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Still, Still Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011
Gathered around a shop-front,
As if all we need
Is a cover-drive

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Daft as a Brush Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011
When you watched
Your favourite comic actors,
Laughter reverberated like a receding storm.

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Romance Copyright © Thraves Thraveson 2011
Gigi said to Coco
will you please be mine
Coco said to Gigi

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Sleeplessness Copyright © Thraves Thraveson 2011
I'm not surprised you couldn't sleep last night,
what did you think that you were doing?
Running around inside my head, all night

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Exit, Left Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
His face had not been in her mirror
for three months now but still his shadow
dogged the house, appearing at her side

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Outside Waitrose Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
Everyone was standing around fussing this dog
who’d been tied to a bench and abandoned.
Mobile phones were being fingered
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Our Last Day Copyright © Jackie Carreira 2011
In the middle of the wheat
The wind made a noise like gravel down a pipe,
Covering our steps and sounds of distant engines

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the EDL & the girl in the clap clinic - a disturbing metaphor Copyright © Victor Weston 2011
the EDL graffiti on a bookcase in the clap clinic expresses anger
where human life has been brought so low:
degradation of disease and humiliation of faith and race

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The Weasel Copyright © Thraves Thraveson 2011
A Weasel’s not W’easily seen
Its long and its lithe and its lean
If the tip of its tail, has a sooty sheen
You’d be stoatlly wrong it’s a stoat that you’ve seen.

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The Appeal of Poetry Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011
This is an appeal
On behalf of the
Royal Society For
The Protection of Poets.

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No Satisfaction Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
The chest of drawers that I had hoped to renovate
so that it might become an heirloom in your keeping
had to be demolished to take in the car to the dump

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Nearly Eden Copyright © Jen Overett 2011
We climbed a hill that perfect summer’s day
You, head down reading Baudelaire,
Me, all-admiring of your serious literary ways