

But in consideration, of any future regret:

I want you happy through and through,

and wish of nothing that would see you blue.

I will forgive you, of even your darkest sin,

You can bet I've thought of it, I think of everything.

I still feel like that stable boy, in majestic awe of you princess.

I guess the part time toy, and entire secrecy compounds this.

At first the secrecy excited me,

then that progressed, frustrated me,

and now?

And now I know, it keeps you free.

I wish no more, to capture this from you,

I have grown older, wiser, enough to see.

One of many reasons, I love you,

is that air, that fire, that spirit free?

I would like to go back to open, direct, communication,

twas after all, what our relationship was based upon.

Moreover, I will leave you with your freedom

A trapped Canary sings not her song.

The best of lives I wish for you,

at my expense, is of no cost

Because, quite frankly, without you, lost...

I would give my life for you,

just ask and kiss me, for sure I'll do.

Be it death or not, I will valiant arise,

and meet, wide eyed, my fated demise.

This ends my poem,

I hope it goes to help you see,

that of this day today, and past times too,

I see a little more, than you think I do.

Please love me...

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"Beautiful Eyes"
By Morgan

If only she knew me.

She would love me.

She was dressed in black and so was I.

That's how it goes at a funeral.

I hope someone dies again soon.

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Wet.
By D.J. Maloney

Distract the in-glands now,

Our being lays raw as meat,

Arch-natality hers as his,

Ancient ice flow released.

Bathe in intuition moon,

In red. One face of battle,

Having climbed upon and past,

The tide's oppression never seen.

Joy in chains,

Heart-cide,

Lower tied,

Enternally defeated.

Theft of one-ness,

Rhythm harassed,

Liquid Galaxy,

See, flow.

Dis-harmonised all,

Arch around the true,

What horde came roaring.

Sea de-brined. Eng-loved.

Art is ill, one poor sand

Is this earthen city.

Unknown power, ink is terminal.

Elect past evils,

As thinkism pulls - dissent.

Warn entirity, spike the fire red,

And rest beneath backswift.

From the deep,

A wet deer, tied, a rose.

We chose to suffer.

David Maloney works with Sort of...Films

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Crazy mouse.
By Snuffy Storey.

Crazy mouse, Oh crazy mouse

thy lips are oh so scary

Crazy mouse, Oh crazy mose

thy chest is oh so hairy.

Crazy but not very adventurous

Mouse but not very masculineus

Oh creature thy title does despair theee.

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Untitled
by Ian Snell

Search the hole of reason,

And find fantastic cream beauty,

And you my child will live forever.

Travail all degrees,

Spin pious to all mankind,

And you my friend will live forever.

In speech and art,

Control the wildest elan,

And you my love will live forever.

Capitulate without truncate,

Sweet taste of summits attained,

And you my father will live forever.

God breathe my lung accross oceans,

Spine death meanders,

And you my mother will live forever.

Take serpent tongue,

Kill serpent blood,

And you my brother will live forever,

Sleep in night,

Across permanent eyes,

And you my people will die today.

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SCRUMPER ALIVE
By Jen Barrett

At driveway end an embryo

Twin orbs of hazel green

They gaze perpetually

with my scrumper alive; too gracious

I can hardly wait

life that is life

erodes me so

I weep

The power does exist

somewhere, somehow,

swirling around the room

like a shotgun cartridge,

Full force of a thousand soundless screams.

a bitter salt interpretation

tasteless, full

corresponding my action

leave suspended above what has once been.

A sudden purity cut thin,

anchoring a half full cup

as if.....forever

wasteful time

and days go long

until my brightened eyes blooms

will my spiral unwind.......

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The Spade
By Zeeshan Ahmad (2001)

Tardis Files

Sparks in stereo

splinter hits the flesh

no more sun no more

in rain my solis shines

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