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The city that calls my name,
But don’t worry it’s not very lame.
The busy streets,
You will find many treats.
In the beautiful city of London.

Although the weather is poor,
London is not a bore.
However the shops are tremendous,
And definitely not horrendous.
In the beautiful city of London.

London is a pleasure,
No other places can reach the measure.
All the buildings are very tall,
And don’t deserve to be small.
In the beautiful city of London.

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It’ll be over by Christmas, they all said

As the suffering soldiers brawled and bled,

Yet still, a thought running through their head,

Of course, it'll be over by christmas.

He drove all day, in the postman's van,

Now writing letters, with shaking hands,

Until one day, he no longer can,

But still, it’ll be over by christmas.

She waits at home, “he's coming back”

Till she gets a box. With an army backpack.

A letter of apology, the time of death.

It’ll be over by christmas.

So with the shells, and foreboding gas,

We lay, stock still, among the poppies and grass

Anyways, it’ll be over by christmas

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We are running out of time,
Global temperature is starting to climb.
The ice is melting. The seas are rising.
And although we are minimising
The damage, we are running out of time.

Eco-systems are breaking down.
We are causing cities to choke and drown.
We realised far too late
That our world might end at a sooner date.
We are running out of time.

If we could all come together
And stop the changing weather,
If we could talk about what we need
And make changes we might just succeed,
But we are running out of time

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This is my life of ups and downs
My minute human body has hatched,
As my bright cobalt eyes flicker and become unlatched.
A deafening cry of awe and aspire,
As I discover a new world to admire

My hands and legs growing by the hour,
And my brain is starting to scour.
Thoughts filling my mind like waterfalls,
But my wonder starts to stall !
This is my life of ups and downs.

A clockwork of thoughts run through my mind,
But sorrowful thoughts are all I find!
But then it stops. My heart begins to become blocked,
My life has suddenly been transferred to the clouds and docked.
This is my life of ups and downs.

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Let's not worry about Brexit.
After all, at this rate, we may never exit.
Yes, the politicians are a bit gormless,
but by December 12th they'll be jobless;
so no need to worry about that.

It appears no one can get us a deal:
did you know Parliament gets free meals?
Perhaps they could give them the kids who don't get those ideals.
anyway, Let's not worry about Brexit.

maybe the pound will weaken,
but hope and peace shall be our beacon;
and it might be the start of WW3,
but maybe in 5 years we'll all be free
as we'll finally have a deal on which we can agree, so
Let's not worry about Brexit.

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Crawl away, from screams and shouts,
And into corners of damp and drought.
Spin a net of purest silk,

Then broken. Not a second of guilt.
creatures can be caught within your labyrinth.

You can try to hide in the dark,

But you can be burned in a single spark.
By the fear of those that fear you
So you crawl away.

Some speak of your malicious intent,
Not of the promise you present.
You catch many in the smallest snare,
With a web that hangs lighter than air.
Into which, you crawl away.

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How long left until time runs out?
We wait brave faced, just standing about,
Until it’s ‘over the top!’ the cry comes clear
And we all scramble over, full of fear.
The enemy seeming unbearably near.

How long left? A second, an hour?
Faced with death and robbed of power.
Yet sprinting forward with no hesitation,
Carrying the fate of an entire nation,
And that helpless, desperate, ominous sensation.

I think of my my mother, my father, my brother,
And how they will have to take care of each other,
When I’m lost, failed at my endeavour,
The bullets deadly; hitting whoever,
How long left until I’m gone forever?

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The death of the country.
The public feed lies,
By politicians with hollow eyes.
The country. Divided in half,
While the EU sit back and laugh.

Blue and yellow, the flag waves proudly.
While thousands of people protest in the streets loudly;
Objecting what’s to come,
The death of the country

Everyday, the situation gets worse,
While politicians sit in the House of Commons and curse.
Politicians, reassuring the public of what they do not know,
While the golden stars on the EUs flag glow.
One things for sure on January the 31st,
The death of the country.

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Now we rise, like slaves in bondage
We were squished under their thumb
To ancestors, we pay homage
Now they’re weak, our time has come

They slaughtered her. The knife dug in,
Mauling her gorgeous, chocolate skin
The floor that held my mother’s blood
Will spur me on as I fight through mud
Now we rise

I lived my life in fear and pain
But now I know what power lies
My army have not died in vain
Beneath my hands, her spirit flies
This magic cannot be contained
They tried to bury us, now we rise

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They said it wouldn’t be that long,
That we would never be alone,
That we would fight, so brave and strong,
That we’d get hurt, but we’d not moan.

And then you’re here. Death all around,
He smiles down at the battle below,
As we wait, for that fated sound,
Of a lucky bullet, and a cry of no.
They said.

But Yes- we’re here, we can’t escape,
Our friends will die, leaving us alone,
Their deaths marked only by that cursed shape,
Until we die. In pain. Unknown.
They said.

And now we fight, for pride and glory.
Because we forgot what they said.

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“The war to end all wars” they said

And were naively believed

By those who are now “honourably” dead

Never knowing they were deceived

“It will be over by Christmas” they said

Wars are fuelled with promised glory

To those who died in failure

“The war to end all wars” they said

With patriotic frenzy war is sold

They needn’t make their world a battlefield

Ever think they are deprived of their right of growing old?

But all they said was. “The war to end all wars”.

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Make America Great again

Was the glorious campaign

To save our country from crime,

From them, with all of their filth and grime,

And all of the us treated them with disdain.

Her emails got leaked, it caused such a stain

On her reputation, what a pain, what a pain

Lock her up was our common rhyme

Yet all the while his crime rate did climb

Make America Great Again

Look where we are now. Kids protest in vain,

“Our schools aren’t safe” and see a bloodstain,

The crime didn’t decline

And we’re not in peace time

Make America Great Again

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The art of persevering, despite how challenging it may prove,
Is simple -in sudden thought- yet uncommonly construed.
Stumbling from failure to failure; in constant unrest,
Yet persisting through it leads to great success,
Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat to conclude.

Because giving up increases the opportunities you may lose,
So, my friend, carry one. Stay on the move.
If you lose motivation then ensure you reflect,
The art of persevering.

Hold your head up high, do not tolerate the abuse.
For after this, we can only improve.
Persevering only has one request,
Continue forth in high zest.
Then you’ll learn, after forgetting your blues,
The art of persevering.

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How can we go? We are stuck here,
We are cold, scared and afraid,
We are tired, hungry and sad,
We are telling you war is bad,
How can we go?

Do we have to fight and get shot,
But even then will that be enough,
Our will we be shot anyway,
As we left our post un manned,
How can we go?

Many die by being shot,
As their bodies are left to rot,
We see their cold lifeless bodies,
As poppies start to grow,
How can we go home?

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Autumn. When the trees

Discard their leaves

Which gracefully drift down,

Covering the ground with hues of red

Orange, gold and brown.

Autumn. The ineffable season after summer

When the days become shorter,

The weather becomes cold and bitter

And the grey sky pours with rain.

The smell of smoke in the cool air

And trees with branches that are bare.

The sound of crisp leaves crackling

And twigs, under footsteps, snapping.

Hedgehogs burrow under piles of leaves

When it is autumn.

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This festive time of year
This annual month full of cheer
Thoughtful toys gift wrapped and given
A wondrous snowy landscape like heaven

Cosy in a blanket, next to the warming fire
For it to always be wintertime is my one desire
Walking down snowy streets, icy to the bone
Watching Elf, The Grinch, Polar Express and Home Alone
This festive time of year

The ornate and decorative lights on Oxford street
Roast dinner, mince pie, hot chocolate and lots of treats
Sleigh bells ringing and going to winter wonderland in Hyde Park
The choirs have now stopped singing. Now starts a New Years spark
This festive time of year

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The wave stood still.
Standing on that beach I saw
A wave advancing to the shore.
It‘s white frothy crust soon to break,
So huge it’s appearance seemed fake.

Passing young boys on their swim,
The wave seemed to be closing in.
Picking up fish as it sped on,
Yet the wave stood still.

It had only one goal:
To kill, destroy all in its path,
To pinch up all life within its grasp,
To prowl the sea and hunt its prey,
'Till it's death. All life is in its range.
Still the wave stood still.

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As swift as the setting sun, the planet is warming,
Columns of smoke, flying, soaring.
Aches and grones from a falling tree.
Icy deserts abound the sea,
Slowly retreating, unlike the heat.

A new continent  made of plastic,
Many would hardly call it fantastic.
But wait, this only gets worse,
As oil spreads like a curse.
As swift as the setting sun, we are killing  Earth.

And what can we do, those of us who know.
The people who lived so long ago.
They have seen the animals come and go.
But most of all they know those of us who stole the show.
As swift as the setting sun, soon there will be no one to remember, those creatures of long ago.

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They don’t know what I’ve done,
My treacherous crime.
They don’t know I don’t deserve the time,
I need to forget. To rid myself of the guilt,
To go back to the live I have built.
To the life that they see, the one that hides me.

I hear the whispers,
I know they’ll be gone in winter.

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How can we ignore the truth, the unfathomable beauty,

I see your disgust and hatred,

I am alive but lifeless. Staring into oblivion I see

her through rose tinted glass, I hide, separated,

How can we ignore the truth.

I awake, realising the pure and sacred light,

Shivering, I listen to birds’ perfect cacophony,

The burnt orange sphere of fire ascends once more, so bright,

I gaze into this miraculous infinity, engulfed by time and mystery,

How can we ignore the truth.

I beg, I beg you, please remember through your cries,

They may laugh but I surrender,

Sunflowers will rise through the darkness and lies,

How can we ignore the truth.

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once there was a diamond who lived as a rose

her second, a pearl who refused to let go

she whispered “I’ll be back soon” what a lie

waiting in the garden made spinel cry

her family mourned, thought her dead

from blue’s eyes, constant tears were shed

6000 years still not done

but now they’re after the son

of a diamond who lived as a rose

pearl had no choice, orders obeyed,

to never speak a word, even after the fray,

not a fusion or trapped, honing, a power all his own

he’s not his mother, the secrets are blown,

of a diamond who lived as a rose

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The leaves must fall, to and frow,
as people leave and seasons go
colours fade and days grow darker,
clocks rewind as an autumn marker
Dark. Don't mislead day for night.

Days are shorter, more like hours,
for clouds float low with gloomy powers,
the air is calling; not spring not winter,
fire of light when dark gets bitter.
The leaves must fall.

For once when we felt the summer warm,
the leaves must fall for the summer before,
for when there's warm, there's always cold,
so for time to tick and months unfold,
The leaves must fall.

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Chaos was all I could see,
People dashing down the stairs,
The dark mist engulfing me,
The towers collapsing as synchronised pairs,
All a corrupt dystopia - a horrific reality.

My eyes lingered upon the burning bodies left behind,
Innocent lives disappearing before me,
And only one word invaded my mind,
Chaos.

As I reach the ground floor,
The  high pitched ringing of sirens pierce my ears,
Traumatising sights of blood and gore,
My vital senses getting weaker and weaker,
But all I could remember was,
Chaos.