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Joe Fogg Nov 2011
Oct 2011 · 918
The Passing Man
Joe Fogg Oct 2011
The day will never be forgotten
In the hearts of those who loved him
It was a normal day
In the heart of the young man
Who was later to be guided by his own destiny

The light blue Vauxhaul stands unscathed
As the dismantled scooter lies in its grave
Its rider lies in lands unknown
His spirit lives on in the eyes
Of those who have known

The darkest day arrives
Look upon the shadowy mist of their eyes
His Mother, Father, Brothers & Sisters
Did not foresee or dare to believe
That one so young, could die so cruel

Out of life he wanted not much
Just the feeling of certainty, security and love
His girlfriend of so long
Once shared these hopes with him
But now she stands pondering oh distant memories

His younger brother tries so disparingly
To shake off his tears of sadness
But his fondness and memories of him,
Beat hard in his shock filled heart
He shares with those who new him best
The joys and sorrows of his past

Twenty years is not long enough for man
To fulfill his dreams
He has foreseen so indearly
Too cruel to take away such life, hope and heart
Look upon the shattered faces of those around
Brings sadness to the hearts
Of those who knew him not

To say that he will be forgotten is scorned upon
His life, spirit and soul
Is engraved in the hearts of those who knew him
Mark Frederick Hitchen now lies peacefully in his own tranquility of solitude

And as we always remember
To live in the hearts we leave behind
Is not to die
His spirit listens intently

To think that no-one will ever harm him again
But we love and miss him all the same

Rest In Peace
I received this from a girl, 26 years ago, following the passing of the passing man - Mark Hitchen, aged 20. Recently uncovered as I trawled through some old 'stuff'. Should the world do its magic and anyone know this girl who befriended Mark and comforted him through his torment at the injustice of unrequited love. She was tall and blonde and probably around 18 years of age. I think she may have lived in Liscard, Wallasey, Merseyside. Written unedited from the original raw outpouring, the need to externalise that which hurts inside. Thanks Hello Poetry for giving new generations the opportunity for their thoughts to be shared and not put in boxes, that gather dust in the dark recesses of our minds.
Oct 2011 · 1.9k
Docker's Umbrella
Joe Fogg Oct 2011
Up to the North
Down to the South
Keep the ships feeding
The big Mersey's mouth

14 big docks
And 19 big stops
Dad's got big hands
He works at the 'Brock'

He's seen Alexandra
And Nelson too
He passes the Princes
On the way to the 'Loo

Jump off at the Sandon
For a bevvy with Joe
Saturday's half day
To the match he will go

The merchants at Toxteth
Are rubbing their hands
There's money in shipping
And at Seaforth Sands

Jump off at Pier Head
If yer wearing a shirt
Stay on till Herculaneum
To get covered in dirt

The EMUs keeping rolling
From morning til night
Our dockers umbrella
What a beautiful sight

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This, another in the Mersey Rhymes, series recalls Liverpool's overhead railway. It recalls the station names and hints at the long standing passion for football. EMU = Electric Multiple Units - the worlds first railway carriages that did not need a locomotive - now the world standard for Mass Transit Systems.
Oct 2011 · 1.5k
Mersey Ferry
Joe Fogg Oct 2011
Mersey Ferry, Mersey Ferry,
Go across the sea,
Take them a Daffodil,
Take them an Iris,
Tell them I love them
And tell them I care
Return them back safely
And you shall be queens
So, go bring my loved ones
Back home to me

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A simple rhyme in a new series I'm writing and invite people to add to. This one recalls how the Mersey Ferries became 'Royal' (e.g. the Iris became, the Royal Iris, as with the Daffodil) following their involvement in the evacuation from France following the failed invasion. The style is intended to be used with skipping games.
Oct 2011 · 845
Free From Wanting
Joe Fogg Oct 2011
I went to a temple
They call a retreat
Monks put on robes
And walk in bare feet
I love what they're teaching
And their shaven haired looks
I so want those robes
To attachment I'm hooked

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Sep 2011 · 1.2k
Needy No More
Joe Fogg Sep 2011
When we are needy
The greedy feed easy
When we just please
We are easy to tease

Seeking approval
Is responsibility removal
Who's approval do I need?
To make the choice to succeed

Feeling displeased
Like feeling dis-ease
It leads to disease
That leads to decease

Seeking to blame
The simplest game
Avoiding a responsibility
For my own possibility

Choosing my emotion
Without the commotion
Didn't choose the inference
But I do own the response

Anger like coal
Burns who it holds
Vengeance a slave
So dig it two graves

No need to accept
No need to reject
No need to adore
No need to abhor
No need to be needy
So, needy no more

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Sep 2011 · 864
Not Before Sleep
Joe Fogg Sep 2011
Darkness touches window panes
And seeps right through the walls
Traveling back from years ago
With secrets it still recalls

Stillness stirs and senses tingle
With fingers along the spine
Imagining its an angel's voice
Or something less divine

Whispered words fill the silence
And within these walls it gathers
Touches and then passes through
Right through these earthly tethers

Turning keys in unlocked doors
A past existence now returns
Bygones can't be bygones
Whilst the past for justice yearns

Searching down the line for years
Looking for the chosen
To overcome their worldly fears
So the holding can be broken

To hear the voices from times passed
And secrets that must release
The tapestry of lies unmasked
So the past can live in peace

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Do you sometimes get the sense that someone / something, perhaps unearthly is trying to communicate?
Are there spirits are walking abroad?
Sep 2011 · 518
I Can't Get Close
Joe Fogg Sep 2011
I've stood close by your side
Held you tight within my arms
There's this space between us
When loves at hand
I can't get near to you

I've seen our eyes meet
Within a breaths reach
The distance between, so far
Reaching out, sea to stars
And I can't get near to you

I've caressed your tender skin
Two tides within one stream
Entwined in perfect time
Your warmth is flowing through
Yet I can't get near to you

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Ever had that relationship that has immense emotional intensity,  yet without closeness. A merging of the physical without the consent of the spiritual? It feels like love yet lacks oneness?
Sep 2011 · 496
A Perfect Day Ends
Joe Fogg Sep 2011
A day without care
A chill in the air
A breeze in the grass
A lake mirrored like glass

The chorus of birds
Is singing no more
But the songs that they sang
Will stay with me til the end

Whilst the scent in the air
Is no longer there
Its presence will linger
And memories stir

Sunshine surrenders
To the moon and the stars
The joys of one day
Surrender to time

There's a feeling inside me
That will glow when I'm cold
This feeling inside me
Will stay til I'm old

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Sep 2011 · 4.1k
Yin Yang
Joe Fogg Sep 2011
Water from stone
Warmth from snow
Fire from Ice
Flames without glow

Sunshine at Midnight
Stars at noon
Clouds in a clear sky
Seas on the moon

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Sep 2011 · 425
Let's Start With the End
Joe Fogg Sep 2011
You ask me where to begin?
I say let's start with the end
These words are not ours
Like love we've stolen again
You ask me why I'm so quiet
There's a lot said with silence
You wonder why I'm alone
I'm least alone on my own
You want to know where is my home
I say my heart's where I belong
You ask which season is mine
I know October is yours
So how do I sleep?
With a conscience that's clear
And what secrets I keep?
They're no longer here
So why do I weep?
Well, I can't chase the fear
You say sometimes I' am a bore
I say I have my own flame
And if you'd asked me who for
I'd say one day it was yours
So where do we go?
I guess we're already gone
You ask can we still be friends?
I say I've enough enemies
You hope that we shall still speak
But don't know where we'll begin
Well my new friend
Let' start with the end

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Inspired by Jon & Vangelis - a credit in the opening lines
Sep 2011 · 954
Joe Fogg Sep 2011
Love would bring us freedom
When the passion's gone
This lust that comes between us
Beyond this moment
There is none

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Sep 2011 · 550
Collage of Moments
Joe Fogg Sep 2011
You are not my pearl
To that I am resigned
For to an outside world
You cannot be defined

Who am I
That I decide
By who's decree
Do I preside

Like a morning sun
That sweeps winter to spring
Like an evening sun
On a distant sea

What will become
Of all the things
That we have done

Beauty so far

Like the evening sun
That meets the sky at dusk
Far out on the horizon
All things merge to one

Visions to a blind man
I cannot say what I can see
An earthquake to a child
I cannot know what I can feel

Something about pride
Keeps our secrets inside
Lies draw them blind
Yet still they can't hide
This deeper divide
That rides with us till we die

I want to hold it up to sunlight
And see the truth shine through

Against that tide
I tried to hold out
Tried to be so hard and strong

Escaping to warmer seas
An old whale cruising a summer's night
Hunted and hunted all of my days
But the prey will be hunted no more
Instead I'll be dancing the waves

It's not what I wanted
Nor you I suspect
It's not love were without
Seems we've lost all respect

You smile so solemnly
That smile used to say hello to me

You only touch the surface
You only ever cruise
You never see the depths
Deep inside of you

To see love end up as a motto

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Sifting through a hundred poems/songs written in my teens and early 20's I'm now extracting lines from each and merging together here - just see what I get. I'll then play around with them and see what comes!

Feel free to plunder anything that sparks and idea.

I'm noticing a few themes emerging - sun, sea, freedom....
Sep 2011 · 470
Being Me
Joe Fogg Sep 2011
These things I've seen
This loss I've known
For all this time
I let it grow

It leaves me now
I am alone
To live my life
I'm coming home

From a darkened room
In an empty home
To bathe in sunlight
Wash away the stone

No longer hunter
I have all I need
No longer prey
No fear to feed

Cobwebs of living
Blown by the breeze
Freed from the outer
By an innermost peace

I'm building a city
A place where I can live
Building up inside me
All that I can give

I am the wind
Now blowing
I am the tide
Now flowing

Not wondering
Just wandering
Not longing
Just belonging

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Work in progress - suggestions welcome
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A man who seeks revenge digs two graves
Jul 2011 · 1.1k
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
I wanted to watch you
My eyes were shy
I wanted to kiss you
My lips were dry

I wanted to hold you
My arms were weak
I wanted to tell you
I could not speak

I wanted to  love you
Just never found the voice
I wanted to be with you
Just never made that choice

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Some of us, in our youth, admired another from afar. Overwhelmed by our emotions we froze and were unable to take any action at all. Forsaking for ever the never knowing of rejection or acceptance.
Jul 2011 · 623
Keeping Safe
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
Dark like a shadow
Cold like ice
Lost like a bird
On a winter's night

Nightfall will take you
Wrap you in her arms
With darkness protect you
Keep you from harm

Secrets kept safe
Stars behind a cloud
True self hidden
Jewels behind a shroud

This mystery you're hiding
Hidden since youth
The sun is still shining
On lies and the truth

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Jul 2011 · 1.9k
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
In sunshine
A shadow
Through brightness
Such darkness
Though joy
This Sadness
From closeness
To distance
A bond
Now broken
A trust
So years
Once forged
Like leaves
Now crumbled
Tides turning
Rivers divided
Two paths

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Jul 2011 · 518
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
I need to be free
I have no more to give
I cannot lose any more

There is no more in me
There is nothing to be found
The tide is turning now

I need to be found
This is not my home
I need to be reborn

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Jul 2011 · 670
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
One day soon
I'll be riding on the wind
One day soon
I'll be rising on the tide

Running over hills
With grass beneath my feet
The trees they call my name
And I know its one day soon

I'm walking by the sea
Water soft against my skin
Wave's they roar like thunder
And I know its one day soon

Resting in the valley
Rocks high upon my sides
Breathing echoes to the distance
And I know its one day soon

Searching through the darkness
For a star in a midnight sky
For star's all hold a message
And I know its one day soon

I'm looking to the heavens
I'm waiting for the voice
The one that calls my name
And says its one day soon

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Jul 2011 · 846
Vengeance Revisited
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
Closed guarded secrets
Guard them with you heart
Guard them for eternity
For if I find out
What I find out
The cruel lies you've kept from me

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Please help develop this verse - suggestions welcome.
Jul 2011 · 777
Vengeance Collector
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
Parting has come
It was destined to be
I can blame no-one
No-one but me
There are some people
Who are owed debt
They think this has passed
I'll make them regret
Time will soon come
Time to collect
Biding my time
From mercy refrain
All of my life
To pass on this pain

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WIP - please suggest changes / new lines / others work.
Jul 2011 · 1.8k
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
A thriving port
A declining port
A potential port

A dockland
A wasteland
A stones throw
From my home

A docker
A carter
A clark
No vacancy

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.
Jul 2011 · 680
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?
Jul 2011 · 547
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.
Jul 2011 · 766
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.
Jul 2011 · 381
Colours of You
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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Jul 2011 · 557
A Needle's Side
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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Jul 2011 · 791
For Honour & Glory
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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Jul 2011 · 423
See The Day
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
See the day
Turn to rain
See it coming
Feel the change

See the birds
End their flight
See them shelter
For the night

See the sun
From darkness shy
See the moon
Light the sky

Feel the chill
An evening shadow
Feel the warmth
A Moonlit glow

Hear the quiet
Of slumber deep
Here the fear
Of awakened sleep

A Sea of stars
And galaxies flow
The rivers of life
Wer'e yet to know

Go stargazing
See it clear
Follow your dreams
Lest they disappear

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Jul 2011 · 553
Joe Fogg Jul 2011
Two Children
Two Cups
One empty
One full

Two Children
Two Cups
One upstream
One downstream

Two Children
Two Cups
One empties
One fills

Two Children
Two Cups
One stream
One flow

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The idea that we are all one, from one source, returning to one source. We can pour water in to a stream, from one cup, but we cannot capture the same water - it disperses becoming one again with all things.

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