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Pizza Bum$ Here come the Americans Here come the victors Here comes the military With their fast food restaurants Here come the brutish troops Colonial history freedom fighters Where once were vegetable gardens Now poppies fill the fields Golden arches climb ever higher Best intentions pave the road to hell Pharmaceuticals and satellite screens Building

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This Little Grain of Rice This little grain of rice Matured through time Could nurture a generation Feed the world This little grain of rice Moist with healthy yearning Cultivates injured landscapes Spread across the earth by diffusion Is welcome saviour to huddled masses This little grain of rice Buys guns and ammunition Loads weapons with fuller bellies Keeps troops

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Ghost Ship She lives daily among the spirits of the past  Crews boats along coasts of far forgotten islands Pulls sails wide for strangers embarking on my dreams The skeletons in her closet rattle memories Old bones of dear departed assemble sculptures Survey ghostly shadows as flesh and blood build dams Playing a shanty tune on deserted decks for rum

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Well-Endowed   I command my bodyand offer flesh for truthI control thought in my mindbelief is faith by honest proofmy soul can never be freely givenas like art this modest cherry tattooexists as memory of reasons for livingbecause my heart I forever endow to you *     *     *

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Two Pianos  Two pianos sit idle in the corner of the roomSilent complements to gathering dustMelodies once played by nimble fingersRefrain commencing but for this mournful tune Sunlight ripples across tarnished ebony veneerWire and winch bent and sprung so loose Chipped ivory now appendages touch woodSounds of compositions none will ever more hear Baby dreamt of one fine day to be fully grand

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I Remember .. You SadnessHappinessLaughing aloneWishing I were homeTender midnight caressesDiesel fumes in Glasgow rainThat hollow chime of distant bellsRough grain of recently inked newsprintA shadow crossing the path of two strangersHis warm hand clasping mine in genuine friendshipThe rustle of dry leaves through a dense undergrowthSpray of crashing waves along a secluded palm lined beach

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February  A leaf of parchmentScribbled with oathsWords of worthless integrityBlew from softened handsA single doveFluttered carelesslyFrom the weakened gripOf a chastened brideFlewAbove the circling crowdLost itself amongst the shadowsOf gathering storm cloudsA hopeful kiteOf dramatic fragility   Caught a cruel windLoosened strings Freed old forget-me knotsStrew what memories remainedAcross an

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Broken English Hola merci elbette como estas the bag on my shoulder is still aquí Marching to the beat of thirty thousand shoeless feetMy back is scorched the wind blowing as seasonal treat Sucking lemons I tramp that beach to seek out local meatHungry as a beggar I wander aimlessly down a narrow street Buenos dias s'il vous plaît ama truly dear seni değil biliyorum keen Approaching a nearby

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Grape Leaves Though it was twenty odd years ago still indecent Memories of childhood the devil destroyed The reason anger will never be buried A scar runs deep through my soul Everything and nothing has happened since then Lost innocence the young lovers enjoyed Along with hope dreams and promise Here till my dead heart turns cold Loneliness invited itself in Time stopped being my friend

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I Wanna Be George Clooney I don’t want to sell flowers on the street I don’t wanna wear old saffron robes Put plastic sandals on my feet I don’t wanna sing songs under a tree I don’t wanna be a spiritual Moonie I wanna be George Clooney I don’t wanna play football on a local team I don’t want dry sand kicked in my face Hope for a small town dream I don’t wanna live in a tent by the sea I don’t

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Big Brown Eyes Those big brown eyes Those Persian eyes Those big cat eyes Glowing at me Between her thighsThe Persian criesFrom big brown eyesThose glowing cat eyesIn the darkWhere she liesThose big brown eyesSmile at meFrom unsealed lipsThe stutter of criesTongue to the milkLicks at silkFrom in betweenThose creamy thighsThe shuttered eyesThose Persian eyesThose dark cat eyesGlow at meBetween

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Cherry Blossom Our love is as the cherry tree Whose flowers blossom a single day A morning zephyr, tender Casts the fragile petals loose to earth Dust; their memory fades away *     *     *

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Endless Love A life without love .. Is a poet without wordsA poet without words .. Is a body without spiritA body without spirit .. Is a day without lightA day without light .. Is a flower without colourA flower without colour .. Is a poem without verseA poem without verse .. Is a rhyme without rhythmA rhyme without rhythm .. Is a phrase without pulseA phrase without pulse .. Is a text without

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Battle Cries Tonight The Crusaders marched from Rome To build castles on the sand Armies of messiahs Draw the ancient bloodline of Abraham Jesuits Zionists Sanhedrin and Ottoman Across the dusty temple of far off Jerusalem Not too far from where the weapons are made Every franchise of faith proclaims its own brand From back in those days when the trenches stank Now a fading

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A Bouquet of Thoughts Other flowers know to cling tighter to higher roses bound as one It’s thorns make steps to climb toward the brightness of the sun You bear the mark of protective thorns If envious to capture for yourself alone That sweetest flower we name the rose The rose and the trellis cross are one in a heavenly sweet temptation Unified in spirit they grow together as

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Dark Sun I alone Promised you The sun would shine Every day For us It did But You turned your back You walked away Keep your rain Your heartache Your betrayal Your pain Now At last I feel free The sun does shine Every day For me Alone *     *     * Sunny Blues When at first I received the dreadful news I thought the occasion I myself would

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My Iranian Bride Where are you now my Iranian bride? Your caramel complexion toughened by time Moonlight smiled on dreams and cast you from the garden Provided hope and work as harsh as the fruitless desert summers Where are you now my Iranian bride? Your almond eyes painted with ochre and olive The roots of happiness buried deep within our memories Those long flowing garments a wedding gown

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Shorter Days High on Sundance Mountain: above the tree line, into tundra, glacial; looking out across the Mummy Range watched by raven eyes translucent, purple, passive. Under mushroom capped boulders, I dreamt of hunting and gathering. Eagle feathers, teeth, bones, wampum shell pearl glint off cue ball smooth pebble sacred; ancient scarred land ocean breeze history of sundown states, sets

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A poetic composite of snapshot episodes exploring my discovery of and harsh entry into another side of life. As this piece, written in West Scottish dialect explains, I was an innocent and naive child encountering a depressingly dreary existence only a short bus ride away from the massive lawns, swimming pools and towering castles of my pre-teen years. Although I had made earlier less successful

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Memory Man (memories of migration) Travelling here Arriving there An airport the docks Or train station Driving in circles to A new destination The market square Distribution dissemination Amalgamation of the human population Economic rivalry A political survival to be free Dig up the old roots Plant a fresh seed Memories of love And all the things that we gain Memories of heartache Those

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She Left Me She left me In a howling wind By a steaming train On a misty morning Alone Beside the rusting rails In the damp drizzle Of the Derby dales   The destination list In my hand Telling me Every departure Is heading Due south Out of town And I’m standing Under an overhang In a shadow Eyeing the snapshot Memory Of forgotten promises Reminding me Of dharma bums And Hobo

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A couple years ago I was invited (after several auditions, interviews and a ten year hiatus from performing) to write and perform a piece of poetry to commemorate the bi-centenary of the abolition of the slave trade in Britain .. The ‘Freedom Showcase’ was presented at the Phoenix Arts Centre in Leicester. Ten ‘emerging poets’, two mentors, a director, a video editor and a composer, and a

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