Best Clive Poems

“...The leftists that you voted for
jacked up the minimum wage,
so new workers like me cannot
get hired, much less get paid.

“And those very same people
ignore foreigners who work cheap,
they can work, and break the law,
But the same can’t be done by me!

“And then the proposed solution
to...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 4 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s poetry” by Clive Bush, Director of American Studies, King’s College,...

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When Clive was nineteen years old
he graduated from high school,
it had taken him five years,
but he would not become a fool.

He’d seen why not two years prior
when is brother John had gang-banged
and was shot down in an alley,
not found until his corpse stank.

The same fate...

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You saw the hidden talents in me
Things that even I couldn’t see
You encouraged me to learn new things
Qualifications and the glory it brings

All the things that I have done
Your support has spurred me on
I wrote a book and some poetry too
All these things I did...

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tho its years pass
some we ran out of gas
no doudt
the shots ran out
hard to forget
my minds not at rest
still has its stack on the rack
with
CLIVE RIGHTS FLASH BACK...

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Struggle. 
How easily we could avoid that perpetually mundane institution. 
But we subject ourselves to it. 
Day in and day out. 
Waking to wrathful conflict, flagellating our psyches with sick, 
venomous passion. 
What to do what to do what to do 
Imagine a situation. 
Imagine...

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Here lies our dear friend Clive
 Never again will he drink and drive

  4-11-19...

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some was name king
he made his name
some was name
john he was know pond
my repect he won
had brother name robert
re fuse to stop us
let  us move as we choose
than there were jerker
who did't like 
THOSES CLIVE RIGHTS WORKERS...

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it wasn't just   a dream
you had too be mean
stand tall
backs against the wall
it now still has the sound
say don't lay down
to the lords will
CLIVE RIGHTS LIVES...

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you stood tall
you was our wall
it was time fall
heaven made the call
it was plain
you stood by man
with a plan 
you both did your thing
you will for ever
live in our heads
THO YOUR DEAD
ATTRIBUTE
TO CLIVE RIGHTS KING...

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he taught us
get out of the dust
if you must
in his god to trust
he was for rights
brown black or white
some say he was insane
they call him the king
of the peace preacher
he was a
CLIVE RIGHTS TEACHER...

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some or insane
to thinks this a game
been to much pain
for us to gain
and stil need the lords will
to have a brigher light
there still fught for hope
CLIVE RIGHTS NO JOKE...

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Good ole Clive is only 67,
 an going for a rest,
signed himself in to a mad house,
4 bed swapping it seems best,

Clive's been hanging with a shiela,
leccy trike she rides about,
handicapped is Ophelia?
nope, she has it all worked out.

Taxi driver and a street kid,
some of...

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it was know play
thinking of that day
on the hiway
those had lot to say
for todays change
he wasn't insane
tho some say repent
IT WAS THE
CLIVE RIGHTS MOVEMENT...

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I watched
A Cornish chough,
Flying so Cornish high,
Over Cornish cliffs,
In a Cornish sky,
All Cornish observations,
Made by my Cornish eye.

I watched 
The Cornish sun,
Masked by a Cornish cloud,
I thought my Cornish thoughts,
My Cornish thoughts were loud,
I viewed the Cornish landscape,
And I felt so Cornish proud.

I watched 
The...

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