Long Nicking Poems

Part Two

Do you remember your run-up to the crease
      your Lindwall-delivery dragging the clasping flannel round hobbled boots
your anger
           ...

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She stands 
OUTSIDE...
In the Blackness
of the SHADOWS...

She is
TALL,
SKINNY,
like a SKELETON...
in HIP
CLOTHES...

Her hair
LONG...
SILKY/BLOND
blows
with the rhythm
of the WIND...

Her name
SILVIA....
Prostitute-
Herion shooting
CRACK ADDICT...

She needs
A FIX-
A SMACK-
A TOKE...
A RIDE
ON THE DEVILS TONGUE...

Streets
EMPTY...
Seems like she
STEPPED into,
Another WORLD-
Another DIMENSION...

She cries out
"WHERE IS-
MY...

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The night the girls mentioned my name 
Cols kicked them out it drove him insane 
Dom accused me of nicking his bike 
but I was in Cyprus best man for Mike 
Kev backs up the...

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‘One more job and then I am going to Panama and watch the canal in the sun’
John’s trust funds had not done so well lately and pension age approached fast
‘They ripped me off once more...

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I know that dire lame dope head 
tried to frame me nicking his moped 
planned to leave it near my house 
after which learn of its whereabouts 
then say he saw me sneak about 
the...

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Human race, don’t boast on the casualty coast
Frisking, seeking, pricking and nicking the truth
On a continental coast as to your truth you toast
Sending to Coventry the uncouth

Pummeling the truth, belittling the youth
Whose views you deride
As...

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A barrage of bullets nicking my skin,
the onslaught seems to never cease.
Reloaded criticism comes from enemies, friends, and kin.
At every corner the sounds of shots being fired.
I peek around greed, hate, lust, and fear,
which all...

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"Unreal sense of freedom" the way I pretend to say...
Is it same? Or is it the pain which I unlikely portray...
The feeling of being in love, never confronted nor addressed...
As they say, I mustn’t be...

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Pain is good I know I’m
Alive
In a world of hate in a world of lies
No one can see what is happening to me

Personal hatred in my personal life
Agonizing pain caused from my lies
Inside I wish...

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The war and food

During the war years in Norway 1940 to 1945
there was little food, but the coast was teeming
with fish, my brother and I often walked down to the pier
and in a matter of...

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Those were the days when children went out to play,
May be with cricket ,football hockey or mud and clay,
Watching TV, reading comic books a whole long day,
Or Going to hill treks,picnics or a tour to...

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