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Leanne Bridgewater

Hello there, I would love to be a flame of the Featured Poets 2007 fire. Let me blaze with you? I have wrote a little para' about me and after that three poems.
I'm glad I found you on the internet. I've read some top stuff on your site. Take care and chow for now. Would love to get a reply or a future in your world, Leanne

I stroll as Leanne Bridgewater, I thy lady child of 17 from Birmingham, UK. I believe life is all you need to feel alive and that you can only speak on behalf of yourself.

In my poetry I talk of  life the most - it's meanings, uses and activities, its expressions and how others react to them. I merge grammer problems and twisted lingo to inspire confusion leaving my rhyme state to come and goes as it pleases. I never take more than 20 minutes on a poem. I urge the random and notion. I love having time to think. As a child I thought too much so now I just kill my brain with alcohol to slow it down.

Thanks for reading about my life. Why not kill yourself reading my poetry or drop me a hello:
http://www.allpoetry.com/voodoospirit
http://www.leannebridgwater.moonfruit.com
leannebridgewater@hotmail.co.uk

Caption and King Hurt

You raise the two angry fists
shoot your buddy 'the world' in the foot
shoot yourself to smile
Loneliness is revealed through big brown eyes
of your own conscience and red eyes
they stand out from the traffic
Looks amongst could kill
talent
skill
enthrallment
this was your thrill
you'd earn your living and live your life
by rules that only rebels could subscribe to
Promises were deaths or drowns
hosted by water
Proms were when you took yourself into town
on a rampage
Scenile you made black and blue main colours
Future riot was in your own fists of anarchic hands

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R.E.M - Sound As Abstract

It's R.E.M when I take a moment out to listen
It's pain when I see the pain they're going through
as I take it in, as it moves through my ears
I reveal hurt and it's drawn out
God drew a crowd and we stood around to feel
for them
I couldn't get it through my head

The scars, the fragilism of it
...take me down instead.
It feels like I've been shot and they've
been shot with too many jabs.
They cry for euthanasia and I cry for them

It makes me sad and down to see the reality -
another hospital bed spare and another body is soon to be up for auction

It reminds me of charity, it reminds me of hurt
One day we'll all be as old, listening to the radio
...R.E.M plays - Everybody Hurts
I cry with them, the crowd, the listeners
can't they get therapy, happiness, kaemo?

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Workshop

Today of everyday
the tool of every garage
every breath a human takes and took
the world shook and spun
faster than you or I could

Each fix of dimension rattled the earth
an earthquake of hammer or
a screwdriver shower when the
screws rained
today of every day
is like furniture being made

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