Long Chancer Poems

from island corner, big Antrim lad
  to Belfast city, a tiny pad
  shattered windows, tilted clocks
  Goliath had lost his socks
  gargantuan giant going mad

  Armagh apple girl, any topic
...

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Day 2

OK, guys, gather round. We’ll just share the thoughts on what you did last night, before we get onto the tasks at hand.
George, would you like to start?
Last night, I was reading the book...

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being right all the time can be very boring ...
  if always right, perhaps you may have little to say
  that's problematic for all-powerful beings, godlike creatures
  the rest of us engage...

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Dreams - is their origin from merely
A vivid imagination,
Because for millenniums stretching 
Back, to the beginning of Civilization, 
Dreams have forever intrigued man. 
They even approached the gods of yesteryear,
Don’t know what they were smoking,
But...

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A conversation that ends as you sweep through the door
I didn't quite hear, my position unsure
So I'll make idle chit chat on your return
Test the water, see what I can learn
Oh maybe I imagined it,...

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It's still in the 4am world and I've woken up
Though it's light outside (it's closer to 5 really)
This part of the night feels like it belongs only to me, where my thoughts could land and...

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Poetry is a calling


Like a moth to a flame, I cannot tear myself away;
I must look again, to see what I was blind to see when insane.
Sanity brings clarity; my eyes are wide open.
Let it...

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Too little 
too late
God said to me 
in this dream I had about fate

So I asked him 
what did he expect, 
A goody two shoes 
a prophet 
a saint 
to be something I ain’t 

Not...

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I'm falling asleep everywhere 
Should I sit for a moment
As night time is wakeful 
So, sofa, cinema, garden chair
I've drifted off for a moment or an hour
Yesterday I was a passenger
So fell asleep
I got a...

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I got mugged in Moenchengladbach
Straight up and down 
I got mugged in Moenchengladbach
In a back street of the town.

I’d been drinking with this bird,
Said she was an exotic dancer\
But the way she was supping
I thought...

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Written for all people who are sick of being treated badly. Particularly kind people like Lightworkers and Empaths. 

If they don't appreciate your presence, you may need to teach them about your absence. 

Everyone deserves...

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Look to God full of Righteousness
seek His face for your answer
He brings relief to the distressful
full of sovereign love He's no chancer

Mankind you are so full of vanity
honour you disrespect lies are your fill
but know...

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Susie's pet name was Wanda-zilla
and hailed from jungles near Manila.
Her poetry was swill
so to pay all her bills
she did strip shows for native gorillas.

She went to merry old U.K.
To make more money stripping all day.
When...

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I'm a little bit of a chancer
Like driving to the wrong place, whilst ill to deliver training on something I read yesterday and claiming I'm on location (I kinda felt like Phil from Groundhog Day...)
The...

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I cannot write
Just stare in vain 
As my lack of verve
Mars the page

My thinking stops
Dullness overtaking
Bothered and aware
This mirror needs breaking

Cruel clarity
Did descend on me
Highlights all
I'll never be

All in all
I had a good run
Heads were...

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Dear Judy: 

 

As I scrolled anxiously through my inbox, flipping through needless letters, hoping for an answer,  

I suddenly realized that out of all the emails Ms. Blume receives, I was taking an...

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If I find myself within a crowd
My mind drifts away, this room is too loud.
To any of the people I rarely hold a feeling
I shut them out, I'd rather look at the ceiling.
I never mean...

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The medic said lie on the couch
She swabbed my cervix , I said OUCH
It's checking for cancer
So I can’t be a chancer
For cervical smears I can vouch

I lay there with my legs akimbo
Butt naked I...

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I guess we can struggle when we sit down to write
But use your own words - to plagiarise isn’t right
When I read a poem that’s simply too good to be true 
I then begin to...

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It's the devil's dance, he is a chancer,
As he tries to take this life to cancer.
The news to fill your heart with dread,
As you, process words inside your head.

This news it brings a bitter sting,
The...

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Zila 'the killa' chinchilla as he was known
Sat in his villa on his golden throne
He was a marvel a maverick a real joker
A prancer, a chancer, a lifelong nonsmoker 
Our boy 'the killa'.
Never mediocre, always...

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Furnace pink roses blushed on your cheeks,
I held my breath when I saw you there,
Stood in the sand in a gossamer dress,
That clung to your form as the breeze caught your hair.

Bruises of rain clouds...

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Puppet on your strings

You own me...
own my body and soul.
You play me...
you've taken complete control.

You can do anything 
that you want ...with me
You play me... (I'm like)
a puppet on your strings

Watch me now!
You can make...

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People have a tendency to think
they always know what is best
giving their opinion to everyone
putting their point over all the rest

Equality is never even considered
they don't think anyone knows better
but everyone has an opinion
small and...

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A bug who loved to doodle
was floating on a noodle.
He had to get some sunscreen;
the sun was getting brutal.

He could not reach the lotion;
he needed a commotion
to interrupt the pristine,
make waves just like an ocean.

He...

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