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 WATERLOO TAXI RANK Horns playing in the background As the people mill around Cameras they are flashing In tune with the funky sounds Graffiti on the walls Expressing urban views Spray-paint pictures Depicting local news Girl in the picture looking away Man on the train alone and afraid Young lady holding paint brushes sitting on a wall A man wearing a skirt showing all No one is standing there with a smile Coloured soup cans fluorescent with style What does it matter as long as it provokes a thought? Soon to be washed away and never bought Tension pain sorrow and fun Expressing the now the joy of a home run Tomorrow another picture will appear Showing life making the world clear DAVID ROBERTS MAY08 Happy Mothers Day 2nd March Show your mum you care, a mother doesn’t have to be the one that gave you birth! There are lots of women and even some men fulfilling these roles for one reason or another. If taking her out to eat try E10 an excellent place to go great surroundings, and excellent staff. Children are catered for very nicely. If you are treating mother at home then spoil her with a taste of the Caribbean from T’s Deli. Various delicious meals and deserts are on offer, with helpful staff to assist you. I love my mummy Jaime age 2 My mum is so special because she makes my dinner & buys me loads of stuff to wear. Abbie-Rose age 8 My mum is special because she loves me and she cares for me when anything happens. Jessica Sky age 9 My mum is so special because she gives me whatever I want. She is a super star and is always there for me, and whenever I am stuck she always helps me Leena Marwat age 9 My mum always makes dinner and washes my clothes and helps me with my homework. Dylan age 8 Being a mum is the best in the world Barbara I love my mum because she’s always there for me. She is my hero as well as my super star. SO MY MUM IS THE BEST!! Laeeka age 11 I love my mummy because she cares for me, she tells me off at times when I am naughty, but I still love her. Brendan age 8 I love to watch my children sleep I enjoy watching them grow I take please in their company and I hope they enjoy mine too Being a mother is not easy; I’m always learning something new But it is well worth the effort! As most of you mums know  59 Published in Sept/Oct 2007 Years old, married with two children & one grandchild, but another due in November! Born in Ilford, but moved to Essex Road, Leyton in 1956, where my dad (86 years young) still resides. Married to Glynis in 1974 @ St. Paul’s Church in Essex Road, which was demolished & is now part Barclay Nursery & part Cornerstone centre. I have lived in Chesterfield Road since 1981, so am very much a Leyton man, although I work as an Administration Manager for a Dutch-owned company in Brentwood, Essex. I have always loved sport, especially cricket & football. As a boy, I vividly remember walking down to the county ground in the High Road to watch Essex, as until the late 1960’s this was their main home ground. I have supported Leyton Orient since my dad first took me to Brisbane Road in 1957, so vividly remember the promotion to Division 1 in 1961-62 & of course all the relegations since then!! I played Hockey for the Old Loughtonians for over 30 years, ending up in the veterans & finally retiring 3 years ago – age having finally caught up with me. My great passion is Amateur Theatre & I am a member of local drama groups, Wadham Players & Global Theatre Company and have just returned from a great week performing at the famous Minack Theatre in Cornwall. Having lived in the same house for over 25 years, I have of course, seen a number of changes. It is true to say that 25 years ago, I knew most of the people in the surrounding houses, but now, I only know my next door neighbours; that is perhaps the saddest aspect, and I feel that we are now living in our own little “boxes”, instead of a community or neighbourhood. On the plus side, Chesterfield is a nice quiet road, with very little (if any) crime & the only problems we have is finding somewhere to park in the evening, as our road get lots of visitors’. As an AmDram enthusiast, I am appalled by the fact that our borough of Waltham Forest has no theatre space, of any kind; all we have is the odd council run hall, which are so expensive to hire, as to make it absolutely impossible for a small drama group with no funding to be able to put on a show. The council then close the halls (Chingford Assembly Hall, Lloyd Park etc), due to lack of use!!! Surely, it would not be impossible to build a multi-use space to exhibit & develop all the diverse cultural activities that abound in the borough, thus helping to foster an understanding of these different cultures & help make us a “community”, rather than a lot of different “communities!”
|  Blowing It by Claude Fontanelle Issue 7 - Sept/Oct 2007 When you’re lying in your lonely bed Knocking the truth in your confused head Just think twice over what you did What was done and what was said Did he promise never to leave Or was that just a myth You wanted to believe Was he using you or were you using him? Was he taking advantage or just giving in? If he won’t have a thing to do with you Who’s laughing? Who’s crying? Who’s fooling whom? Ask for love but don’t expect to get it It’s better to live life to the full, not regret it The selfishness you accuse of him Might sometimes be your own unspoken sin Who’s taking advantage? Who’s given in? So don’t run around shouting ‘he did me wrong’ If he’s no longer with you He never did belong For more poetry, an autographed work or to book a performance from the author please http://raggazine.wetpaint.com/page/Ninth+Night Or email: cfontanelle@mail.com | |||||
| Type your photo caption or credit here. |  Their World by Saira Ahmed Issue 8 Nov/Dec 2007 We feed the animal that is within us We feed the hunger through others weakness slowly picked, slowly grafted Blinded by the 'world' that's crafted trusting media, the telly, the radio Brains storing false hopes and news making no room for an opinion or voice Leaving us without the freedom of choice The more we get, the more we want The more we make, the more we take Our spirits and passions are dying inside Afraid of being the one to confide Open your eyes to see the masked affairs Open your ears to hear that silent cry Lend your hand to the innocent that falls Seal the lies when they do call Being afraid is something we fear Trusting and believing will never compare Let the world teach you things as we are nothing but guests War, poverty, power, control all needs to be at rest for more info or poetry contact saira by email on arias@hotmail.co.uk | |||||
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