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MISSION MAGALUF
A tale of four lads first time in the Mallorcan sunshine. Sly and Zak, the two working class tattooed lads, Stez the engineering consultant, and Anora the hanger on. Mix that with Sheila and some lasses from Newcastle, a few bouncers and Eva Braun the car hire receptionist from hell.....Mission Magaluf is a comedy, a tragedy and a thrilling romance rolled into one. Only the Brits could be as mental as this.... Then there's the rape... Then there's the beatings... Then there's the Spanish police....
THE JOLLY ROGERS GUIDE TO BANK ROBBERY
Ray Kay never liked his work experience in a bank. Benny and Lemmy listened to heavy metal. Margaret was a social climer. Unfortunately circumstances brought them all together in a modern East Lancashire adventure.
PRACTITIONERS OF STONE HEARTS
an award winning anthology spanning a decade from 1998 to 2008 featuring prize winning verses and scathing social comment...
more on the way !!!!!
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UNBELIEVABLE THIS!!!!!
My son Lachlan......lachlan
WAS ONCE IN A BAND CALLED PUTTY
INFORMATION AND THREE DEMO SONGS
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Visited Thailand for a while....loved the scuba diving...passed my Divemaster...Racha Yai was awesome. Met a very beautiful woman. Robbed by some SKANKS.
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DIVING RELATED
Half a globe
My girls in a room she cant pay for
Twelve thousand miles away in the rain
I try to save for the flight
As I fight the good citizens fight
In need she bleeds, no longer strives
That communication between our lives
Yet i am in health
Even though i have no wealth
I wont starve
But if she's sick she may die
All around my world I've seen
The rich, the poor
The javelin queens, the slavers
The lords, the fiefdom supports
The rich mans toilet
Corruption reports
Toil and strife
And i wallow away from my woman
Whose love has become all my life
went to the bridge on the river kwai
a very beautiful place
placed a poem there
TEARS AND SCORPIONS
Bandages and rock faces
Sleepers and rails
Men
One hundred and fifty thousand
With hammers and nails
Pick axe'd the harmony
Dengue fever'd the woe
The dying in places
The devil won't go
Perimeter no fences
Volunteers the dark force
The diarrhoea the disabled
The doctors no more
The flasks of the saline
Could save the strong few
But the dying in ovens
Were like flies in old stew
Sprits in numbers
Walk ghostly these rails
They gave up their lives
These men could not survive.
Dedicated to the captured
And enslaved.
Burma railway 1943
ON TOP OF SUZY WONG
recycle the beer
in the blow
job bar
if you dare
in the heat of poor ovens
to caress the pain
in a mortal coin
relieve the wet
moisture below for change
a message to no God
requires a new dance
a show cause
celebre to splay
hard
like storm drains flooding
with sexual beads
atop two rare teats
on one leg the crane
the other
a butterfly forever
while bats and ghekkos
and lonely paths
strut through the midsts
of a tired place
whatever did this mean
to you
to change
hormones as wide as the bay
sucks on every corner a chain
and a Bangla headress
covers the deep scar
CHANT THE MONKEY
Waterfalls of fish
Stew with lizard tongues
And abundant warmongers
Fly over slow dishes
Impervious to the sweeping bags
Rock inspections of myriads
By the pyramid of Leon
Sits captivated with the hangovers
In this forest of Eastern wishes
Cha chas to the Market stags
Deep clean pools of life
Wash slowly rising stipulations
Whilst deep heat man farang growers
Mark never ending kisses
On the Chanthaburi flag
Fourteen lovers in degrees
Wait by cultured orchids
For bats and farang legovers
Swishing past the relish
Of the everlasting bruise
Slowly wait for Neon
After lightening fells the poles
So the woodwork brushovers
With the diktat of near misses
In a gender's elemental truce
Catch the yellow Babylon
Giving birth to ones in need
To pay for Siam never gone
Is twice the price in seeds
A final thought for forest hills
And legends that they grow
For once the beaten westerners
Can see wild Tigers grow
Burning down the mill
got a confession to make
20 years ago
in a den that we made
5 kids in a gang
disused old room
stashed the comics
that we read
spoke too late too soon
playing with fire
in the dark
old porn mags for brides
and tinder dry wood
for the groom
the biggest fire
the town ever saw
started by five kids in a hole
ten engines survived
the grand firefight
a million in stock
went up with the socks
and the plates
and feared the prison
for a long long age
sorry to say
in school the next day
five faces of denial
as our gang went away
NOTHING DOIN
Doing nothing
Reminds me of sore knees
And forty fags a day
No matter where
You sit in need
No matter where you stay
Fifteen thousand miles away
This life is the same
The gross of production
In life's waiting game
LOST
Four poems just cost me
Five thousand baht
An expensive six minutes
In a Thai man's hat
My luck ran out
On the Khao San Road
In a travellers den
And a beer in a mug
A gamble with conflict
I didn't know the game
Got angry with feelings
That no two smiles are the same
Thats it. Thats your lot
Under a train
lies the future
Or at the bus stop
With a chainsaw
For sutures
Out from the swing bridge
Swing high from the high rise
Prescribed from the chemist
The turning mans demise
Over the girders
while tying the first knot
while down in the bathtub
the boy flops and dead drops
Red runny and fleeting
Our meeting today
But at least at the end
I got my own way
