Homophones

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sole - soul

Will that bee be on the flower in an hour?

Our house in the middle of our street.

hour - our

In an hour we will be at our house

In an hour the bee will be on our flower

I keep my soul in the sole of my feet

It's way passed the hour, our hourglass is passed the time in the present not the past

Two bees or not to be said the hour to our hourglass

The harder they come

 I was on the up

I was ready to fly

I was so hung up

And left out to dry

But I sure messed up didn't I

Well the harder they come

The harder they fall

I was all used up

On a dirty road

Far from the sump

Of the motherload

The gold was dark

And the dark turned cold

But the harder they come

The harder they fall

So slew me now

So that I may die

But be quick with your draw

Mind that stick in your eye

You know they'll make you turn

Or they'll watch you burn

But all you can do

Is die or learn

So the harder they come

The harder they fall

Just like that rock

High up on the wall

The harder they come

The harder they fall

And it could be a boy

Or it could be a girl

But the harder they come

The harder they fall

You could be a pebble

Upon the shore

When the tide comes

up you're gonna roll for sure

Because the harder they come

The harder they fall

And how many are there

Who could answer your call

When the lights go down

And the curtains draw

The harder they come

The harder they fall

And some nights are hard

Too hard for sure

When there's no shoulder to cry on

Except the shadow on the wall

The harder they come

The harder they fall

Don't make up your make-up

Before your tears start to stall

I won't believe your eyes

Before you believe yours

The harder they come

The harder they fall

How to be alone

 I never learnt how to hold my own

Before I met you

I never learnt about the great unknown

Before you kicked me out of house and home

I never learnt but now I'm learning

how to be alone

Oh the tiger's of the night they 

are my rescue

Growling mouths and eyes bright

stalking through the fescue

And if you turn to me and laugh

About how all the photographs

Come out overexposed or under

Developed

Then I'll say I was learning how

to be alone

Stop wearing my heart on your sleeve

 If we can make it through to Christmas

Then

Maybe it won't be half so bad

If we make it through to Christmas

I will laugh and shake hands with your dad

My heart was on the table

In the heart transplant

I really thought him able

But the surgeon said "I can't"

"I can't do it, Frank!" 

"This isn't what I was meant to do

Now I'm starting to cry"

Go on and pass me a tissue

I said to him look here Steve, just try!

This is your job

Just try to be a professional

Get back in the Zone

And make whole the decimal

He said, no I won't, I'm leaving

Now that's what I'm going to do

But I cried you can't leave

Why not, you can't stop me!

Well you're wearing my heart on your sleeve

Oh at least donate to me your kidney

Or play me the smallest violin

You must surely be kidding me?

But Steve said I'm maudlin

I said Steve, I don't care if you're Admiral Nelson

Or Napoleon with one arm

You can't leave the operating theatre

With my heart, you could do me harm

Come right back in here this instant

And put it back where it's meant to be

Attached by the left ventricle

And by the pulmonary artery, is that clear

But Steve did come back and he attached it,

But his head wasn't thinking straight

For he attached on end to my nose

And I've had more nose bleeds of late

Then he tried the right ear

And oh I filled up with blood

It wasn't that I was seeing red,

but that auditory canal did flood

Finally I said Steve

Put my heart back where it's meant to be

Hove

 Heave ho

There are the cliffs

Westward bound

Heave ho

Shove off the sandy banks

In these mermaid ground

Low lie the jellyfish

Wriggling and writhing

While I'm in the crows nest

Rigging up the line 

Then

Hove, there she blows

She hove into view

Heave ho

On the line

That brings her into view

Over dunes falling down

Like deserts of sand

A thousand diamond water droplets

Crash in my hand

Heave ho

And the fluke splashes the water

Heave ho like rebukes

run from the mouth of the daughter

Heave ho as the lances

Shove in for the slaughter

All as the whale hove into view

Come through

 Did you come here?

Did you come there?

Did you come through for me?

When the night starts to darken

And cold is the air

Oh did you come through for me?

Where are the fireworks?

Where's the marching band?

Did you come through for me?

Where are the jugglers?

Sword swallowers and

Did you come through for me?

I put it in your hands

I left it up to you

Oh did you come through for me?

Did a landslide happen 

Did it slip out of your hands

Did you come through for me?

While I was looking for salvation

Did you make a stand?

Oh did you come through for me?

I was condemned to resignation

Like a wanted man

But did you come through for me?

Once I held the cup of nations

But you left for a foreign land

And didn't come through for me

Now I'm calling out on all stations

We've got to make a plan

I've got to come through for me

Islands in the channel

 The gulls are curbing the cold salty air

Beyond and above the house they glide

Confrontational wilful against the wind

A dark tan fence runs along the garden perimeter

Beyond it is the wild

The rabbit plane of rocks and burrows

And again to the west are the abandoned buildings

Decaying hospital ruins, the end walls of Nissan huts

Left over from the war

And the gulls keep these only

Except perhaps some ghosts of the cholera

Who must have died there

And hundreds of years before

St Caddock lived here, in its deep peace

 

I go swimming in the little bay of a morning

It is fresh and cold to leap in at first

From off the jetty

The inexorable tide rolls on and pulls in undercurrents

The shifting vortices beneath my feet

I made the mistake once of going through an arch way called castle rock

Which lead me into open water

Immediately the tidal force of the eddying channel tried to pull me out

I had to hang onto the rock for dear life

And it took all my strength to pull myself back in

And Swim to the shore

The monks who lived here all drowned once when visting neighbouring Steep Holm

The island is safety

A haven in the stream of the sea

The torrent of the water which rushes past spells out doom

To any swimmer or boat not strong enough to fight the tide

Back on the island

Gulls swamp the colony

In voices of communal caterwauling

And intoxicating alarms and panics are set off

At intruders, a visiting buzzard, a peregrine hunting rabbit

They are hounded and harrowed by the gulls

A gull that has eaten a baddie from the mainland dump

Is suffering botulism and is dying, the others harangue it

In gangs take pieces out of the weary bird

There is no mercy and nothing is spared

Weakness is despised by their vicious natures

 

We walk through their nesting colony on daily walks

And they hound us and swoop down, screeching like witches

Shitting their foul substances onto our cloaked heads and backs

Like vast covens of these pre-pagan, primordial beings

Left to their own devices for years on end before mainlanders rediscovered the island

They feel certain rights and privileges over their conquered territory

Especially that over humans, from our waste they feed, but want nothing more

From us.

It is enough they eye us with their harsh cold fish eyes

 Like hooks, each adopts a manful posture of chest out

And their stride about the path we walk just in front dares our confrontation

They are hard

Fishermen, sailors not respecters of land lubbers or those

Who cannot show aerial skill, which they do

Like crosses in the sky, no matter how hard a gale they take off

Like spitfires in the war

Brave as iron, steadying the eddies of wind over their trembling wing

Until that incredible scything moment of aerodynamic equilibrium