Stevie 1902 to 1971
Miss Smith, Oh Miss Smith, Whom did you share your life with? I hear no men, nor grateful lovers Slept nightly warmed between cotton...
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Peter Eater
There was once a young lad called Peter He was such a fickle food eater He'd never eat beans No meat, fat or lean Just ice cream or...
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Little Church Tealights
Church candle lit, to My late mother's memory, “You’re ne’er forgotten”
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If you can't play the game, break the bat
When all good sense is lost, Your world has fallen through. You've no idea where you've been. Or even where you're going to You just...
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Eulogy to John B, Laureate
Nineteen eighty-four, You black-hearted year That such as he should die at your behest, This dream filled gentle person Should leave our...
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Lest We Forget
Form a queue boys, form a queue, Stand still in line boys, stand still in line, It's coming to you boys, it's coming to you, One at a...
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And God Spake Unto the Snake
Whisper silently my own, my snake, Move cautiously for your father's sake, When you judge the time as right Then draw your fangs, and...
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Doubt
Why do heroes die so quietly? When cowards scream and shout? Why do believers seem so assured? When I'm in so much doubt?
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Second Crucifixion Postpone, Indefinitely
A concerned face turns out from the shadows, Looks onto a desolate scene, Confused by men's absence of emotion, Senselessly shuffling as...
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There was once a man from Lancaster,
There was once a man from Lancaster, Lived his life so quick he'd run past yer, One day, out of luck He was hit by a truck, Quickly gone...
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Tiny Man
Tiny Man, please waken up, Don't drink one sip from the sleepers cup, Rise from this slumber, inhale a deep breath, Shake off those...
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Bitter, twisted little man
Bitter, twisted little man Arraign the world for all you can. Gaze with squinting eyes of black Belittle all, then turn your back, Spit...
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Fields of Poppies
Let's hold each other's hands, And in silence, stand Where the fields of poppies grow, Let us remember them Our brave young men Buried...
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A late summer afternoon stroll. John Clare inspired
The byway, like an arrow, shoots the fallow field, Hugging the hedgerow, I head for the Hawthorn tree Climbing the style steps, I stop...
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