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Best Poems Written by Stephen Pennell

Below are the all-time best Stephen Pennell poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Famous Poet Comp

There once was a poet called Jan
who took the Mick out of her fellow man 
from the size of his ears
to the size of his wedding  gear
she's the limerick writer from the Isle of Man. 


comp entry 16082016 
famous poets could have gone for a keats, kipling etc.
But Im not good enough, so went for a famous poetry soup poet
jan allison the limerick champion .

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Work Slave

Driving home in the dark 
telegraph poles like a thousand crucifix's line my road.
Winding lanes leading home, but my life going nowhere.
Just a number on a plc payroll. 
I'm just waiting to find out what will kill me.
There's no escape victim  or violator we all die 
slave to commerce.Can you live without it !.
My two up two down world
My body clock ticking down   
Was I born or manufactured for some company's gain
A florescent light replaces my sun 
and I talk, at the sound of call centre  bleep
I'm no free man, a paid slave 
not even human to the management crew 
just another victim of corporate greed 
to be tossed aside as my child takes my seat 
on this cruel roller coaster ride 
CALLED LIFE 

comp entered 12/09

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Society's Invisible People

She sat on the pavement as the world walked by 
She's just another  vagrant not a mum  a daughter or wife
Claiming state benefits and living the high  life ?
Sat on the pavement , a  discharged mental patient .

She sat on a park bench as the world walked by 
The office she once managed on the skyline
A bottle of cheap merlot gripped in her hand
sat on the park bench, just another  alcoholic hitting the wine

She's sat in the squat, drug syringe in hand 
with a twinge of regret she injects her right  arm
as the cries of her baby  can be heard in a far of room
Sat in her squat, just a drug addict hitting the highs. 

invisible people all need to be  helped 
A simple good morning is all that it takes
a free coffee a sandwich or even a pound
they are people with feeling, lets give them a hand  .   




26042016  comp entry  the invisible people I think of are real,just ignored by society and left to drown in their addictions 

COMP ENTRY 24042016

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Work, Eat, Sleep, Repeat

The clock on the wall says half past eight , and I'm going to be late again
The clock counts down my earth time and never misses a beat 
each tick tock is of my life clock, one less breath to breathe
It's  no fun when you see your life slowly ebb away .
work to live, don't live to work, as tomorrow may never come
at home at last. you kick the cat and kiss the kids as you walk  in 
greet the wife and ask if she has had a nice day. and sit and eat your tea
Its then off to bed so you can do it all again. 
And as for your  kids,well, the  bosses will have them doing it all again

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Work Limerick Seems a Shame To Waste It Posted Here

Santa had an helper called Heather
and 4 little elf manager helpers
She told them to be nice
and give lots of advice
so all us call takers work together  .

There once was a call centre agent
who wanted a manager to help her .
No manager  could be found
they had all gone to ground.
Its tough to get help for Heathers agents 

There once was a boss called heather.
Who had 4 little team manager helpers .
She got them a stick.
And a big bull whip .
She even beat us with an old  piece of leather .

Santa's little helper heather, once said
that all the  tm could stay in bed.
All of us cheered
And cracked open the beers 
It's not work today, we are having a party instead .


heathers the big boss at work lol

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Please Me Comp Entry

There once was a poet called Steve 
Who was so every easily pleased 
Just a thanks from pd
Always does it for me
She's the poet we all want to please. 



comp entry skat always say for pd so pd it is :-)

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Leave the Hate Behind

Don’t judge me by the colour of my skin or the name of my god .
They don’t not define me, or give you rights to say if I live or die.
They are set in stone an accident of birth.
One of gods little gifts to  human kind. 
Patriotism and religion, cause so many to die 
For the sake of a flag or a deity of old. 
Heart ache and tears is all you create
And more of the same when  nations retaliate. 
Let go of your bias free your heart of the hate 
Bombing children at concerts , oh what a waste 
You should have Grown some compassion, some love of mankind.
Leave the hate behind.

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The Right To Speak

Don’t speak to me of freedom’s loss
Free speech that treasured jewel
Lives cut short the human cost
How governments misrule 

Its not a crime to have your say
To speak about the truth
Your silence is to high price, to pay
Make sure you use that polling booth 

Mandela spent many years on a devil's isle
And women died to gain the right to vote
Many soldiers  fell  in wars, defending your lifestyle
Don’t make freedom of speech your scapegoat

No ones ever died from listening , to the spoken word
But many defending the right to speak
to deny the right would be absurd
never punish those that dare to speak

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Homage To the Soup Regulars

There once was a bunch of nice poets 
Who always wrote glowing comments 
They remedied  my rhythms
They helped with my haiku
They are poetry soups, super hero's  




inspired by jans rainbow poem

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Hope Not Hate

Its not the colour of your  skin
Or the place of your birth
Its the fire in your heart
And the love in  your soul

Your blood will run red
And your tears will be wet
All men are born equal
Never ever forget 

Cast of your chains
Stand tall and be proud
We are all accidents of creation
Not the place of our birth

Pick up your banners
Shout loud and be clear
Theres no place for hatred 
Lets Have hope not hate in your heart .


comp entry 29/10/2017