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About me - Beef Frankland

Beef Frankland
I am a husband and father of two beautiful daughters. I have worked as a professional youth worker for the past twenty three years and now work for a charity in North London with disadvantaged young people, a local primary teaching music and

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snow
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They told me as a child that every snowflake was different. Unique, matchless, distinctive. And I wondered then, how they really knew! And who had the job of checking? My child like mind, imagined men in white coats. Placing each flake gathered, under cold microscopes and recording its intricate pattern. But they never did t... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suffering
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You can spend your life asking why? Blaming Goverments, blaming God and nothing will ever change. You can turn your eyes and look away and nothing will ever change. You can say they only have themselves to blmae and nothing will ever change. You can say that it's just their fate and nothing will ever change. Or you can vow t... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Police brutality
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In the back of a van they beat him. Grown men enforcing the law, on a teenager who has had to fend for himself, since he was eight and probably more. They beat him to teach him a lesson, that violence doesn't pay! They beat him so he would respect them, through fear he might not do it again. The beat him in a van, parked out... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Communities
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Hendal Road. Places like this can be found all over the world in various degrees yet Hendal Road has its own uniqueness and there are surprises to be found if you look a little under the surface. In look it is a typical run down inner city high street, about a mile and a half long lined with cafes, greasy spoons, pubs, small... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hate
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For a small word I carry such power. I can make people feel worthless, make people cower. I am full of venom, and evil intent. I delight in your pain, get satisfaction from your tears. When developed I can destroy, individuals and family's, communities and nations. I break up homes and relationships. Blinding you from the fa... More..

Society & Lifestyle > Personal Morals & Values When idle hands make mischief: Deciding if boredom causes evil
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For the past eleven years I have worked as a professional youth worker working with young people from all social and ethnic backgrounds. For the last three years my focus has been with disaffected young people in North London. These young people the police call no hoper's! These young are the hoodies that David Cameron says ... More..

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Spiritual
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I remember clearly the first spiritual encounter I experience, it has shaped my life and been a defining moment in knowing who I am. It happened when I was twelve and was about to be confirmed within the Church of England tradition. The reason I was getting confirmed was because my sister was getting done and my parents thou... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Imagination
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Within here, I'm a rock star, playing to stadium crowds. Fans singing along to my self penned tunes. Or an enigma full of mystery and intrigue. The press can't define or categorize me. Then a scientist, discovering sort after cures. Bringing hopes to the masses, extending their lives. Now I'm running, up front of a marathon ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Materialism
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Must have. Must get. Don't need. Do want. Feeling down, go and spend. Feeling good, spend again. Self worth found, on a label. What I own is who I am Try to fill that empty feeling. with each new thing to numb the pain. But like an addict, the effect just lessens. An increased need to spend again. Don't have cash? I use cred... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The photograph
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There was something about that photograph that drew you in and once caught by its spell time would stand still as your mind ran actively through the scene captured forever in an instant. It had a strange hypnotic nature that made you feel you were reliving distant memories. The people seemed familiar, lost acquaintances from... More..

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