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Friday 1 March 2024

'PIS%ED!' a poem by Ryan B Oxley

This is my first published attempt at poetry. It's about being drunk, enjoying being drunk, but you've that pit to the stomach feeling that you know how vile it is, but you drink anyway. Do let me know what you think;

Pissed at the bus stop,

Drunk in the rain,

Sunk by that last drop,

Pissed in the rain

Pissed on the hard stuff,

Pissed to the last,

Pissed by that last drop,

Drinking to the past.

Drunk at the bus stop,

Pissed in the rain,

Sunk by that last drop,

Drinking all the same.

Pissed at the bus stop,

Pissed in the rain,

Just missed my last stop,

That last drop,

never again.

If you like this, you can find more of my writing at https://ryanoxleywriter.blogspot.com/

Thursday 1 February 2024

The Breadlines Back In Fashion

A poem by Ryan B Oxley

The breadlines are back in fashion,
Foodbank beans and cup-a-soup passions,
Queues at the bus stop,
Poundland passions,
Everyone is skint,
Cos' the breadlines back in Fashion!

The breadlines back in fashion,
Cost-of-living, closed shops,
No jobs, no luck, and no compassion,
Everyone is skint,
Cos' the breadlines back in Fashion!

The breadlines back in fashion,
Foodbank beans and cost-of-living rations,
Queues at the dole club and Primark passions,
Everyone is skint,
Cos' the breadlines back in Fashion!

A poem inspired by Sheffield City Centre, and the words of Doctor John Cooper Clarke

Written by @rybazoxo
more words on www.ryanoxleywriter.blogpost.com

Friday 31 March 2023

A Container Park In Sheffield Town - A Poem About Sheffield's Container Park

''A Container Park In Sheffield Town''

On Friday night (4th of November 2022), I took a trip to Sheffield to attend a gig at Sheffield City Hall. Walking my way to the venue, I saw the ''Sheffield Container Park''. The council have spent a reported £446,000 on this thing, and it's an absolute eyesore! The cost hits home when you look around the city and see social depravity, poverty, homelessness, and pound shops galore.

I went to the gig to see punk poet legend (Dr) John Cooper Clarke and felt inspired enough to write this. It's off the cuff, speedily written, and is (I hope) a nod to JCC's socially intelligent style. Incidentally, I love Sheffield. I know it can do better than this!;

A Container Park that sits in town,

Rank commercialism for half a million pounds,

The homeless man sits nearby,

sipping cider to drown,

whilst the eyesore sits empty, and no one's around

A decadent town hall that sits in town,

that spent half a million pounds,

and no one goes down,

Overpriced food that could feed the poverty-stricken,

half a million quid and all it does is sicken.

A container park that sits in town,

local rags won't bring this down,

No writing about the council clowns,

whilst the poverty-stricken sink cider to drown.

Monday 7 November 2022

'A Container Park In Sheffield' a new poem by Ryan B Oxley

On Friday night (4th of November 2022), I took a trip to Sheffield to attend a gig at Sheffield City Hall. Walking my way to the venue, I saw Sheffield Container Park'. The council have spent a reported £446,000 on this thing, and it's an absolute eyesore. The cost hits home when you look around the city and see social depravity, poverty, homelessness, and pound shops galore.

I went to the gig to see punk-poet legend (Dr) John Cooper Clarke and felt inspired enough to write this. It's off the cuff, speedily written, and is (I hope) a nod to JCC's socially intelligent style. Incidentally, I love Sheffield. I know it can do better than this!;