Tag: poem
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The Window of Notice
By Mark Quinn I notice the damage in the world,I notice the boy and girl dying in the street,I notice the forest leaves beneath my feet,I look out my window at the seasons that pass,I notice the dew upon the grass,I notice the celebrities talking shite,I notice the old people suffering their plightand the politicians
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Pints to Poems
Pints to Poems is filled with overone-hundred gritty, funnyand often sad poems. Rhymes, Haiku and a unique formof Mancunian poetry seal theflavour of this book being createdin the industrial North, with itsdrink, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. Manchester is not just a city,it’s a lifestyle! I am so pleased to announce that my best ever
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Hotspur Press
Poem by Mark Quinn Hotspur PressBy Mark Quinn Your brick presence, your iconic view,you’re not a person but you’re a Mancunian too.You opened your doors in the eighteen-hundreds and had Manchester folk working around the clock,with your rugged brick walls sitting on the banks of the River Medlock.You’ve been a cotton mill and a printing
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Mancunia TV
Bookmarkquinn (Mark Quinn) – Poet, Author & Spoken Word Artist Mark Quinn, widely recognized by his pen name Bookmarkquinn, is a poet, author, and spoken word artist based in Manchester, UK. With a style that marries vulnerability, grit, and humor, he describes his writing as “words; some from my heart and some from my arse.” That
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Twenty Two Angels
Poem by Mark Quinn I wrote this poem a few years ago about the sad news that happened in Manchester in 2017. Myself and Jeni still remember the time we heard about it and couldn’t believe it. Our hearts still go out to all involved and we will always remember. The Manchester Arena bombing, or Manchester Arena
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Sticks, Stones and Silent Scars
By Mark Quinn There’s that bell again, ringing in my ears—Sticks, stones, and silent scars,Ringing in my ears.Sitting under a tree, all alone,Watching the top guys on their throne.Wishing I could be a part—I don’t even know where to start.Lonely and alone,No company, even when I’m at home.My only friend is no action man,He’s not
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Life
Sometimes life can be really shit, you don’t want to hear everything will be alright, but it will be alright.I wrote this poem a year or two back, but life still keeps on throwing shit. I also did this futuristic poem to music and pictures. It is inspired by the future of AI and what
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The Steam Train
By Mark Quinn The Steam TrainBy Mark Quinn Sat on a steam train heading for hell,whilst I’m sat in my seat with stories to tell.My head overwhelming with visions of pain,while the black locomotive giant steam trainbelts down the track, sparks all ablaze.My mind and my vision stuck in this maze. The reality of life
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