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Steven Harris Poems
A Council Estate
Fag ends fill the road empty cider bottles across the green the glow of the street lamps fill the street with a sunset shine as it bounces back
Like Every Other Street
Just anouther street in the city all the occupents hide behind their curtains all hid away and render themselves invisable making no contact
A Summers Estate.
When the summer sun is in the sky and a cool breeze brushes by the trees all the uglies come out and play on park benches drinking cheap cider and smoking crappy fags
Dont regret dont ever let your mind hang on to the past always move forward always look ahead
Fed up of this fed up of stupid people fed up surrounding myself with idiots always bitching at each other
I'm invisible to them they don't see me they don't really here me they don't like me
Drunk writing is the best it takes the edge off everything writing while not being able to see writing while not being able to speak
Red Hair Girl
There's nothing like a red headed girl standing at the bar ordering a drink next to me flamed haired wonder
Too Damn Scared.
This man here, me this man sitting on this bed this man, me drinking the same old beer
Words Cant Hide Forever.
Dont rush let it build up let all that anger fill your bones let your face burn
I Hate Saturdays.
Saturdays are the worst it moves so slow annoying children run up and down the street screaming that makes the birds fly away
When your young you have dreams but as you get older it always goes out the window you find other passions other dreams
Poeple Have Everything.
Poeple have everything Car, house, money, job, a partner Yet everything is a problem They bitch and moan about everything
That Beautiful Girl.
Standing at the bar she walks in through the door i've seen her so many times in here before but i've never said a word
Comments about Steven Harris
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
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(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
A Council Estate
Fag ends fill the road
empty cider bottles across the green
the glow of the street lamps fill the
street with a sunset shine as it bounces back
from the fallen rain
broken glass on the pavement from a
smashed up black bmw
the loud chants and screeches from the park
from eccentric teenagers
sirens from afar fill the night air
blue lights rush by from time to time
and light up the estate like lightning
music from the council house across the
reggae, soul and gangster rap
the loud chants of drunkards spill out
from the open windows