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Guest Poem No. 1

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,

I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use? 
2B or not 2B? 

Spike Milligan

Guest Poem No. 2

Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation

O would, ere I had seen the day

That Treason thus could sell us,

My auld grey head had lien in clay,

Wi'  Bruce and loyal Wallace!

But pith and power, till my last hour,

I'll mak this declaration;

We're bought and sold for English gold-

Such a parcel of rogues in a nation

Robert Burns

Guest Poem No. 3

These Are The Days That Matter

Rips in the ozone nine miles high
The sun beats down like a hammer
That can’t be seen by the naked eye
And they can’t be caught by the camera

The animals graze in the poisonous haze
We plough the fields and scatter
These are the days of the dangerous rays
These are the days that matter

These are the days of the dangerous rays
These are the days that matter.

John Cooper Clarke

Guest Poem No. 4

A Haiku

To-con-vey one’s mood
In sev-en-teen syll-able-s
Is ve-ry dif-fic

John Cooper Clarke

Guest Poem No. 5

My Life Has Been The Poem

My life has been the poem I would have writ
But I could not both live and utter it.

Henry David Thoreau

Guest Poem No. 6

The Man He Killed

"Had he and I but met

            By some old ancient inn,

We should have sat us down to wet

            Right many a nipperkin!

 

            "But ranged as infantry,

            And staring face to face,

I shot at him as he at me,

            And killed him in his place.

 

            "I shot him dead because —

            Because he was my foe,

Just so: my foe of course he was;

            That's clear enough; although

 

            "He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,

            Off-hand like — just as I —

Was out of work — had sold his traps —

            No other reason why.

 

            "Yes; quaint and curious war is!

            You shoot a fellow down

You'd treat if met where any bar is,

            Or help to half-a-crown."

Thomas Hardy

Because lines get crossed doesn't mean our voice is lost. (10w)

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