) poems wot I wrote
A Brief Reunion 
False hope that comes to nothing
Is this our last goodbye?
We're captive to the memories
That will not fade and die
Recollections haunt each lonesome night
Our moment has long passed
The joy of love's first fiery rush
It was destined not to last
To be just friends, a hopeless dream
While unhealed wounds remain
Never more to see your face
Which is the greater pain?
My heart remains imprisoned
My thoughts remain with you
This love is everlasting
This love was always true
Survive. Exist.
Keep stumbling on
Through all of life's uncertanties
Till all such thoughts are gone
Dreamers 
Some do, some don't
Some never will
Content within their comfort zone
Forever standing still
In twenty years they'll still be there
Standing at the bar
Discussing sport and politics
Or the make of their next car
There's more to life than normal things
To never take a chance
To run the risk that leaves you with
A broken, failed romance
We'll never grow up
Never change
We couldn't really give a damn
If some folks find us strange
Call us dreamers, if you will
You'll never understand
We've lived; we've seen a different side
You live in no mans land
That's What Friends Are For 
To comfort when your heart is torn
To understand just why you mourn
That's what friends are for
When all you want to do is drink
To kill the thoughts you dread to think
That's what friends are for
And when you need a hand to hold
As loves last embers grow so cold
True friends will heal the wounds that burn
Wanting nothing in return
To banish guilt and cruel remorse
As healing takes it's drawn-out course
To know the pain that has no cure
And recognise a heart that's pure
Redemption's never painless
But friends will get you through
The world's a better looking place
Because of friends like you
God, this is a depressing website!!! There's always sunshine over the hill!
"I've moved, I've kept on moving
Proved the points that needed proving
Lost the friends that needed losing
Found others on the way"
(Dougie McClean, from his song 'Caledonia' which I heard sung by Dolores Keane.)
Just a thought..........
Why's it always 'fifteen pints?'
Shane MacGowan....'Streams of Whiskey'........
'I walk into a pub and drink fifteen pints of beer'
The Proclaimers....I forget the name of the song.......
'The pint I had three hours ago
has been joined by fourteen more'
The Tossers (honest! A band from Chicago)
'Where you're fifteen pints from all your cares'
Me...........(Total Memory Loss)
'Fifteen pints of Carling
has a rather dramatic effect'
I rest my case!!! 
Me boat.......
Dunno where this came from. Blame it on Tom Waits and Bob Dylan. And a gallon of Guinness!
Hell
Escape: Such a fruitless endeavor
From the demons of love and of trust
Redeem me, O Lord: Ease this torment
Lest my dreams burn away in the dust
While the wind's cryin' out Bloody Mary
And the whores ply their trade on the street
Where the fallen, the wrecked
And the crucified souls
Are embroiled in their constant retreat
There's no chance: Not a hope or a prospect
Resurrection is out of our hands
Beneath marble halls failed and dying
The price social order demands
So come all ye derelict failures
You poets and drunkards and bums
Sit down for a drink alongside me
We'll rejoice when our judgement day comes
As we stumble to Hell in good company
At least we can say we were free
Coal
The mines are a closing
The last whistle sounds
It's the dole you are bound for
No more work underground
For all the coal miners
Who suffered and died
Who sweated and toiled
With their sons by their side
From Lanark to Derby
Where the pit wheels once turned
Still the working folk suffer
Has nothing been learned?
The spirit's unbroken
The history lives on
Though the fires have gone out
Recollections are strong
Through strike and disaster
Through hardship and pain
The stories won't leave us
They'll be told yet again
To break the trade unions
The North was betrayed
There's no place for forgiveness
There's a price to be paid
The banners still flutter
The old men still curse
While the profits are lining
The businessmans purse
From the Somme to the coalfields
To Depression and strife
To the oft broken promise
Of a much improved life
Such a heartless destruction
Of a proud way of life
They cut through communites
Like a cold surgeons knife
Remember the miners
And remember them well
And to those who deceived them
You can all go to hell
David Boon.........Aussie cricket legend. Once drank 52 cans of lager on a 22 hour flight from Oz to the UK (allegedly!) Bloody legend all right!!!
Exile From Anonymity
(I know what it's about but ain't telling!)
The crowd observed their silence
As the tuneless song went down
The Queen of nothing very much
Crucified me with her frown
While distant dogs sang harmony
And Northern winds blew cold
I chanced to think unto myself
These people have grown old
'Tis time to search for someplace else
To leave such things behind
Let fools exist in apathy
Their truth they've yet to find
Where common thoughts amount to nought
Where the free bird gently flies
That place is where I yearn to be
It's there my spirit dies
Upon that Isle of solitude
There's refuge from the race
A haven in a constant storm
Far from this frigid place
The Northumberland Tartan. The only county in England to have it's own Tartan and it's older than any of the Scottish ones. So there!!!
www.northumberlandtartan.co.uk
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