nothing in the rulebook
A collective of creatives bound by a single motto: There's nothing in the rulebook that says a giraffe can't play football!
Category: Poetry
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After reviewing Nick Brooks’s excellent book, Sexy Haiku, we’ve been reading and re-reading this extraordinarily erotic collection over and over, picking out the haiku that just stay with you, leaving you turning them over in your head throughout the day. Indeed, we’ve become a little obsessed with just how good this book is. In…
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I think I am, actually humble. I think I’m much more humble than you would understand. I do not have tiny hands. That is where I draw a line in the sand. Look at these hands. Are they small hands? I’m honoured to have the greatest temperament that anybody has. I have to start…
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Listen you mother fucker, There are no mixed messages. We are backed by everybody Even the haters and the losers Please don’t feel stupid or insecure I’ve never had any trouble in bed I always insist on being politically correct You have to treat women like shit I could be dating my daughter,…
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I am a great man, Big, big, big, The beauty of me is that I am very rich, And my fingers are long and beautiful, I have farmers coming up to me and kissing me, Smart strong guys love holding my hand, I live in the White House, It doesn’t matter what the media write,…
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English spelling is undeniably chaotic. There’s an exception to almost every rule, 26 letters have to do the job of around 44 phonemes, and ‘English’ is less its own language than a strange combination and mixtures of myriad other languages both ancient and modern. The linguistic fingerprints of thousands of people can be found everywhere…
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When the team here at Nothing in the Rulebook first launched our ‘Haikus for the NHS‘ poetry project at the turn of the year, we did so with a simple aim: to show our support, through art and creativity, for one of the UK’s most treasured institutions: the National Health Service. Quite simply, we have been blown…
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I Of the apple, rotten to its core Of gleaming realms decaying in the wake Of terror, mass-destruction, debt and war That then caused mankind’s foundations to shake. Of mistrust, fear, corruption and deceit; Of Earth and human nature, good and ill; Ten years of violence, crime, atrocious feats Committed by those who exploit…
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Cimarron 1930/31 Isaiah fans white folk from the ceiling, One nation indivisible – An empire pillared by pioneers Counting notches on their pistol grips… Time will mellow hearts Say: America Hide me in your love. Casablanca 1943 The speech of the refugee is the living breath. Let them speak of…
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A storm is brewing. See how the clear sky dims before the advance, A new wind blows, unheard in a lifetime of years, One to make the shutters dance; A storm that plays to people’s fears. A storm is brewing: One of our own making, One to shake windows to frost, Splinter the eaves,…
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A spring-time, fresh-faced joy. One of life’s wonders has appeared and is Here to stay. It comes in teardrops, or in smiles. In a gale of laughter, or a quiet giggle. In a hug, a sigh or nervous chatter. Or an argument so furious your heart aches. Some don’t believe in fairies but We know…
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