Harold Pinter


Harold Pinter Poems

1. Cancer Cells 10/16/2015
2. God Bless America 12/29/2015
3. Weather Forecast 12/29/2015
4. Death May Be Ageing 12/29/2015
5. To My Wife 12/29/2015
6. Meeting 12/29/2015
7. After Lunch 12/29/2015
8. Ghost 12/29/2015
9. God 12/29/2015
10. Poem 12/29/2015
11. It Is Here 12/29/2015
12. He 12/29/2015
13. Romantic Ireland 12/29/2015
14. The Islands of Aran Seen from the Moher Cliffs 12/29/2015
15. I know the place 12/29/2015
16. The Old Days 12/29/2015
17. The Bombs 12/29/2015
18. Lust 12/29/2015
19. Laughter 12/29/2015
20. Paris 1/14/2014
21. I Saw Len Hutton In His Prime... 1/13/2003
22. The Ventriloquists 1/13/2003
23. Don'T Look... 1/13/2003
24. Restaurant 1/13/2003
25. Message 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Harold Pinter

Message

Jill. Fred phoned. He can't make tonight.
He said he'd call again, as soon as poss.
I said (on your behalf) OK, no sweat.
He said to tell you he was fine,
Only the crap, he said, you know, it sticks,
The crap you have to fight.
You're sometimes nothing but a walking shithouse.

I was well acquainted with the pong myself,
I told him, and I counselled calm.
Don't let the fuckers get you down,
Take the lid off the kettle a couple of minutes,
Go on the town, burn someone to death,
Find another tart, giver her some hammer,
Live while you're young, until it ...

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Cancer Cells

'Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die' - nurse, Royal Marsden hospital

They have forgotten how to die
And so extend their killing life.
I and my tumour dearly fight.
Let's hope a double death is out.
I need to see my tumour dead
A tumour which forgets to die
But plans to murder me instead.

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