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Welcome to Granty’s Scouse Pie - a look at Liverpool life. I welcome your views, and your poems and I will review every one. I am currently working on my debut poetry book called Deluded and I will be featuring some extracts in this fab Blog. And I will have regular moans – something I want to get off my chest - and if you have anything you want to share then leave a comment using the "Comments" box at the bottom of each entry.
Posted by Peter Grant on February 23, 2007 5:52 PM | Permalink
One situation that really irritates me is early morning rail travel when you are queuing for a ticket and some clown is renewing a Zone pass.
I believe that people should be banned from doing this until after the rush hour.
They should put up a poster informing people that ONLY after 10 am can such passes be renewed.
Why hold up decent commuters struggling to get tio work on time..
Not fare, indeed.
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Dirty Old River
I saw a picture just the other day
and it chilled me down to my soul
It was a picture of my hometown
around twenty years ago
The sky was dead and the mood was black
the walls, they were falling down
And in the fine detail on the faces of the people
I could see despair all around
I walked around the old docks yesterday
And heard the gosts of redundancy
Their whispers made me feel so scared for my future
And that of my unborn family
The sky was full and the mood was greed
and the walls were daubed with hollow boasts
And in the fine detail down the tunnels of my mind
All I could think about was after the goldrush
Dirty Old, Dirty Old River
As black as night and cold as a shiver
I never liked the 80s my friends
And I won't go back there again
Cause I grew-up in a town
That the 80s killed stone dead
It's waking up now and looks a lot healthier
But I fear for what's coming next
If someone reads these words in 20 years time
What will my hometown look like then?
Dirty Old, Dirty Old River
As black as night and cold as a shiver
I feel the pull of that Dirty Old River
Just wanna' go down that Dirty Old River
As black as night and cold as a shiver
Posted by: Alanio | February 28, 2007 1:30 PM
Lynne machray wrote...
Granty you are a joy to read ,the moans and groans set me up for the day.Would love to see more poetry please,oh and my husband can be a right grumpy ***
Posted by: Lynne machray | February 27, 2007 11:33 AM