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THE TRUTH: – Promote Yourself

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We’re left alone
every day
dad’s at work
mom at the store
uncle getting his fix
but where are the kids?
you expect when you ignore them
they’ll enjoy it
when you tear them down
they’ll ignore it
when you leave them alone
that they’ll be okay
but when you create these
bruises and contusions
and SO MANY SCARS
they’re not as strong as you think they are
so when you come home
there will be blood on the wall
pills on the floor
a rope on the tree
your babygirl, gone
“your princess” me.
but don’t fret now
you have all eternity
to tear me down
call me names
place the blame
play some games
and use my death for fame.

~Kaia Loveless

I am what I am, just an ordinary fan.

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I am not your modern day footballer
who collects his wages in a hay loader
from the Premier League pay loader;
aided by Sky TV and now BT money bag dream makers;
so happy to pay ‘the fakers and the takers’ on and off the field.
and so happy to take hard earned brass from the working class.

I’m just an ordinary fan;
“I am what I am”.
What happened to the working man’s game?
hijacked by those who just seek money and fame,
which just isn’t funny;
to those who follow the game,
it’s a crying shame,
to forget your roots like that!

No I’m no trend setter,
no go getter,
no position seeker,
no power climber.
no football cheater
no racist banter
no foul mouthed ranter
no ‘prima donna’.

I’m no crowd pleaser just a word teaser,
no people pleaser, who’s trying to fool ya.
Just a football fan, that’s who I am.
Perhaps a word rhymer,
a letter writer,
a campaign fighter,
maybe a ‘fire starter’,
or a motivator.

The power is in the written word; mightier than all the chairmen of the board.
No streets here paved with football gold;
paid for by the fans, I’m told;
even the poor families and their grandads and grans.

No money to line my pockets,
no gimmicks,
no greedy agents
with slimy tricks,
no hangers on,
no football politics;
just an ordinary fan.
So please don’t exploit me!

by Simon Icke, copyright 2013  UK.  Author of Touchline Shouting, The Sound of Children’s Feet, Young versus Old in Irwell Road and other Football poems: See http://www.footballpoets.org

Drums – Promote Yourself

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I prayed for grey
that the sun would go away
i prayed for rain.
I prayed for cold, i prayed for snow
housebound, to be alone.

mean it or not, plea or prayer
i prayed for strength – i prayed for fresh air.
i lesson to teach: how to forgive
a lesson not learned – a lesson believed.

unanswered words, were given to me
the only truth – which it could give
answer beyond, does not exist…

(shouting) silent and blood on my tips
rips on my fingers, sheets torn to bitts.
(chaos) inside lies peace
but inside is the one place i cannot reach.

I prayed for a storm
i prayed for the sounds
electricity, fire, water, clouds

shut my eyes, so hear the drums
playing loud where used to be the sun.

Katerina Fondi.

Harvest Festival

Thank you Father for Nature,

For supplying the food we eat,

For the many wonderful fruits,

That is tasty and so sweet.

 

Thank you for the vegetables,

That helps the body to survive,

That nourishes our very being,

To keep us all alive.

 

Thank you for the conditions,

The wind, the rain and storm,

Thank you for the sunshine,

That ripens the fields of corn.

 

Bless all the harvest,

Those graces our table fare,

Abundance of glorious food,

A feast for all to share.

So as we celebrate Harvest Festival,

Let us think of those in need,

Send your thoughts out to the starving,

That all of them may feed.

 

Help us share your treasure,

To those that are starving today,

Give them strength and nourishment,

To soothe their pains away.

 

If through your love and understanding,

We conquer famine decay and despair,

Then Father we have learnt our lesson,

For through you we have learnt to share.

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw  
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