First

Poetry is the human soul inwards,
The inner self scribed onto paper
And laid out for all to see,
Vulnerability and joy intertwined in desperate letters,
That cry out to the world, 'This! This is me!

Danica

Second

'Tomorrow'
Tomorrow's never here
it always runs away
every time I catch it
it always says it's called today

Hannah

Third

There was a young lady from Woking
Who danced in a way quite provoking
In the Town Square light
She danced all night
But it rained, she ended up soaking.

anon

' and these are all the others

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Arts for Woking
Straight to you

Keith

As the days shorten
Tables in Mercia Walk
Arts Council Showcase

Kevin

Woking has more than one alien.
The first Nepalese yeti lives in Knaphill.

Raj Chhetri (Woking One World)

Surrounded by estate agents and coffee shops
This idea catches me on the hop
As I write this piece in the sun in Woking town
Without a frown.

Jon Andrews (Radio Wey)

I have a birthday soon
70? It's not all gloom and doom.
I'd rather be here than on the moon.
Smile!!

Katherine x

Writers Circle ' Mercia Walk
Passersby who stop to talk
August sunlight slips through glass
The man next stall ' his skirt of grass

Phil

(Note: the next stall was Woking Amateur Operatic Society, WAOS, promoting their new production, 'South Pacific', hence')

Come to the Rhoda
South Pacific is the show
All will want to go

Keith

Music laughter songs
Enjoy the emotion with
Lei around your neck

Cathy

Grass skirts and garlands
South seas lapping Woking's shore
I blame the sat-nav.

Greg

Calm down and get the beers in,
Don't look for my wallet as you're payin'.

Matt Smith (NOT 'the Doctor', he claimed)

In Woking there's an alien
Thought up by H.G. Wells
It isn't aluminium
I think it's stainless steel.

Anon

Thank you
Beautiful Jesus
May I be
Beautiful too

David

Praise the lord
(unknown?)

A grey day
A break in the showers
of sunlight
Shorts on, polos out
In the suburb that time forgot

Eden

We speak a lot of languages in Woking
We're friendly and we love to have some fun
We speak in lifts, and chat when we are shopping,
And pass the time of day with anyone

Sharyn

All this will stop, when I can believe
that what's in my head, is what I perceive.
Perceptions depend on the life we have led,
so now this vicious circle, is what's in my head.

Nadine x

Woking's busy, full of life
Crime's not rife
There's little strife
leastways, says the wife.

Rob

Too few many last night,
Not feeling quite right,
Decidedly squiggly,
Legs feel wiggly,
But I'll be OK,
In my own special way.

Steph

Remembrance is the Golden Chain
That binds us till we meet again.

C Arsenie

You should always write about your pain
He said.
I think I'll call the NHS Dental health line
Instead.

Dave

As I walked around the town he grabbed me!
Could I pen a short poem, he asked me.
This is my effort for what it's worth
What it's about I have no idea on Earth.

Valerie

Erasing all perceived judgement
by fundamentally changing people's
mindsets

Dan

I persuaded a lady from Poland
To write a poem in Polish
She said I haven't the heart
But let's make a start
Hence a beautiful piece in her mother tongue

anon