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Lyric Poetry<\/strong><\/p>\n I met a traveller from a land Down Under, who said: <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Andy Bennett<\/strong> is a poet and performer. He likes history and tries not to be too serious. He has performed at poetry nights, comedy nights, and festivals across the country, and even once took an anarchic puppet show to Finland for some reason. www.andybennettpoet.co.uk <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lyric Poetry I met a traveller from a land Down Under, who said: \u201cWhat passing-bells for those who die With the lights out? It\u2019s less dangerous Where Angels fear to tread. I grow old, I grow old, O sweet child o\u2019 mine! I want a Hero; an uncommon want: He\u2019s gotta be […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5273","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5273","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5273"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5273\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5283,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5273\/revisions\/5283"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5273"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5273"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5273"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u201cWhat passing-bells for those who die
\nWith the lights out? It\u2019s less dangerous
\nWhere Angels fear to tread.
\nI grow old, I grow old, O sweet child o\u2019 mine!
\nI want a Hero; an uncommon want:
\nHe\u2019s gotta be strong, and he\u2019s gotta be bold,
\nAnd he\u2019s gotta be Tyger Tyger burning bright.
\nHail to thee, blithe Poker Face painted on the wall
\nLooking as if she were alive, yeah I\u2019m still alive.
\nWhoa, I\u2019m still alive! If I should die, think only this of me:
\nI get knocked down, but I get up again \u2013
\nYou\u2019re never gonna keep
\nThe pockets of our greatcoats full of barley.
\nWe all stand together, killing in the name
\nOf cannon to the left of ’em,
\nCannon to the right of ’em,
\nHere I am, stuck in the middle with
\nThe finest minds of my generation.
\nShanti Shanti Chantilly lace, and a pretty face
\nAnd look on my works, ye mighty, and jump around.\u201d<\/p>\n