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Front Line Politik
11/11/2023

Front Line Politik

Her Maj ❤️
09/09/2022

Her Maj ❤️

This Is England:Driving up the hill for theMatch and the summer rainsPour down, like warmMonsoon torrentsIn distant land...
11/07/2021

This Is England:

Driving up the hill for the
Match and the summer rains
Pour down, like warm
Monsoon torrents
In distant lands –
Stair rods on a movie set,
Falling fat and straight,
Crashing down from
Nowhere.
And then it comes on the radio,
Building slowly,
The old familiar tune
Rising through the steam,
Windows down and turn it up,
I'm a kid again, transported,
And this is the summer of our lives...
The world awaits, the future - nothing but
Opportunity and expectation,
And it starts tonight,
For me and
The old man I pass,
Smoking in the pub doorway,
Three blood red lions
Over his heart
And a pint in his hand.
Tonight is here, tomorrow is ours -
This is England,
Twenty-five years and uncountable lifetimes
In the making…

And still, my mind returns
To the old man,
Looking at me
For a brief moment,
Somehow un-looking,
A dry husk haunted
By his own ghost –
Seen it all before,
He knows the song,
Unmoved he stands,
Consumed and clouded,
By fear and addiction
With a sprinkling of hope
Perhaps,
Or addicted to yearning
And fearful of losing
The yearning, which winning
Might bring.

07/07/21
Eng v Den, Euro 2020(1) Semi Final

Uniplacard Of Joy 🤗
29/03/2019

Uniplacard Of Joy 🤗

Sad Face 😔
29/03/2019

Sad Face 😔

Cheesy Chips And Victory Hugs •••••
08/07/2018

Cheesy Chips And Victory Hugs
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Fever™️ by Henry Windsor •••••
20/05/2018

Fever™️ by Henry Windsor
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We’re All Lions Here 🦁💅 👊👑•••••
30/01/2018

We’re All Lions Here 🦁💅 👊👑
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Atween now an’ the morn, a photo-poem:‘Ave yer go’tonic, said I, Fer tha’ gin tha’ yer li’e? Aye, yer basterd, said she,...
08/01/2018

Atween now an’ the morn, a photo-poem:

‘Ave yer go’tonic, said I,
Fer tha’ gin tha’ yer li’e?

Aye, yer basterd, said she,
An’ wha’time will yer be,
When yer knockin’ at me door?
‘Stoo late t’be callin’, am almost asnore!

Atween now an’ the morn,
An’ less a yer scorn! -
‘Sne’er too late for a gin
An’ a bit a kissin’!
‘Ave yer got ought t’eat
Or’sit jus’ thee tha’s me treat?

Thee’ll be lucky, yer beggar,
For ought but the shoulder!
By time ‘ere yer stagger
Arl b’even more colder!

Do’t be like tha’ now, luv,
Yer know tha’ arm tryin’,
Bu’ th’seat’s like glue!
An’ the barmaid is cryin’!
Now tell me again,
Wha’ number’s yer ‘ouse?
Arl be up righ’ soon,
Yer won’t ‘ear a mouse!

‘Snot a mouse tha’ a want,
But a tiger or stallion!
Now get out t’front -
Lesser yer barmaid dallyin’!
And don’ gimme tha’ chuff
‘Bout wha’ number is ‘ere!
Arv been thrice up the duff -
Wiv bin wed f’four year!
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Crisp Morn, Slide By •••••
15/12/2017

Crisp Morn, Slide By
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Phoem - Where the wild heart sings:This is where the wild heart sings,Where lovers roar as seasons sweepAnd swallows soa...
13/10/2017

Phoem - Where the wild heart sings:

This is where the wild heart sings,
Where lovers roar as seasons sweep
And swallows soar whilst mothers keep
Their tears at bay for things that pass -
No words to say, no time at last
When clouds c'llide 'gainst flown fledglings.
The babies keep on calling.

Sept '17
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This is where the river runs strong and proud and full of life, ever rushing to meet the sea.This is where the city soar...
05/06/2017

This is where the river runs strong and proud and full of life, ever rushing to meet the sea.

This is where the city soars and the bustle roars and the hubbub sings with glee.

This is where the old stream swells and the journey tells of a change devoid of halting.

This is where the tides sweep in and the changes ring and the boatman rides, never faulting.

This is where the people come with unmuffled drum and the footsteps fall in a town for all and the pulses beat and the people keep on moving, wading, striving ever forward.

Aye, this is where the river runs strong and proud and full of life, ever rushing to meet the sea.
~ Compo, written 04/06/17

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