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Joe Fogg Jul 2011
A thriving port
A declining port
A potential port
Cliches

A dockland
A wasteland
A stones throw
From my home

A docker
A carter
A clark
No vacancy

USA
EEC
A History
Our dockland

A grain store
A butter mountain
A starving world
An unused fountain

A dock village
A flower show
No work for
A dockland

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When the UK traded with the US, Liverpool was the gateway to Europe. As Europe increased trade within its member states the East, the 8 miles of uninterrupted dockland fell in to decline along with the local economy and the lives tat depended on it. The population declined rapidly as people sought work elsewhere. The derelict properties adding to the industrial wasteland. By 1980 the port was at its lowest ebb. Its remaining storage being used for surplus grain and butter. European farmers were guaranteed incomes from the European Union to produce food that would never be used, not even for the starving in Africa. The UK governments response was not to divert that money in to producing goods (and creating employment) that was required but to decide that Liverpool need a garden festival to help regeneration. The festival site remains unused today. Fortunately the city's beautiful and historical buildings remained intact. These along with its musical and sporting heritage helped it become European Capital of Culture in 2008. This time the city has been regenerated and is the top UK destination outside of London.
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
Yachts like musical notes
Line the horizon in chorus
Whistling through the boats
As sails dance around the masts

The breeze plays flute
Against the trunks of palms
They sway to the tune
Each in perfect time

The sand ups and whirls
Then twists and turns
Like dancing hula girls
Twirling garlands above their heads

Birds rise and fall
With the song of the waves
while freedom she calls
And sings to us all

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I need help with the ending - suggestions please?
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
Nothing wrong
It's gone on too long
Nothing right
That's why we fight
Nothing left
Beside a love bereft
Nothing here
To reappear
Nothing changed
Is why we pain
Nothing changed
It's not the same
Nothing missing
Except the blame
Nothing bad
And nothing good
Nothing missing
Like nothing could
Nothing Lost
So nothing found
Nothing now
Can turn me round
Nothing spoken
No words can say
Nothing better
Than to walk away

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How often when asked what is wrong we tell that small lie that covers the truth like a thin layer of varnish on an antique chest "nothing". Inspired by Edie Brockell and the New Bohemians.

Please suggest changes and or additions.
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
Like  a rampant plague
Destroying crops
Hate's as vague
As the mask it adopts
It comes and goes
In many forms
Like a morning frost
That kills at dawn

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Never got this finished welcome your suggestions for additional lines.
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
Your days all painted grey
By the shadows in your heart
The colours of your soul
Come shining through the dark

Your faith is coloured white
Purity of you sin
Love comes calling green
Raging jealousy held within

I saw the storm was coming
Long before the rain had come
Something black was forming
Keeping out your glowing warmth

Like the cloak of twilight
A shroud across the sun
Your here with midnight turning
When daylight comes you're gone

I watch the flowers waking
A golden sunrise fades away
Now ebony clouds are tracing
To paint my darkest day

If I could stop the rain from falling
The silver tears upon your face
There would be no more hurting
We'd find a perfect place

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Joe Fogg Jul 2011
A diamond side
A needle's edge
Rest upon
The highest ledge

Downward distance
Too far to see
Space between
Reaching you to me

Falling faster
The ground so near
Memories like movies
Joy, hope and fear

No way of resisting
Or changing my fall
Passing so quickly
A lifetime's memories recalled

No chance to pull back
Or in to the side
View from an angle
Love's downward slide

Look backwards and up
A shattered dream fades
No more chances
To change things that remain

No actions determine
No reasons explain
No answers to why
This parting's in shame

Let decisions in haste
Not turn us to hate
May years yet to come
Be filled by the sun

A last gasping breath
One final heartbeat
One glance to the past
Before closing the door

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Joe Fogg Jul 2011
I've seen religious belief
Bring nothing but grief
When holy soldiers lives
Can be remembered by their wives
With nothing but a wreath

I've heard of political aims
From men with claims
To be able to see
The way to be free
Then pocket all the gains

I've know countries start wars
In the name of a cause
Thanking those that died
Forgetting those survived
To a round of applause

I've seen flags fly high
As young men die
With the family loss
Marked by a cross
But not a reason why

I'v asked what it means
When men forsake dreams
For a noble sacrifice
That takes away their life
For a propaganda machine

The answer comes again
And still remains the same
They sell us a story
Of honour and glory
Lest for truth we'd refrain

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