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[cal]

What was our original poets corner has now been aptly renamed, and I will start a new one, but this is still ace to look back on. Think I will use it for somethin else eventually


Ant x

[Fergal]

www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AOOkErXIgg&feature=related

john cooper clarke, as namechecked by Mr Scruff, one of my personal favourite john cooper clarke poems, you wanna also check out beasley street and kung fu international

i know it defeats the object of a poets cornet, posting links to someone elses...but its good stuff like

[samcaron]

John Cooper Clarke is a fucking legend!

Propa punk poet!

personal favourite has to be evidently chicken town... absolutely quality!

the bloody cops are bloody keen
to bloody keep it bloody clean
the bloody chief's a bloody swine
who bloody draws a bloody line
at bloody fun and bloody games
the bloody kids he bloody blames
are nowhere to be bloody found
anywhere in chicken town

the bloody scene is bloody sad
the bloody news is bloody bad
the bloody weed is bloody turf
the bloody speed is bloody surf
the bloody folks are bloody daft
don't make me bloody laugh
it bloody hurts to look around
everywhere in chicken town
the bloody train is bloody late
you bloody wait you bloody wait
you're bloody lost and bloody found
stuck in f**king chicken town

the bloody view is bloody vile
for bloody miles and bloody miles
the bloody babies bloody cry
the bloody flowers bloody die
the bloody food is bloody muck
the bloody drains are bloody f**ked
the colour scheme is bloody brown
everywhere in chicken town

the bloody pubs are bloody dull
the bloody clubs are bloody full
of bloody girls and bloody guys
with bloody murder in their eyes
a bloody bloke is bloody stabbed
waiting for a bloody cab
you bloody stay at bloody home
the bloody neighbors bloody moan
keep the bloody racket down
this is bloody chicken town

the bloody pies are bloody old
the bloody chips are bloody cold
the bloody beer is bloody flat
the bloody flats have bloody rats
the bloody clocks are bloody wrong
the bloody days are bloody long
it bloody gets you bloody down
evidently chicken town
the bloody train is bloody late
you bloody wait you bloody wait
you're bloody lost and bloody found
stuck in f**king chicken town

[palmermcfc]

cooper clarke immense!

Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
Like a recently disinfected shit-house, you’re clean round the bend.
You give me the horrors
too bad to be true
All of my tomorrow’s
are lousy coz of you.
You put the Shat in Shatter
Put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain

You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag.

You’re like a dose of scabies,
I’ve got you under my skin.
You make life a fairy tale... Grimm!

People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
You’ve got this slippery quality,
it makes me think of phlegm,
and a dual personality
I hate both of them.

Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay.
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
Like a death a birthday party,
you ruin all the fun.
Like a sucked and spat our smartie,
you’re no use to anyone.
Like the shadow of the guillotine
on a dead consumptive’s face.
Speaking as an outsider,
what do you think of the human race

You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
He recommended suicide...
before scratching your bad name off his list,
and pointing the way outside.

You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart.
You’re heading for a breakdown,
better pull yourself apart.

Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
Your attitudes are platitudes,
just make me wanna piss.

What kind of creature bore you
Was is some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you,
but I can...
tw*t.

[apparentlyso]

Sat at a keyboard, preparing to stroke
Playing games with mirrors and smoke
Faceless proceedings, free to be anything
A tap on the mouse and you’re ready to sing

When you’re weaving the web you can be anyone
Create illusions, format second to none
Log on - you’re an astronaut, a singer, a star
You drive a Ferrari, smoke Cuban cigars

You don’t have to claim it, let others assume
The glorious freedom of your chosen chat room
Take a break, step out from your own existence
The internet fame you can easily enhance

The chance to be someone else for a while
Take on their persona, adopt their own style
If someone assumes that you’re them then that’s great
Why not help it along, try to adopt the right trait

And when they ask, ‘oh, is it really you?’
Don’t answer the question, but sneak in the odd clue
Be ambiguous and post something bizarre
Cos on here you’re the man, on here you’re a star

[cal]

tidy

[scruff]

this ones written from King Kongs point of view, you try writing a love song from a big fucking monkeys perspective ;D

UNTAMED HEART

Tribal drums, pounding heartbeat
Fire in your eyes
This must be living hell for you
For me its paradise
Before your ship crashed on my rocks
I was searching for wildnerness
Now I'm curiosity chained to a city life
To say you are beautiful I beat clinched fist on chest,
I dream of your caress
To see the sunrise through the dark, to melt to ice in Central Park
The same way you melt my untamed heart
And though our futures are worlds apart
No man can take the will of my untamed heart

I'll climb the highest point in New York City
And stare down those fighter planes
I can see lonliness in every blast of machine gun fire
Like I felt in every drop of acid rain
Gravity finally takes me
I'm falling, falling, falling for you
Even though that we are now time apart
You still love my untamed heart

[cal]

strange like, good though, cant beat a bit of abstract

[johnnyp]

ROSEMARY - by Johnny Prestwich - a touching sonnet to lost love

Rosemary was my true love
We lived happily ever after
Then one day Sunshine went away
And there was no more laughter

For during a silly argument
I said she was a herb
She promptly left and now I weep
At the sight of spit roast lamb

[philftm]

Erm

[Fergal]

scruff said:

this ones written from King Kongs point of view, you try writing a love song from a big f**k**g monkeys perspective ;D

quality...but is it the peter jackson version or the classic? ;D

[apparentlyso]

It’s PC gone mad
No commonsense
Step up to the bar, misinformation dispensed
Buy me a drink and I’ll put you to rights
Let me tell you of my outraged fights

It’s all ‘their’ fault
Take it from me
I blame it all, everything, on something called PC
They give them this and that and more
You are in the domain of Dave, renowned pub bore

Don’t ask me for figures
Or facts or statistics
They interrupt my flow when I’m going ballistic
I want to rant and I’ll have my say
I get all my data from my mate called Ray

And don’t ask me to expand
That’s not my forte
But I’ve got easy soundbites and the odd cliché
Don’t confuse me with matters that aren’t simply black and white
Don’t complicate things when I’m talking $hite

And when you leave here
Tell all your mates
Of the rumours I’ve passed on, the anger and hate
There’s more where that came from, more spurious stories
Of unemployed and Rolexes, billionaires coming over in lorries

And if they’re not true
I’ll retell them anyway
There’s a certain picture I want to portray
Who cares if I’m wrong or if they’re disputed
If gives me an excuse to feel persecuted

[Fergal]

well said, know too many a person like that these days. they have the odd point that they manipulate to make you think a certain thing but ignore the vast majority of other points which outnumber their point and idea, quick statistics to prove one trivial thing to make it look like everythings going wrong in this world and they are the victim
well said

[cal]

ferg is that you posting them poems or what

[toastedmonkey]

i read a funny quote about poetry the other day, it went something like...

"In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite."