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My first and only poem (until recently) written in 1988 when a Test Match between India and England was cancelled by India because the England Captain had once played in South Africa. Dutchy our dog at the time loved to watch TV so we made him an
Poetry | Updated Sep 9, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Sean Cleland
This is a poem about loss and the subsequent shift in one's reality.
Michael Fiotney is running away from the police because they think he commited a crime that he didn't commit.
He is also running away from the deadliest group in the world after he stole 1 cigarette from them, but the group don't want the cigarette, they want whats on it.
By Slender Smile
This was the article I posted on my Group when India won T20 last year.
What I have written here is what I had to face then.
I know its too late to publish it now but i wanted to do it.
The biggest piece of crap ever written.
Arnab is a young boy living in Kolkata, India. He loves gaming but hates studying. His parents always try to keep him glued to his books and studies, but he finds ways to continue his passion, gaming!!
By Mr Oakum
This poem I wrote in year 8 (during the late 1980's) after Australia reclaimed the Ashes (Cricket Trophy)and has only lost it once in the last 20 years. Just a side note to those who may be interested in cricket history, the first Australian team to tour England was in the late 1890's and was...
Poetry | Updated Dec 17, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
on November 21. Â© All rights reserved
Arrival of evenings darkness,
raising of the stage's curtain.
Sex, Drugs, Rock n Roll and the Far East. Running from a shady past of petty crime and debauchery and running from himself, Jet Blakk ends up in India on a mission to 'find himself'. Funny how time flies, yesterday he was 18, today 36, tomorrow game over. This a black comedy, psychedelic road...
It's the end of an era in the chess of sport,cricket; and fans are wearing black. Poetic tribute to 3 of the greatest the game will ever see.
Poetry | Updated Mar 3, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1