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Joe Enright

My name is Joe Enright, I'm a thirty year old engineer living in Newcastle Upon Tyne. I've lived in the UK now for 6 years. I took up writing songs when I was 17 and my poetry is an off shoot of that. I write about what's on my mind, sometimes dark stuff and some times lighter.

Friend

Friend, I need your hand for times are hard and I can't make it on my own.
Friend, I need your hand for times are plentiful and I want to share.
Friend, I need your hand for times are to be spent hand in hand.
Friend, I need your hand for time's past and I can no longer make it on my own.
Friend, I need your hand, but you are gone and the times I held your hand are now memories.
Good Bye My Friend.

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My Doubt

Get up and move you oaf.
Get up and fulfill your desires.
Get up and take what is yours you half hearted rebel.
Get up and do it, whatever it is, at least you'd feel something!
Get up you idiot and shake off the doubt in your head and heart and release the fear that is bred into you, the dread eating into you and move!
Get up you malingerer, you procrastinator, you lazy good for nothing, useless waste of everyone's time and energy.
Get up and move on, save everyone's tears for someone worthy.
Get up and just do something to get rid of the weight between your skull and brain, the constant nagging doubt of self and others.
Get up and scream, drown out the sound of your own mind talking itself out of getting up and moving.
Get up, realise that the fear of failing is worse than the failure itself.
Get up, realise that the only failure is not to get back up

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For you are the one

For you are the one in my mind.
Really, you are the one in my mind,
Universally speaking, you are the centre.
Standing on a pedestal, lights gentle on your skin.
There is no other that evokes in me this desire.
Royalty is what you are to me.
Adversaries fall at my feet when you are the prize.
Threats are not taken lightly and attacked without mercy.
Every day is for you and I, no other there shall be.
Death will part us, which is the only power that may.

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Fear

I've inherited the fear of my father. I know I have for as I grow older I look more like him than ever. I act more like him than ever. I drown out the thoughts of this with drink to alter my mood. I become strong, fearless, an uncontrollable man that the system cannot hope to stop. A man, that will stand up for himself and fight. A man, first and foremost that knows his own mind.
 
In my natural state I am a shell that can be recognised as a man. I act like a man; I own a house, a car, and go to work in the morning. I am educated, albeit by accident rather than design. I read literature of various levels. I appear well informed; at least I would suggest so to myself. I laugh loudly and smile often; at what I do not know. I am particularly self-critical and analyse myself deeply. I suppose some might see me as weird. I am certainly unconventional.
 
I've inherited the fear of my father, which may be my undoing, as it was his.

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Submission Guidelines: Poems of no more than 30 lines in length each will be considered.