Quiana

You came to us in bits, a crisis of your blood, somehow nothing fits, you make the claim, that words misunderstood, never reach the Pale, forget those yellow lists, they do no-one any good, chained by your kids, wait another day, give this life a plug, take them on holiday, simply do what we insist, it won’t drive you nuts, seize these days as gifts, you are not someone crazy, who gets a little overun, we cater for every taste, who needs a chorus ?

Patricia

Never stops for gain, every task in Lent, doesn't feel the strain, or get sore, putting up old defences, scratched namings at the door, no matter what it takes, she’s always present, to the eternal waste, fools might sing for applause, clap hands like the rest, but ignore the real score, no need to remonstrate, just brings out our best, but when the night breaks, her heart soars, scatters us then, always asks for more, her investment spent.

Oriana

Nothing more to negotiate, sing a song by Frieda Payne, seek a holy escape, they're only bones, that bring you home, say you're not alone, its not too late, to heal your broken ways, a brigand always seeks escape, you're not a rolling stone, life always brings you hope, don't worry about the rope, if you disturb the waves, know you'll have to pay, always jump the gate, separate your tales, for a distant tide or sail, temper your fate, survive while others wait.

Nula

You always try to calculate, what’s squirrelled safe inside, beyond my idea of taste, who it is you treat, so far from common cry, when life is never easy, your lips can’t fake, neither can they lie, stood before the magistrate, if we could only see, instead of wanting to fly, stuff that lets us be, terrible supplies of opiates, vodka tonics crusty wines, who needs them anyway, try to follow dreams, winter in warm climes, oceans that bring sleep, face what’s on the line.

Millie

What hurts most inside, something in your face, eyes open wide, all you need to know, no longer drums like rain, more a fallen snow, next to a lover’s why, I see you look away, all you do is cry, a million ways to show, I absolve you of blame, nowhere else to go, discarded in our time, us writers of the Plains , the barometer slides, drink away our woes, I once jumped rail, whisky face aglow, try to raise your game.

Lara

What it means to cry, within a screaming gale, no use trying to lie, cold within your bones, you don't need a trial, to find yourself alone, studying a time, when all your efforts fail, your only cut is style, how d0 you cope, love always seem to fail, empty clothes shroud your home, flip a coin see the sky, go and find some sail, head high leave this way, refuse wine from broken cones, abandon desolate mail, throw stones at your ghosts, laughter lights the trail.

Katy

In the spring light, I open the door, look for the other side, it's cold for the season, sons and daughters, look to their freedom, out on the Neap tide, it’s illusory of course, they ask me why, I’ve brought them to see, sunshine over the port, where we used to live, without a dime, as if we’d been caught, in some policy drive, they believe, i’m joking that’s all, just a conspiracy, but each walk of life, ends overwrought, maybe only strife, tells us the score.