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PA3
by Julie Archbold
Earth father, bringer of life
Neglected in your strife
Our mother, your wife
Have your sons lost their way
To dream of another day
Where the sins of the world must pay
Earth Father, make rise your name
So that humble souls may rue the game
And neither gender take the blame
We are here now, your children
And will never be balanced without your love
When our Mother cries over your oppression
We need you to light our way
Many siblings have forgotten
Resisting inner strength and outer fortitude
Of nimble body and heart full of passion
For that planet upon which we stand
How this must sadden My Father
Seer of the paradox
Who lives simply to please, with ease
Who is quiet and at peace with his nature
I see you Father
And I wish to resurrect the respect
Of which you are assured
From me
By Mathew Whiting
As Achilles treads February's
dreary pasture
Aching heels over dormant Earth
The infant stirs within.
Bursting through the Earth
with starlight fire
Like Persephone breaking the
bonds of hades.
Glowing in the mist of the morning's
sun kissed dew,
Perfect in Heavens design,
Marriage of terrestrial and celestial
Radiant as the warmth of the heart,
And full of the promise of
Apollo's fiery chariot
Resplendent with the rays
of the lion's golden mane.
And shining like my love for you,
Daffodil.
By Kalam Choudhury
O the children of Bongo
whenever the 8th of Falgun arrives
Your memory returns.
I remember how your bosoms
were riddled with bullets
as you stood for the mother tongue's honour
on that blood spilling day
The pitch covered avenues of Dhaka
were stained red with your own blood
that's why we remember you today with reverence.
O indomitable boy
you have taught us
how to stand against injustice
snubbing the red eye of autocracy
you created history
treading on that bloody historical map
we have snatched away the red sun of independence
but-
that independence is imperilled today
by the conspiracies of the national traitors.
O heroic soldiers-
whenever Ekush is due, preparation starts
for acting as ultra-revolution, like-
placing of floral wreaths at the alter-foot,
walking of bare-foot to the Shaheed Minar,
Observance of one minute silence
by standing up at seminars,
and dancing- singing sessions everywhere
this is merely cheating
for self publicity.
On this blood spilling day
I pray for the salvation of your souls.
PA5
By Ruth Lewarne
You are
Like the heartbeat of a huge star
Like a thousand silent lightning flashes
Like a wind through heaven
Carrying light
On pulsing waves of stillness
Like night
Soft footed, slow
Like fullness
Like the quietness of breath
Like a journey towards home
Where there is peace
Where the traveller rests
And there is no time
No ticking clock
No ending
By Late Joan Hodge
Hush can with you just a little longer stay
For the time has come for me to soon be on my way
Let not your heart break nor to brokenly weep
As I can no longer awake from my sleep
In the sea of grief do not linger long
For it will make you weak when there is need to be strong
What I brought to you in life no-one can ever take away
For my love for you will forever stay
Best awhile but never turn back
For life my children has only a forward track
In this life you will never be alone I know
For my spirit will stand beside you where-ever you go
It will be a comfort to you when times are bad
Stand beside you when you're broken and sad
Laugh when you're happy and gay
I will walk with you every inch of the way
I may haunt your memory by day and by night
But lift up your head and let your smiles be bright
For in life you always made my heart feel glad
My children were the most precious gifts I ever had
As you travel life's highway, explore many of her hi-ways
Climb every style and live every mile
Then when time and the world for you stands still
I shall be waiting for you at the front of the hill
Once more together you and I will be
We will enter God's garden just you and me
And there by the sea of tranquillity stand
Before we seek and find his promise land.
By Julie Ann Wheeler
Kes you saved me,
you are my saviour;
you are my soul.
You Kes saved me
from life's big black hole.
Kes you saved me,
gave me a reason to be.
Kes you are all the love,
kindness and life in me.
Kes you saved me from myself
Kes I love you, you're my girl.
By Late John Robert Gordon
Once upon a war-time
in the middle of nowhere,
a branch line ran through
a forest wilderness.
Half way along, a hidden track
led to a dead-end clearing.
In the aftermath of the War,
the forest itself gave closure,
erasing all traces of the path,
settling the clearing with birches.
Only the stars now look down
on this terminated place
of undecaying sadness.
Batches of human beings,
bringing with them their stars,
were once brought here
to dig a final trench
before being lined up
and given a single shot
to the back of the head.
No one visits.
By Tamanna Parveen
It's a curious thing to be part of a world you don't belong.
And before the weight of the day reached soul I planned to exist.
The road ahead came with bends so I chose to go underground.
The soil seemed more comforting than the predators of the earth.
My old life would hover in the shadows of darkness and seek my attention.
Injecting my brain with thoughts of madness.
I wanted no part, but we were inextricably connected.
I am a metaphor, symbolic to my strength.
I fought the wars of the gladiators, to win my freedom as it may be.
A million pieces of glass, reflected a million scars.
By Rabia Mehmood
The grace of a daughter,
the greatest pleasure of a father.
To her the world existed and was held up on a platter.
Each desire reached for and handed through a dollar.
Through each reach she tried to grab
but no hand was encountered.
Just dead presidents left on a counter.
Back then, she could of sworn
he was the world's greatest father.
But now as a woman she realised
she needed more than just a dollar.
Daddy did you really love your daughter
cause while she ate good, she was starving.
Craving a love she saw portrayed on t.v screens.
Look at how they communicate and
you barely even know what my favourite colour is.
In the same house
yet I was raised by just my mother.
Daddy please tell me do you even know your daughter.
She was the little girl trying to impress you,
but the girls football team was not that impressive.
Maybe he'd be proud and practice with her every night.
In doubt she let go of dreams she figured would never be
and instead she yearned for knowledge in love.
Now your little girls out here thinking
some little boys got her love.
He claimed he loved her but how would she know it.
It is a shame that the first person to ever speak it,
didn't even mean it.
20 years old and she may die without ever hearing it.
By Liam Newton
English heritage on the bridge of kidult hood to adulthood
It’s what I’m proud of on the land where I’m stood
Should be forever respected because I respect the respectable
Even when there’s hectic stress in school
I’m not the type of guy that goes by the stereotype
I’m a lyricist that preaches life and its struggle, not glocks,
chicks and revving motorbikes full throttle
My life is full throttle but I don’t drink from the bottle
Hallucinate, smoke haze, I ain't about that life,
I avoid it in many ways
I can be dazed, but not in that way
Its life is what I can say
Knowledge is power
Hours of intelligence until our final hour
Those haters will soon cower
Below the dreadful, deafening daze of my lyrics
My mind repeats that knowledge is power
It’s for the people neglected in the society
Those struggling and rocking back and forth,
night and day for hours
Those still struggle but still I stand
Picking up the paper
and the using the pen with my lyrical hand
Haters want to hate but I still write what I write
because I still can
The disaster of the outside world
As I struggle day to day
Getting on with my life when there’s much more to say
I’m insane, mind is compressed with hate,
it’s gonna explode soon
As already the escape of molecules are filling up my page
With lyrics and judgements
and the life we live inevitably today
Knowledge is power
Hours of intelligence until our final hour
Those haters will soon cower
Below the dreadful, deafening daze of my lyrics
I can be a mental case inside my mind
It’s out of position, it’s not in line
Because I’m getting signs I’m gonna flip
Because of the hate making my heart rate higher than first
timers on sky planes
Different faces on the street maze
Will I find my own way through this road rage?
Turning the page with my own pen
To unlock the cage were stuck in
Government oblivious to the gun game
In the roads of shame
It always miserable in the rain
You either live or die which turns us insane
That’s why I hope to be always on the stage
Knowledge is power
Hours of intelligence until our final hour
Those haters will soon cower
Below the dreadful, deafening daze of my lyrics
These lyrics rain on haters like meteor showers
Will they ever learn that facing my lyrical firepower will
make them drop and burn
This makes me concerned, are the next generation going to
be controlled by what is yet to come
I say that in bold for everyone
because think before you take action
The captions that are printed in the newspaper make us
suspects, witnesses and victims
That are created this way in the society we unfortunately
live in
Thrive in earned cash, stash of regret for some illegal terms
people have met
There’s many steps to freedom, when is the next step?
Knowledge is power
Hours of intelligence until our final hour
Those haters will soon cower
Below the dreadful, deafening daze of my lyrics
It’s ridiculous for the jargon and dialect that I
instead speak among those I highly respect
To not take me to the test
Unless it’s normal to run amok and climb the fence
Instead of waiting in line,
masterminds of kinds who over mine
for rhymes of ideas and explosive content and ultimate timing
Sparks caused by dynamite
Now don’t waste time
Knowledge is power
Hours of intelligence until our final hour
Those haters will soon cower
Below the dreadful, deafening daze of my lyrics
PA4
By Rashma Mehta
Happiness is believing
Happiness is reality
Happiness is different
Happiness is real
Happiness is laughter
Happiness is proven
Happiness is joy
Happiness can happen
Happiness is driven
Happiness is focus
Happiness is true
Happiness is dreaming
By Nirmal Kaur
The end of the tumultuous tyranny
of profit and Selby.
The analysis of truth verses.
Disorder = allowed to be personal
for the greater good of what’s personally important to me.
Me alone
as I am without partner
and ridiculously a good survivor
from the wrath of the swot team.
1 down,
three to go
the positioning of the power of two still around.
However W the power of 50/50
is the blatancy of a militant struggle
that’s never ending to me.
Was over the moon too
knew that Annie’s Pantry forgave me
was a little offshore with my sight.
by Akik Miah
Ghor tanda ammee tanda (The house is cold and I am cold)
Bar rah and-dyer (outside its dark)
Arr bat-tash barah tanda (and the wind outside is cold )
Gas ah-stay ah-stay (trees slowly slowly)
More reeeeea zzzzhar (DDDDYYYYiiinnnngggg) dying.
Be yan ammee tanda (It's the morning and I am cold)
ammee utt yah kammo zhai (I get up and go to work)
Tobo ammee tanda (I am still cold)
Arr aahsta deen and-dyer bar rah (All day its dark outside all day)
ammee Fat tore lack khan tanda. (I am cold like a stone)
Kam shesh Ghor-raw zai yah (I finish work and go home )
Tobo barah and-dyer (and still outside its still dark)
Be-annay tanda bikal tanda. (Morning it's cold and evening it's
cold)
Shan-tee faye nah tanda taki (I can't find peace from this cold)
Shesh kun-deen shesh oi bo kun din (when will this end when will this
finish.)
Forty din (everyday)
Shoman (The same)
Shoman (The same )
Shoman (The same)
Ammee beshi bezar (I am very sad )
Pause
Ahck-tah bod lah (a sudden change)
Foo roo bat tea (There's a small light)
Ammee sai Arr raw (I want more and more)
Arr raw
Ammee deck key Arr raw (I can see more and more)
Arr raw Arr raw arraw (I want more and more)
Roid, roid gorom roid (Sun Sun warm Sun)
Ammee gor rom (I am warm)
Ammee kushi bitho rare (I am happy inside)
Fat toror lack khan tanda nai on nay. (I am not cold like the stone anymore)
Ammee nor-rom on nai. (I have become soft)
Gas zee-tah on nay fool eye say.. (The trees are alive and there is fruit.)
Arr raw roid ammee on nai man nush (There is more of the sun and now I
become human)
By Bhupendra M. Gandhi
I would like to see the world at peace
No hatred, no bloodshed, nor an upheaval
Could we ever achieve Ramrajya!
Kingdom with ultimate peace and prosperity
Or will it for ever remain unfulfilled dream?
Until the day of our departure
Hope will always remain alive in our hearts
Sentiments will survive, no matter what!
It will slowly gain upper hand, to our delight
So never despair, good days are here
As we move into tomorrow’s world with time
The past will become past
Not so irrelevant in the new upcoming world
A completely different game
Sun will shine brightly, banishing the gloomy clouds
Seven colours of rainbow will illuminate the sky
Filling our hearts and minds with hope and delight
Don’t despair; happiness just round the corner
It is time to Rock around the Clock till midnight
Come what may, time to rise and shine
All you need is a bit of faith and trust in yourself
To take you to land of hope and glory!
By Nicki & Laura Ellis
In Plymouth he was born and bred
His sweetheart Inez he did wed.
A big family of 21 he was from
And to visit him they would come.
For advice or just a natter
To him it wouldn't matter
Two sons were conceived
This he found hard to believe
His joy and pride
Couldn't be denied
He worked hard to be a dad
Through good times and the bad.
Over the years he watched them grow
Through seasons of sunshine, rain and snow
Deal or No Deal and Jeremy Kyle
Always made him smile.
Eddie worked for thirty years or more
At the local council store
To the social club they would go
Meeting friends and playing bingo.
House proud he has always been
No dirt or dust could ever be seen
Malcolm and I did wed
And hey guess where this led
Aimee was Grandchild no.1
Pink and frills and so much fun
Ashley was Grandchild no.2
A boy, so things now, were blue.
Laura was grandchild no.3
One more for the family tree
When he heard there would be No.4
He didn't think there would be any more.
Jodie arrived, and not to be ignored,
The fouth Grandchild he also adored
Next came Ian and Tracy's celebrations
What lovely day to gather relations.
More joy was to come
On the birth of their son
Reggie was Grandchild no.5
Another reason to stay alive.
They all kept him young
And gave him so much fun
Coming to visit you, and see Argyles match
Meant your door was always on the latch.
You welcomed them with open arms
It was always part of your charms
And when you took your dentures out
With your mouth you'd make a pout.
You gave Jodie quite a scare
When she saw your mouth was bare!
What were the odds, that out of the blue,
Aimee got into Plymouth-Uni to be near you.
She worked hard to make the grade
Now the family circles has been made
Your Grandchildren think of you today, but that is nothing new,
They thought of you yesterday and days before that too
All five of them think of the silence, whilst often speaking your name
All they have are memories and a picture frame
Your memory is a keepsake, from which they will never part
God has you in his arms, your family love you with all their heart.
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