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TESTT (Durham): April 12th

The New Adelphi (Hull): April 15th

Workshop Theatre (Leeds): April 17th

Hydra Bookshop (Bristol): April 18th

Derby Theatre: April 20th

Harrogate Theatre: April 24-25th

Ovalhouse (London): April 26-28th


London Book Launch at Ovalhouse, April 26th

York Book Launch at All Saints Church, April 29th

Small Fry DIY, Warrington, 2nd May

Spoken Weird, Halifax: 3rd May

Born Lippy, Newcastle 9th May

Shaken In Sheep Town, Skipton: 10th May

Find The Right Words, Leicester : 16th May

Queenie’s Coffee Nights, Huddersfield: 21st May

Gong Fu Poets, Coxhoe: 31st May

Verse Matters, Sheffield: 7th June

Slam Dunk, Hastings: 28th June

Word Club, Leeds: 29th June

Poetry Jam, Durham: 4th October

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Raising The Game

Put away your white flags, you won’t be needing them anymore
tonight we’re seeding dreams and reaping what we sow
Yesterday was important Because yesterday is gone and done
We learned our lessons & we’re coming back top of the class
Gentlemen, we can rebuild ourselves learning from the past
Find your weapon, find your target and then take your aim
It’s time we got down to business and began to Raise The Game
Put a post-it note on your fridge that reads:  “Don’t forget to kick it over”
Send yourself a text message saying:  “Just because I fight doesn’t mean I’m a soldier”
Make yourself a promise, right now, that if you notice yourself getting colder the older as you grow
You’ll defrost yourself with very little cost by returning to what you truly know
That this world isn’t nearly colourful enough, that this world is minutes from decay
That this world isn’t nearly bold enough, and this what we all stand up and say:
We’re raising the game

Barricades can be built quickly
But ideas don’t always get erected so swiftly
Fears are born from lives trapped in concrete
Regrets often pass far too freely
Sunsets don’t always mean it’s the end of the day
All bets are off in a crisis
What’ll they do when ten tonnes of human soul comes crashing down
We bite the hand that feeds us because we’re sick of the same old gruel
Armouries are stacked with poems and songs, we're ambassadors of the New
We’re Raising The Game

Grab that magic potion, grab your spinach, grab your black flags and grab your red
Grab your paint pots, grab your stencils, grab your pens and grab your paper pads
Grab your guitars and harmonicas and get your plectrums at the ready
With a poem and a song we’ll hold this course steady
Grab your friends, grab your family, grab yourself, just don’t turn up empty-handed
Bring your mind, bring your soul, bring your passion and your-get-up-and-go
Grab your banners and placards but what’s more remember we’re not fighting a battle
We’re winning a war

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