Blackburn Poems - Poems about Blackburn

...When I was slain in the spurit I was mostly surprised. Dehydrated and dizzy, clenching the lids on my eyes Blood refilling the arms recoiled from a flourescent-lit sky None left supporting my legs......Read the rest...

...A quaint, one room, busy place, Full of good old southern grace, Lay to the east of Hawthorn Hill, Somewhat beyond the daffodills. Over a field and past the cows, Beneath the deep magnolia bough......Read the rest...

...A swinging sixties chick was I dressed head to toe in Biba Miniskirts my mother loathed and free love too, so I was told Music of choice was Motown and Soul that played upon my radio At weekends t......Read the rest...

...‘HE’S SO FINE’ a song from the 60s sung by the Chiffons A wet afternoon in early December I yearn for the summer I can hardly remember Such a dismal day so grey and so dark Feeling like dayl......Read the rest...

...OFFICE POLITICS OF A HUMPBACK WHALE I can think of so many words to call that *****! But I’m better than that, so I’ll just stick with *****! All the money in the world won’t make her nice, I......Read the rest...

...Translation of Eric Mottram’s TWENTYEIGHTH LEGAL (Part One) by T. Wignesan N.B. If any one is interested in reading the continuation of the extracts of letters that Eric Mottram wrote from Ame......Read the rest...

...A Son's Tribute (spoken at my Dad's Funeral) A quiet man, A family man, A proud to be a father man. A handy man, A lively man, Not known to be a dandy man. A humble man, Clear thinking man,......Read the rest...

...Stewart’s accident almost amputated his leg, So now he’s a para-shooter from Bacup, Which is a town in Lancashire, English peg, He trains at Blackburn RPC to rise up. In Glasgow’s Commonwea......Read the rest...