#manchester
Head full of steam,
the end begins on Miller Street.
A lifeless disc called Sun
leads the funeral procession
into the heavens.
Factory city breathes
through an iron lung,
exhaling the smoke of "progress."
Dark, dank vapors
pollute the scepter,
enter the throne room,
and take the queen by force.
Women and children develop
industrial-grade hands and feet,
they sleep on beds of coal,
a fitting resting place:
when they die, they are buried
right beneath.
The spiraling dance of looms,
the incessant screams of machinery,
here chimney stacks
outnumber the men.
An outcrop of crooked crosses
on the hills above,
the bier stands ready
for the next in line,
on Sundays each one prays
to God it's not them.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 5:05 PM UTC
Oi, Manchester, why are you so blue?
You built it all, there is nothing you can't do.
We were here first and we will be here last,
Our future is bleak? Well, so was our past.
We've had more than our share of ups and downs,
Aye, it's grim up north, but every class needs its clowns.
Oi, Manchester, chin up arr kid,
If they ask you who built it, you tell 'em we did,
We built this city with rock and roll,
Through rain and shine, with northern soul,
The only thing we never built was a great northern wall,
We invited each people and we welcomed them all.
Manchester, mate, things will get better,
Mother nature tries beat us but we've never let her,
No matter the odds or how savage their action,
We are the great power house, we never lose traction.
Each time we're knocked down we rebuild from the ashes,
we shoulder each other, we each take lashes.
Oi, Manchester, don't you forget your station,
We are the heart, we are the brain and the spine of a nation.
It was here we split the atom, and here where Rolls met Royce,
Swing those monkey arms and sing your Mankey voice
Be proud, be loud, there's no need to tiptoe,
And always remember that WE created VIMTO.
Oi, Manchester, I don't 'alf miss THAT smile,
It's the whole hog, the bees knees, the best by a mile,
There will be a day when we all laugh again,
Brighter, more hopeful, more promising then,
There will always be dark before the dawn,
But, oi, this is manchester, where all dreams are born.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 9:32 AM UTC
this old panther
is getting older
and with age
comes a wisdom
a knowing of when to
curl up the tail
time to, time to
put it away
so these days
i don’t want
another
with you, with you
only with you
i’m beside myself
and like a housecat
this old panther
just wants to be held
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
Is this actually possible? Considering so few pf the planes were built... i dunno...
Manchester Bomber Wreck
Manchester bomber rotting away
Different than it was before
Holes in the surface skin
Many pieces missing
Broken in two
Separated by many feet
Engines fallen free
Skeletons of the crew inside
Unknown war grave except to them
Who haunt their lost bomber
Lying under the sea bed
To them they’re still flying
In the sky above enemy territory
Fighting for their lives
With a faulty engine
Not actually on fire
Then the flak hit them
Damaging the tail unit
Followed by an enemy fighter
Who shoots them full of holes
And kills the Flight Engineer
Hitting him with a 20mm cannon shell
But not before the gunners
Down the **** night fighter
The crippled bomber flies on
Slowly losing height
They’ll never reach the target
Nor return home to England
So drop their bombs on a small town
Unknowingly killing dozens
Four tons of bombs will do that
The Manchester bomber wasn’t fired on again
Losing height was the enemy
They decided what to do and drew lots
Bail out or ditch in the sea?
They decided to ditch
It was almost dawn
And the horizon lit up
They should of made it
But the faulty engine finally died
The bomber stalled and dug a wing in
It cartwheeled over the sea
Broke in two and sank
All aboard were knocked out
And taken to a watery grave
Unknown to the world except themselves
The only remaining Manchester bomber
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 5:51 AM UTC
Manchester is drunk, and can't make it to the phone right now...
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
A Rogue Mind Attacks Manchester
A rogue mind descends on a village square
ravishing it's children without a prayer.
Birds of peace gather and fight the fire
on it's wings rest hopes, civility inspires.
Up in the sky clouds weep at the mass loss
of young ones taken early in bearing the cross.
From this World, the descendants left in pain,
relatives and love ones befallen, crying in vain.
It hurts me to see the breadbasket of life
filled with ISIS and terrorist inciting strife.
For the seeds they plant grab at our hearts,
such devilish intertwines taking our lives apart.
How I wish a drone peaks into their yellow skies,
taking them all out, like an eye for an eye.
Maybe so that's the solution for their pillage,
so, now, the World be tighter than the Olympic villages.
Logan Robertson
5/24/17
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
Don’t look down
where emaciated bodies lie beyond salvation
they’re beneath you
when you preach for profit.
Don’t look down
to idle bones on the edge of prison walls
they’ve already fallen
their hands too bloodied to shake
their eyes too blind to see the mistakes they are yet to make.
Save the souls with the pound sign goals
avert your eyes from the misery of the fallen
they’re not even there
if you don’t look down.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
THIS CITY
This life, this people, this city.
All living in a certain geographical area – here, this city.
Dying eventually, one day which only God knows.
Today under a tram or of old age.
This city with many names, is it like your city?
I know you were a cold war target, so were we.
People make love, fight, laugh, cry
in your city just like in my city.
You have been bombed, so have we.
Quick, dig them out! Shall we join them
and **** them, their corpses can't say no!
Go to see a Goth band, add our own
little histories to a history of this city?
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
The stars are out
and you know the way
- Piccadilly, Rusholme,
Withington, Wythenshawe.
These are names that could
freeze your soul in blue
and maybe light a candle
in the dark if you could
only find a spark.
Every building is an open door,
every street an absent flower
that unknown gods collected
long ago when it was raining.
This is England - a promise.
I tell myself - there is a plan.
Just follow through,
be yourself, smile under
this weird constellation and
expect the unexpected;
what you want will happen,
it's just probability
and probability is
always on your side
when you are in Manchester.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 3:53 AM UTC
a twinkle in my mezzo
is a wrinkle in this forte
where flatulent is an eggplant
but virulent is my phone
that screamed from my soul
as she'd walk in a box of rings
that made me sing her too
With sheet of tears did blanket
Around her bed of posies alas
if heart truss sung to their content
tonight the hour grew dark in Jodrell Bank
as this virtue of love did radio a Lovell
and sealed my fate in spite of her again
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
THE ONE LOVE MANCHESTER CONCERT
WAS FULL OF LOVE AND TEARS
REMEMBERING THE LIVES LOST
EMBRACE YOUR FRIENDS SO DEAR
ARIANA JUSTIN AND KERRY
COLD PLAY AND MANY MORE
RAISE MONEY AND SEND THEIR LOVE
SINGING LIKE NEVER BEFORE
THE CONCERT WAS A SAFE ENVIRONMENT
TO ESCAPE CELEBRATE AND HEAL
FOR HORRIFIC TERRORISM ACTS
WONT EVER MAKE MANKIND KNEEL
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
THE WORLD TODAY IS SHATTERED AND TORN
DEATH IS ALL AROUND US TERRORISM IS BORN
WE MUST FIGHT THIS SCOURGE UNTIL WE WIN
DEDICATION TO OUR TASK IS WHERE LIFE WILL BEGIN
THE PEOPLE AROUND US MUST BE PROTECTED
FROM THIS SLOW MOVING CREEPING DISEASE
COUNTRIES ALL BAND TOGETHER AND FIGHT THIS FOE
LIKE A COOL CALM AND RELENTLESS BREEZE
SWEEPING ACROSS DESERTS AND OUR FALLEN CITIES
BRINGING WITH THEM A UNITED AND STRONG VOICE
WE MUST DESTROY THE DEMON WE KNOW AS TERROR
FOR MANKIND'S FUTURE THERE IS NO CHOICE
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC
Soldiers of Peace march on
Have no enemies
Just hearts and souls to win over.
See no divisions
Between race or creed
Or whatever.
Engage with people.
Listen and understand
Where they are coming from.
Unite us all:
The human race –
Life Forms everyone.
Have that discipline
Of the best army
In the world
But channel everything
Into peace
And Love.
Stand together
For The Common Good.
Paul Butters
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
ONE LAST TIME
We bring the cup back home
for those
who will never
come home.
"We played for the people who had died!"
Pogba avows.
An absence in the heart.
The memory of her laugh.
Her smile
in a photograph.
She, so much
there but not there.
The unbearable presence
of loss.
From a pop concert
to a football final
Death walks
amongst our ordinary lives.
"MANCHESTERMANCHESTERMANCHESTER!"
the crowd chants
"WE'ILL NEVER DIE!"
Here even in the kick of a ball
the defiant gesture.
We bring the cup back home
for those
who will never
come home.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
Those who have lost their battles,
They'll be fine from now on.
They're up high in their castles,
For their life down here is gone.
Just keep flying up, Angels.
You'll be right where you belong.
Thank you for everything, Angels.
The trip won't be that long.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
Broken minds
Broken bodies
Broken art
Broken girl
What is the point of laughing anymore?
Dresden fires
Hiroshima pyres
Twenty two dead in Manchester
Twenty two dead in Manchester
Is it really true?
Is it really true?
Broken religion
Broken borders
Broken trust
Broken girl
What is the point of living anymore?
Planes and skyscrapers
Harbor infamy invaders
The god of Abraham silently weeps
The god of Abraham silently weeps
Can he hear you?
Can he hear you?
Broken world
Broken God
Broken belief
Broken girl
What is the point of dying anymore?
Suicide bomber
Children ******
Thou shalt not ****
Thou shalt not ****
It's nothing new
It's nothing new
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
No way no how, I'll ever understand
how a message of violence
gets people, their wish, and/or demands
Religion used as a shield to destroy
I know, it's been done before
as Martyrs, they employ
I'll hold a candle high, shedding light
for those who see no more
great people of Manchester
open hearts and
open doors
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
I see the violence,
I hear no laughter,
It's all faith to capture;
I can feel the rapture,
Disaster another chapter,
Darkness within these walls,
a fall,
No more buildings too tall.
Fire choking the young,
It's only just begun.
There's no sun,
We hear a bomb,
Run,
Innocent children,
Deprived of fun,
Shrapnel flying everywhere,
Smoky air,
Streets are bare,
It's all despair,
I feel the Animosity,
Subconsciously,
Knowing I'm dead probably,
We do this to our society,
Because we have religion and rivalry,
Violently, involved yet independently,
You walk so silently,
Scared of your own shadow frightfully,
Tirelessly,
With your messed up psychiatry,
That’s irony.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC
OUR YOUNGER GENERATION ARE NOW THE TARGET
THEIR YOUNG LIVES ARE NOW LOST
THE TERRORISTS HAVE STRUCK AT A CONCERT
MANCHESTER NOW COUNTS THE COST
HOW CAN WE EXPRESS OUR THOUGHTS
TO THE PARENTS OF THESE CHILDREN
OUR HEARTS ARE TORN APART
THE TERRORISTS ARE ALWAYS HIDDEN
OUR HEARTS OUR THOUGHTS OUR LOVE
GO OUT TO THE YOUNG LIVES LOST
HOW CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THE MIND
OF A TERRORIST WHEN YOUNG LIVES ARE LOST
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
It's a small bar,
with old wooden tables
and no music:
I like to get a break sometimes
and I come here every Sunday
after my CBT sessions.
The waitress smiles.
She is Spanish too but
(it's that white mist
taking over my mind again)
I can't articulate
and I just speak English,
hoping she doesn't notice
my accent.
When she brings me
a dark decaf coffee,
even if I have asked
for a decaf tea,
and I taste it,
and it tastes horrible,
I lose balance and stumble
for a moment
("you are going to fail",
and "this is all your fault",
and "just let it go, don't move,
it'll pass").
It is such a small detail
in the grand scheme of things,
but this decaf coffee, this black mist,
makes me feel that
there is something wrong with me.
I look through the window:
across the road, a student residence,
all windows and shining glass.
A girl goes up the stairs
with a blue basket in her hands;
she is probably doing the laundry.
Another girl leans on the sill,
and smokes. I invent a life for them,
and it's a good life - a life to praise.
I want to go back to Uni, I think,
and for a moment I feel safe, and warm.
("Never mind,
I'm too old, after all").
I pay for the coffee and leave.
In two hours, she'll have clean clothes,
and I don't know where I'll be
(especially on days like these,
when my mind feels heavy,
and weak).
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
I am leaving this house,
where I once dreamed of a shared life,
shards of future reflecting the light,
telling me "you can do this, yes,
you can."
Somebody left;
the roots were shaken
but the tree still stands.
I am leaving this house,
this refuge, solid ground.
There was only a dark night;
it lasted for two weeks,
and I survived.
I am leaving this house.
(I didn’t sleep for two weeks,
that time, but it’s over now,
I am fine).
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
I live in this city alone.
It is always cloudy here.
It is cold and it rains all the time
but you could find love
if you wanted. That's what
I tell myself when I'm wet and cold
on a lonely street, walking home.
You could look through the window
of an old Victorian house and,
seeing a beautiful family
in a living room full of books,
think “this could be my family”.
Or, in another reality, “that
could be me, as a child or, maybe
one day, as a father”.
The city has no limits;
take advantage,
this could be your land.
You could call this city home,
bend it to your will
if you wanted to.
Take this city in your hands
and squeeze it.
Forge a big heart out of it
or some wings.
Just give it a chance,
it’s not too late
and you still need to get home
and it's ****** raining
again.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 5:56 AM UTC
on the platform
a girl drops a pink tissue
and it lies there,
all scrunched up like a rose
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 8:06 AM UTC