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Why does our dear Son now pose
in clothes fit for scaring crows
and walk about “Belsen” thin,
the answers bloody Heroin.
Now he seems to have lost the fight
to act the way he knows is right.
Some say he’s fuelled on Crack-Cocaine
the deadly stuff that warps the brain,
he sleeps rough, from place to place
and begs on streets without shame-face.
We wonder what else can be done
or have the drugs now finally won?.

CLIVE BROOKES

]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/687 Mon, 10 Nov 2003 15:11:13 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/686/t/MAGPIE-MILE.html

MAGPIE MILE

The magpies sit by and wait
some other poor creatures fate,
getting flattened like a toad
as it crosses the busy road.

There to be flattened time and again
‘till there’s little that remains
like foxes, rabbits, hedgehogs too,
never a pretty site to view.

Soon the magpies fly to feast
on the mince of the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/686 Tue, 04 Nov 2003 17:17:52 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/689/t/SECRET-A-CHILDRENS-VERSE-.html
I have a big secret
I’ll never never tell,
O please! just me.
O K, ah well.
So she told the secret
and broke the spell,
now everyone knows
where the Unicorns dwell.

CLIVE BROOKES
]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/689 Mon, 27 Oct 2003 12:24:28 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/683/t/LIMERICK.html
When it comes to dishing the dirt
it’s said Paul Burrell ‘s overt,
his memoirs it’s said
should never be read
because the truth can hurt.

CLIVE BROOKES

]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/683 Sat, 25 Oct 2003 20:15:26 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/688/t/21-10-03.html
I am sixty-two once only
and my year started today,
I was sixty-one once only
but I don’t regret it passing away.

I was twenty-one once only
and looking back I see
the things I would now change,
if time was left to me.

I was thirteen once only
just starting my teenage
when hopes were plentiful
and Doris Day the rage.

I was seven once only
and the eldest son,
that’s when I realised
that life wasn’t only fun.

I was... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/688 Sat, 25 Oct 2003 02:56:00 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/691/t/ULTIMATUM.html
He gave a sudden cry of pain,
his wife had done it once again,
pouring his whisky down the drain.
So often poor Mary did complain,
and for awhile he would refrain
from getting blind drunk again.
Now wifey’s made the matter plain,
if together they do remain,
permanently he must abstain.


CLIVE BROOKES
]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/691 Sun, 19 Oct 2003 11:47:47 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/690/t/KEEP-IN-MIND.html
If you intend to save
your failing body, (not mine!)
from an early grave,
all drugs you must decline.
Now if you really find
it’s too painful to stop,
bring this thought to mind,
you’re better alive on top.
CLIVE BROOKES


]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/690 Sun, 19 Oct 2003 09:23:14 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/692/t/MY-HERO.html

“MY HERO” THE TITLE OF AN ARTICLE THAT I HAD PUBLISHED IN A MAGAZINE

Hearing the name Rudyard Kipling gives me an overwhelming glow of admiration knowing what a wonderful man he was and the great contribution he has made to literature.

Born in Bombay India in 1865, he was a world famous Author, Journalist and Poet whose prolific works are as much admired today as they were over a hundred years ago.

Several of his enchanting books have been... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/692 Thu, 09 Oct 2003 12:19:48 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/693/t/TRAFFIC-LIGHTS.html
Whilst waiting at traffic-lights,
something I always do,
is check the car behind
through my mirror’s rear view.

I’ve seen all kinds of faces
expressing every mood,
smiling, sulking, chatting,
anxious and sometimes rude.

These are faces of drivers
travelling near and far,
for all kinds of reasons,
in different makes of car.

No matter how important
their journey happens to be,
until those red lights change
they’ve... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/693 Wed, 01 Oct 2003 11:53:17 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/685/t/CAUTION-RUDE-LIMERICK.html
THE SIZE OF IT STARTED TO BEWILDER
THE NEWLY –WED VIRGIN MATILDA
SHE SAID “OH GOOD GOD!”
IT’S LIKE A RAMROD
BUT SHE SIGHED AS IT GENTLY THRILLED HER.

CLIVE BROOKES
]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/685 Sat, 23 Aug 2003 12:22:22 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/694/t/FOR-TOM.html
PREPERATION
LUBRICATION
PENETRATION
RELEASED THE SEED
INCREASED THE BREED
MORE MOUTHS TO FEED! ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/694 Wed, 20 Aug 2003 21:57:47 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/684/t/WHAT-HAPPENED-.html
How did she become a Druggie
with so little flesh on the bone
and clothes so scruffy and smelly
that a scarecrow wouldn’t own.

When did she get the desire
that’s turned into a crave,
making heroin the master
and her a dutiful slave.

I guess she wanted to be merry
with her mates at the dance,
and someone handed out pills,
so she took one, just by chance.


From there she popped more pills
to get the same... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/684 Wed, 13 Aug 2003 16:01:10 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/695/t/Bought-As-Seen.html "BOUGHT AS SEEN" THAT MEANS IF IT FALLS TO PIECES JUST AFTER YOU'VE PAID FOR IT THEN IT'S
JUST TOO BAD.

BOUGHT AS SEEN

I have no tax or M.O.T
tyres are bold It’s insurance free.
The lights don’t work on the near side,
the doors won’t lock it’s open wide.
The gearbox knocks, the tracking’s out,
there is no horn I have to shout.
And when it rains it now leaks in
where the seals had once... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/695 Sun, 03 Aug 2003 14:58:00 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/696/t/OUTCLASSED.html

OUTCLASSED

IT WAS HIGH NOON AND I THOUGHT
THAT I WAS READY FOR THE CHALLENGE,
MY SPORTING WEAPON WAS LOADED
AND READY FOR THE TASK AHEAD.
I KNEW BEFORE I STARTED THAT
THERE COULD ONLY BE ONE WINNER,
JUST ONE LAST LOOK AT THE AREAS
THE JUDGES... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/696 Tue, 24 Jun 2003 19:41:35 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/697/t/LIMERICAL-TRUTH.html
THE GREAT FROM BRITAIN HAS FADED
BUT IT’S NOT GONE UNAIDED
ALL ITS WEALTH FROM YESTERDAY
TO ALL-COMERS IS GIVEN AWAY
LEAVING OUR ISLE DOWNGRADED.

CLIVE BROOKES
]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/697 Fri, 20 Jun 2003 20:06:53 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/699/t/CONCLUSION.html
CONCLUSION

The world is like a sheet of blotting paper
That’s covered in ink-stains.
The ink is of a manmade formula called "Mans Degradation"
Its ingredients are poverty, persecution, destruction and pollution
Each year sees the world becoming more and more stained,
And these stains upon our beautiful world
Will never be completely obliterated,
Yet given the chance in time they will fade
But, if mankind does not learn to live in... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/699 Sun, 08 Jun 2003 20:49:45 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/700/t/THE-PLASTIC-TREE.html
I saw a plastic tree indoor
at a large department store,
everything was of proportional size,
the colours deceiving to the eyes.
But then I thought about our trees
their motion at the slightest breeze,
lifting and swaying to and fro
whichever way the winds may blow.
I thought of the sounds of falling rain
that refreshes all the leaves again.
The dawn chorus that can be heard
from the throat, of many a bird
perched upon the branches... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/700 Sun, 08 Jun 2003 03:07:51 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/698/t/FEARS-EXPOSED.html
When I’m alone, why must you haunt
and with bad memories taunt
of times I wish to leave behind
to the shredder of the mind.
Yet, still I tremble with fear
When lifelike you reappear.
Reality tells me you have gone
and that the years have marched on
to better times than I had known
when flesh was sparse upon the bone.
Those beatings! Time and time again
disturb the peace within my brain,
how I’ve prayed that “living hell”
would... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/698 Sat, 07 Jun 2003 00:01:55 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/701/t/THE-TOLL.html
I parked my car beneath a sign
warning “Leave within the hour”
but I didn’t take notice,
And now, I’m feeling sour
about the ticket on my screen
expressing the council’s power.
I didn’t intend to be so long
before I drove away,
but I had urgent business
which caused me some delay.
On arriving back at my car
(completely out of breath)
I found the bloody ticket
stating the hour had seen its death.

CLIVE BROOKES
]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/701 Sun, 25 May 2003 22:22:42 GMT http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/703/t/ISLE-OF-CRETE.html
ISLE OF CRETE

My friends say you can’t beat
a stay on the isle of Crete,
so, soon I’m flying away
until two weeks from today
when my travelling’s complete.

CLIVE BROOKES
]]> feeds@yuku.com (cliveyboy) http://whitecrowpoetry.yuku.com/topic/703 Tue, 22 Apr 2003 16:32:29 GMT