Ballad of Ada Lovelace (December 1815 to November 1852
"Oh! What an implement of torture," "Have I acquired in you? " These first words, spoken at your birth, you would never have heard....
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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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Shopping
I hate weekly food shopping I feel sometimes like topping myself, I’d enjoy hopping around on one leg for a week, or lopping my legs off...
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Life, a Mountebank?
I turned the other cheek again. I turned the other cheek, and then, A man stepped up and slapped my face. I turned and walked away again,...
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Little dreamer.
Little dreamer. To dream alone is to travel blindly, To dream is your desire and hope, Hope that what you have will improve, To dream is...
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Debt Owed and Paid
Black-hearted they, black shone their eyes. Their last resting place, below ground, lies, Tabloids surmise their last intake of breath:...
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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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Peterborough City
The worst place to reside? So the tabloid listings say, I do though, so agree, It's quite unpleasant, And hostile to happy smiles
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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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Each Morning
Each Spring and each Summer morning Whilst watching the new day dawning, I marvel at the splendid sight in flight. Martins, Swallows and...
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She's Gone Song
Please don't go, yet I knew that if you stayed we'd only fight. I thought it true, that given time, Our love would see us right. How...
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There's been an accident on the M1
Red in front, white behind, A repeating orange, Flying forward from the rear, A blur of dashing blue, Reds becoming brighter. Another...
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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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