Well I have always steered clear from writing too much on blogs as I just saw it as people needing to moan or just talk about themselves a lot.
I would like to apologise for this crude view as I have seen it do so much more, it can be used for fun, to exercise those personal demons and all sorts in fact it is a very useful tool.
Anyway my name is Danni Skerritt and I am a lesser known writer meandering from genre to different medium if it can be written I have tried it or am in the process of making it happen.
How I know my life's a failure
My phone remains unhacked
Or maybe no-one's told me yet
But if you see me grinning ear to ear
Know Scotland Yard just gave the word
Leading to inner raptures
'Companied by a-quickening stride
- spring in my step
Exultations! I'll have had a result
The compo's good
Pension? Who needs it!
Subtitle: When News is news
I haven't spoken to Rupert in ages
And I'm far from lacking in humility
as my former boss says
I now keep a low profile
As befitting my lifestyle
I'm at one with the hacked
A career move for some
That's paid off in so many ways
I drop in at police stations
Now and again
Such a pain
Talking to oinks on my need to keep silent
I wish not to
But to trumpet to the world
(Trumpet crumpet; yes all human life is here)
They Will Know
- as much as is legally possible
You get my meaning
My high-flying life is now becalmed
But yet, still
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Manchester's growth as the first industrial city is inextricably bound up with the slave trade. The cotton that fed Manchester's mills was slave picked cotton. I am looking for poems that can address this theme - head on, or obliquely! If you have such a poem let me know! peterkalu@gmail.com
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