I am back now where I want to be
Lord I can die easy
As long as you bury me
In this peaty realm
I’ll become a peat man
Preserved
Just like we observed
In the museum
They dug him up
Like a timber
I remember
The juices of the earth
Were his blood
The memories
Of geological time of birth
Of his mother back in Mr’s Noah’s flood
What of his love in the distant past
What of his family and friends
Who knew this brother of the black mud
And who knew of his final end?
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
love robs the robin red breast
Love robs the robin of his breast
Love tears the heart out of the nest
Love robs the robin of his red breast
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
When the sun goes down
You've got nothing to say
You've got too many aches
And pains from the day
When the sun goes down
You've gotta rest your brain
It ain't no use in thinking
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down
There are too many ends
Left loose, going round the bend
When the sun goes down
You've gotta make your bed
You've gotta put your
Weary feet up and rest your
weary head
You gotta make like the chickens
And roost in the coop
When the sun goes down
Get out of the loop
When the sun goes down
You've gotta rest your tools
Because you know your mama
Didn't raise no fools
When the sun goes down
You've gotta put up your legs
You' don't make no omelette
Without breaking some eggs
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down
Don't shatter the glass
Not everything built was built to last
When the sun goes down
Get some good sleep
All things will pass
Like the things in the deep
When the sun goes down
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I met Tesla riding the 376
Back up to Bristol, licking his lips
At the prospect of throwing sticks
At the university of dirty tricks
He told me once I needed a bride
He showed me how I had no pride
Then Freud turned round and said
Einstein's Died
And so has Ego in the world's tide
But superman sat upon a park bench
And when I looked around
I saw a mensch who was talking
To a Nazi hench
About the stench of a cooking wench
It all erupted in World war three
And I hoped that Tesla didn't see
For lightning Conductors and
Time machines
Could drag him away from me
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Portland bill, Portland bill he was a friend of mine
But then he choked on the smoke
More bitter than a lemon rind
So we stand along the shore
Yes we stand in line
Because we don't want them to kill our bill
We're keeping him in mind
Portland Bill, Portland Bill
Walking around your town
All I see Are faces
A lot of them look down
They say we don't want no dump trucks here
Grinding up our minds
With their drills and tyres whirring
With their hammer thumps in time
They say Portland Bill, Portland Bill
He was a friend of mine
They say the council turned them down
So the company appealed
Bitter as a lemon rind
Sore losers for the underdogs
But it's big money
Sways the mind
Giving them security
Strangling
The voices of the kind
Because Portland Bill, oh Portland Bill
He was a friend of mine
the proposed Portland incinerator case: https://portlandassociation.co.uk/the-portland-incinerator/
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Oh the steady stead of progress
Oh the lies of all the
Back biting dirty handed grease
Chopping the choppy ocean
Peppering the peptide brain
With kisses of devotion
Like in the silence of the grain
Fields of night in stars
Where the starlings feed
And missing you in motor cars
Scars across motorways
Across the desert landscape
We set off and face
The harshest of the hurricanes
All forgiveness jeopardy
of the hunting leopard too
Large in lioness adversity
To become a beauty
Yet spotted in vigilante vigils
Of a society of cheetahs
And well-wishers
Viciousness of wishing wells
I nearly broke my back
Looking into
The taste of cold wet pennies
And the blackness
Looking in the well
For the stars
You were there also mother Mary
Evangelist
Archangel Michael's list
Of those he deems a demon
And will strike down with his sword
And I on the roof
Tied to the chimney
On look out for Santa Clause
But all I found was my father
Signalling a beacon
Looking for the signs above
On when and how to leave us
In a gentle departure
Like is Christmas in all
Its ever-diminishing evolutions
Until all we have are national holidays
To believe in
Staring down the well
And looking for the stars
And carving out our names in
The setting cement of mortar
Like engravings on a gravestone
In a cemetery
Who would throw stones
At glass houses
If they knew what promises
Could be broken
And quite how vicious
All our wishes are
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
little egrets of great wealth
Come to me in your hour of health
And stick it to the stickman
Who walks in the straw bale caravan
Stick it to the heron
And the heroes and the heroines
Stick it to the starving starlings
And the burbling blackbirds
Little Egrets of great worth
Come to see the garden's mirth
And play upon the fretted field
Das spiegel und das miele
Find the shark, and shore your teeth
Little Egrets of harsh relief
Sable stable upon the grief
Silhouette statue chief
Little egret prayer's belief
For the cutted diamond studded reef
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I came a lot to see you
I came a lot I did
But that was before I bid you
Good night and slid
Slid a away like a snake
And hid beneath a dustbin lid
But before I came a lot to see you
When the sun shone where we hid
I need a lot to see you
I need it a lot I do
I wish I could be near you
Not caged inside this zoo
With all the other animals
Who knew you, I but was
A pet to you
For I came a lot to see you
Before they locked me up here too
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
D When you're young
F Dinosaurs mean a lot to you
D When you're young
D yes when you're young
F Dinosaurs mean C a lot to you G
When you're old
Yes when you're old
You're like a dinosaur in a zoo
When you're old
Yes when you're old
You're like a dinosaur in a zoo
Maybe that's why
When you're young
Dinosaurs mean so much to you
When you're young
Yes when you're young
You do what you want to
When you're old
Yes when you're old
You do what you want to
So I want to be a dinosaur
Roaming around with you
Because that's
The best thing to be
That I can think of for me
And for you
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I met a knight upon the road
He said he was looking for buried gold
But buried near or buried far
He could not tell, he was following a star
And it told him left or right
When to duck and when to fight
Around each corner, tract or Spinney
He rode his mare and she did whinney
At the appalling gusts of wind
That blew in his face and thinned
The locks he grew when he was young
But though he grew old, this knight was strong
Ever searching for where he did belong
A landscape of the Avalon
I met a knight upon the road
In his search for Camelot
We crossed paths and he shone
As a light of knowledge gone
From our world of busy men
As heaven holds
Her head a loft
And blesses in Sun the Castle Camelot
Arise Sir Knight and see through soft mists
Your lady rise from the lake as gift
Of giving life, and love and water
For the thirsty knight, in search of
a King's daughter
A princess whom the pure of heart shall find
But always searching for a love to bind
I left him there, and he shot an arrow
It passed through forests and cliff gaps narrow
It sailed out to the restless sea
And there it left its mark on me
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I travelled on a train heading west
Through the country that I loved the best
Every city we seemed to pass
the lights went out like the last
It was all same on the train
Oh liberty was its name
So come on and get on board
This train carries rich and poor
You don't even need to know its name
Just wait on on the platform for Freedom's train
I'm looking out of the window
And the country is falling into shadow
The carriage light is all that remains
Shining across the land like a flame
And in each city the same story's told
Of the fight for land, glory and gold
And the frontiers have always changed
But you can travel to the coast
And see the sea and drink your toast
To a land whose face you've rearranged
Everybody is trying to win
What they felt they'd lost to begin
But nobody can hear the spirit sing
And if this train can ring a bell
And people can walk free from hell
Then let's hear the whistle blow once again
For it's time to get on board the liberty train
Yes, this train is leaving soon
It's got to travel by the moon
Because the restless riders don't want it to stop
In case the bandits try and hold it up
If you see freedom in the light of day
You may wish this train would stay
But this train keeps rolling right on through
Freedom is it's name, Freedom for me and you
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
All the houses of the high and mighty
Have fallen down like dominos
The diamonds glitter in the clubs
While with golden spades their fields are dug
And the hearts and minds have faded like a dream
Oh Wish I knew America,
and that when it looked into a mirror
It wasn't only vanity and greed that could be seen
But I'm afraid that humanity and Christianity
Have been replaced by fear and an idiocy
That threatens the fabric of democracy
And leave a lunatic king to order executioner's insanity
While civil war beckons within the American dream
So I sit at the card table,
the one where Eve loved Cain and Abel
But After Cain had cut the deck,
he used a knife and slit Abel's neck
And reshuffled all the hearts and clubs,
he slipped in a Joker to distract the judge
Then behind the smoke and mirrors smudged
the constitution written on the walls
And then he whitewashed the white house halls,
painted them in blood
Like in hellish balls,
while Noah and his animals waited for the flood
So I wish to see America,
one more time before she disappears
And liberty's statue falls into the sea,
behind three monkeys closing their mouths, their eyes and ears
Yes I wish to see America, where is she?
I can't see her through my tears
All that I loved about her in the Eighties
when I was growing up she was changing through the years
But it's not that I have changed and she has remained the same,
It's just I have the disappearing democracy fears
So Good Night to you America
I hope tomorrow the world will not seem so dark
Because today you snuffed out the torch of liberty
And with it you have killed a big piece of my heart
So Good Night to you America,
Don't take down the flag that once you flew
Over a world where we looked to you like a symbol
For tonight you've got the disappearing democracy blues
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
A man is exercising on a bench in Collette Park, Shepton Mallet
He is doing sit ups and press ups
He is sweating profusely
As he sits down to rest, a man walks up and sits down on the bench next to him.
He opens his newspaper and starts to read
1st Man: Excuse me, could I borrow the sports section if you're not reading it?
The man asks
2nd man: Certainly, I think the Rugby is in there England versus Scotland
1st: Oh, thanks, great (a little impassively) He proceeds to mop his sweaty brow with the Sports pages
And then to soak up the perspiration soaking through his shorts he sits on the Rugby commentary
2nd: Excuse me, but I didn't realize you planned to abuse my newspaper, I was planning on reading that later
1st: Oh I'm terribly sorry, you can have it back man!
He takes out the Commentary
and passes it to the man
2nd man: This has an imprint of your sweaty backside on it! You've completely ruined my afternoon's reading pleasure!
1st:Hey man, this is a public space and you freely offered it to me!
2nd:Well I assumed you would just scan it through and hand it back a little bit later like any normal human being
1st: Sorry to disappoint...look I don't know what to suggest, it will dry out in a half an hour
It's a beautiful morning and there's a slight breeze
You have drenched it in your sweat, Even if I dried it, it'll be crinkled to the shape of your butt crack, I can't even read the racing predictions
It's a disaster, I always use a system to gamble with and now it's blackened and unreadable...Come to think of you've drenched the whole bench in your sweat it's even soaking into my trousers!
Look sorry, I have a condition, I over-sweat, I'm a hyper-perspirer, I can't help it man! I've got a card somewhere.
Well in that case why'd you choose a public bench to exercise on, there's plenty of gym equipment in the park!
Well, no for your information it's only that running and arm exerciser over there and I sweat so much I slip off. Look, this is really hard for me, I can't go to a gym, because they all tell me I have a Bio problem and there were even complaints about how I left the equipment. that's how come I'm here.
Well why didn't you bring a towel or something?
Look have I got to think of everything, haven't you ever had any problems or conditions?
Well, yes actually now you mention it, I have a very strict routine about reading my newspaper and if I can't read the whole thing from cover to cover, well I just burst into tears, a bit like now
The 2nd man starts to cry
1st: Oh yes, very realistic turn on the water works now will you!
No, no the man says sobbing, this is real, these are real tears of grief, I lost my wife a year ago and we used to come here and sit on this bench and read our newspaper together, me and her, just like you and I now, except you've just desecrated her memory.
Look man, I'm sorry, ok I didn't know, come on dry your eyes mate...there there it's not so bad
Not so bad, not so bad, this has triggered my childhood disorder hyper-lacrimonosity - I cannot stop crying once I start, it goes beyond emotion, If I don't get some water soon, I'm at serious risk of dehydration!
You and me both mate, I'm still sweating like a pig, I must have overdone it, look and the bench is now almost completely soaked in my sweat and your tears...
Yes and my newspaper damn it, it's sobbing wet, I've been crying all over it...
It's got so much salt in it all we need is some fish and chips and some vinegar and we could have a proper take away..
2nd man: I'm glad you see the funny side,
Look there's the park gardener, maybe he can help..Hey Steve! Come over here, please!
Steve: Sorry chaps no can do, it's a hot day and I need to water the plants pronto
Ist man: Look mate, me and my friend here are suffering, I'm having a sweating attack and he's having a crying attack, we're both losing H2O fast, so be a mate and just give us a spray will you, we're losing the ability to think straight here, it's so hot
Look guys, I'm sorry to say this but I'm allergic to water, my whole body comes out in a rash if I touch the stuff. But, just hang on and I'll hose you both down
A moment later...
1st, wow, I really needed that..by the way, my name's Craig, I'm in the fire service and actually, I've got to go on call in a minute.
2nd man, well thanks Craig, maybe I needed to let all that out, I can't hold it all together and bottle it up inside any longer. My name's Shaun, I'm a miller, I'm an Aquarius.
1st man, oh I'm a Pisces.
2nd man: well take it from me Craig, don't keep walking around with a chip on your shoulder. It never works out well.
1st guess you're right Shaun, and you know I think you're wife would be proud of you. Maybe it's time to turn over a new leaf?
2 nd man, yeah and don't sweat it Craig, I feel much better now, you've definitely left your mark on me:) have great afternoon putting out fires
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Adamantine, a material that makes you more like Adam Ant everyday
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I'm at the Zombie farmers market
And they're all selling pickled brains
Brains in glasses darkened
Like looking down a darkened lane
Gherkins of amygdalas
Wishbone corpus callosums
Thin films of the meninges
Hanging like dried vellum
All the riddled, addled roots
All the winding passages
All the folds so manifold
Look like pale moon sausages
Oh so mouth watering
Such victual prospects make them slaver
And along the saliva soaked pavements
The Zombie Farmers gather
Ooh Ahh and lookie 'ere
And I'll 'ave ee one of 'ee pickled brain chutneys
Give me a swallow of a skull not hollow
I'll drink down the fluids, bloods and the discharge
It all looks so horrid, yellow green spew rancid
Butter wouldn't melt in their throat if they had one
But what surprises me most is how restrained they all are
That's how you know they were or are the landed gentry
It's all in the breeding you see
This Zombie life is Country Life magazine
With one shotgun slung
Nonchalantly over an arm
And a bloodhound at his knee
A beagle at baye, bugler in the hay
And the Irony is the Zombie Farmers
They don't even look grey
A bit wet round the gills maybe
Some a bit yellow say
Jaundiced probably lacking in Iron
Some of them missing a liver
But The Lord gives and he takes away they say
Any way He does on Zombie Farmer's Market day
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Zombie farmers, zombie farmers
Come down from your fields
The tractors are ploughing
And you must make your meals
Zombie farmers, zombie farmers
What is it you sell?
Is it brains in glass jars
Or is it visions of hell?
I can see you at the market
Zombie farmers of Wells
Oh you would think they could park it
But your range Rover smells
Of all the brains you've been growing
In your poly tunnels
Well if you come to shepton mallet
You'll find our brains ring like bells
Inside of our heads
Where the spring flowers grow
And we all eat your crops
Though it gives us food for thought
You know
If you ever want my brain
I don't use it a bunch
You can borrow it this weekend
If you invite me for lunch
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I met a pirate upon a river cruise
He was on a Pirate's holiday
I said are you a planning
On some marauding
Or hoarding the gold in the bay?
He said no I'm not a viking
I just wish for a canal boat
And a peaceful stay
So as I walked along the tow path
I saw this pirate sipping cups of tea
What sort of pirate
I thought to myself
Must this pirate be?
He was relaxing and taking it easy
Away from the hard life at sea
Where he'd been drinking rum
And stealing gum
Upon the Merciless Albatross Dizzy
He said my life is real taxing
And I should be relaxing me
Ironically I don't believe in tax axing
Because my tax is between the devil
and the deep blue sea
Oh how I wish I were a busman
And not a pirate so free
For then when I needed a holiday
I'd just drive my buses and let it be
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
If this is love
Then why can't I feel it
If this is love
It's singing in its chains
If this is love then you can steal it
And you can leave me
To stand out in the rains
I have loved you like a marching army
Loves the ideology
Of the woman in the frame
I have loved you like
a restless railroad
Loves the hum of the rolling trains
And if you love me
Then hold me like a ghost
Let me pass through you
Like all my dreams down the drain
Oh if you love me
Then just let me hold you
And I will promise
never to leave you again
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The wasting of the waves
Oh the wasting of the waves
Oh it continues,in its motion
It continues until you're in the grave
The wasting of the waves
Oh the wasting of the waves
Oh can you give me a single reason
For this energy we have to save
And it comes and goes like the season
It's the wasting of the waves
You need courage
And you need timing
And you need them in great spades
And if not them then you need rhyming
To save the wasting of the waves
The wasting of the waves
Oh the wasting of the waves
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
shall I shan't I, Shall I shan't I
Shall I go to sea
Well a blue moon's in the
Horizon risin
And I need a cup of tea
Shall I shan't I , Shall I, shan't I
Shall I go to sea?
The Ghost ship's in the quarters sizing
And I can't see the Sea
The skeletons are dancing
The sails move
When nobody's there
The whole
Ship
Seems to go along
Like the Marie Celeste without a care
Shall I, shan't I
Shall I shan't I
Shall I go to sea
I wish you all the luck in the world
But I'm a landlubber, me
Shall I go to the shallows
Shall I dig the deep
If I travel to the shallows
Not soundly shall I sleep
If I travel to dark depths
The night may take my soul
Then shoulds and shants
Shalls and shoals
Shall surely swallow me whole
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
We shipped it out of Market Quay
In the year of 63
Looking for the catch to lea
The swathes of herring in the sea
We cast our nets and dragged about
Oh and then the first mate did shout
Haul in boys we've hooked a trout
A river fish with a massive snout
But surely this must be a fish king
For as we hauled him in the thing
Began to thrash and we could see
This river fish belonged in the sea
It was six feet wide in it's girth
And it took six men to hold it's berth
All upon the deck of wood
But this fish crashed through where we stood
And into the hull it went a heaving
Down below where believers were believing
Nothing so big could be landed at sea
Let alone a river trout with a double D
When down on the lower deck where tallow candles burnt
It was in their light that it was not a trout but a mermaid we learnt
And She was huge and heavy and really broke the scales
We knew if we brought her home alive then we'd make so many sales
She was though heavier than Archimedes in the bath
And the hole in the deck she'd made was no cause to laugh
As just then a giant wave came crashing from above
And filled the hull with sea water and the boat did flood
Oh please don't flood our boat, we pleaded to the mermaid
But she just screamed like a siren and brushed her seaweed braids
But soon she gave us the boot and slipped out through the hole
And yet our boat was flooded and we sang out save our souls
So just remember when you're fishing never land a river trout
For what you think is a fish can be a turnabout
And if she is a mermaid it's best to let her be
At least there's always plenty more fish in the sea
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
What does it take to kill a monster
Can you bear what he is
What he's done to countless victims
Does the victim make him him?
Is he a monster incarnate
regardless of what he has done?
How do we judge a monster
is it only on what he has done?
Or is it on his intent
And therefore sympathy presses in
What if he he never would do
What we believed of him
It is future justice
Or is it past remorse
For things he says he regrets, and yet
He still will endorse
He should be locked up
I shouldn't be drinking with him
For what is it that he really regrets
A life without sin?
What will it take me to kill?
As an individual?
And yet what will it take for
Justice to deal out
What is right and legal?
Is it what we thought
Is it what is right?
Is it just a string of noughts
On an accountant's dark night?
I'd like to think that a life
Is worth more than a sear
I'd like to think that
I've given my heart to a bear
For what it is that lasts is
The ones what are willing to be cruel
What we know is there are
Those ruthless individuals
But they are few and far between
And yet they make up the scene
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Oh I once had a dream I was going to sea
But all was not as it seemed this dream within me
The sea took my dream and it watered it down
That's how come I'm singing shanties in shepton town
In Shepton town where the sheep are like ships
And the clouds above us are like carnival skips
Where there's cider in the river and cheese in the rocks
And you may get paid in cheddar or in dandelion clocks
Oh yes we have bullies and boys by the bucket
And then there's their parents who have said just fuck it
Because they roam the town like pirates marauding and taking
What other good folk have spent their free hours making
But don't ask for clew garnets, no point in crime stoppers
the police do buggerall they might as well pull party poppers
because it's all in the rigging, yes everything is rigged
like in the last election how the puppets danced and jigged
So find me a ship boys and sign me up
I've been press-ganged before and drank from the cup
If you bring the rum, then I'll bring the beer
We'll sing the sea shanties down on the Darshill pier
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
At the sociopath's society ball
Oh it's not easy to get invited
But when you do
Everyone knows everyone
I joined the sociopath's society
And they are all just like me
manipulating, calculating
And they'll invite you round for tea
Come on down, the price is right
We're all having a ball tonight
Make your life like a knife
And cut and kill
And maul
All for free down at the sociopath's society ball
I wanted to join but I thought I'd look a fool
No you can't be a sociopath with that attitude like that all
You got to step out on the debutant's trawl
And land a catfish and bring home your haul
It's all going on
Down at the sociopath's Society ball
You can see kings and politician's stand tall
You can meet floozies and old witches in shawls
You can meet young ones who try to enthrall
You in on their charms
So long as the value is high
They'll welcome you with open arms
And the stakes are all
In the lap of the Gods
Or the dice that fly
It's no gambling for the sociopath
It's a well thought out move
Calculated maximum devastation
Of those poor entrapped fools
Like a snare is his brain
The comedian
The laughter like a drug
That soothes
The autistic mind ratchets
Through applause
Not feeling
The reeling
Not knowing at all
But it's all allowable
At the sociopath's society ball
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Empty windows like a mouth agape
A vaccinated vacuum
Glassless pane
The dry taste in the mouth
Bitter medicine for Cholera victims
Is the bitterness of regret
It is the house of sadness
Not easy to forget
Elder bushes and nettles grow
Without its walls
Through its doors
The rain runs
Leaching into cracks in the floor
Few roof tiles remain of its once proud mantel
Chimney stacks and triangular wall ends
Sand like pyramids and statues
The relics of a mighty, bygone empire
Only Flat Holm will recover all in time
This hill in the sea sings its reclamation rhyme
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I came on the wind
And I left on the tide
Well when one thing begins
It means another has died
And it's all without sin
Well except when I've lied
To get in to bed with another man's bride
And the good things hinge
On the bad one's pride
And you may get singed
If you play by the fireside
Well when one thing begins
It means another has died
And I might say that I love you
After you have cried
Just like I can mould a clay pot
But not after it's dried
For when it's made hot
It burns a hole in my side
But when one thing begins
It means another has died
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I met Lord Randall out in the steel cold
He had a mind that did feel
And a leather hold
Slung around his neck
Like an albatross of gold
Oh I met Lord Randall out in the blue cold
Where have you wandered?
And what have you seen?
While you've been a sailor
On the sea of green
Oh I been a whaler
Around the Philippines
But I never saw your brother
No I never saw my mother
No I never saw my brother
Upon the sea of green
Oh how far have you sailed Lord Randall my son?
I've sailed across the ocean to the land of the rising sun
And I've done the gun running, I've been a hired gun
Just hold on to your hats while the whirlwind comes
There's a length of twisted flax
She has tied in her hair
Oh lord Randall have you seen
My lover, for was my bride out there?
But I lost her early for I had to sea fare
And it's a trouble, It's a trouble
For the double, march on the double
Have you ever seen my lover in a bubble out there?
I never saw your lover, only mirrors and shadows
Only smoke screens and ghosts in liminal scenes
Where it all was changing slowly like in a dream
But I never held another who was your lover
No I never held your lover on the sea of green
Lord Randall if you're lying
Then I'll kill you down dead
And you will be lying on your deathbed
But if you are Lord True and not Lord False to me
Then I'll still send home your letter in the arms of the sea
Yes, I'll write home your letter from the arms of the sea
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
This is spinach, this is spinach baby
Spinach, this is spinach baby
Everything is gonna be alright
Cause this is Spinach Baby tonight
Speak in Spanish to me baby
Speak me spinach in my sandwich maybe
I'll send you spinning crazy lady
This is Spinach baby tonight
Toss the salad, throw in an egg
I quack like a Mallard, but baby you said
Your olive oil's sleek like Ciabatta bread
Speak to me spinach tonight
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I went for a job in safeguarding
I didn't expect to be positioned in a bank
One day these bank robbers came in
And said they wanted to withdraw
All the money without paying
I said it was against safeguarding regulations
And they got very irate
But they got the message eventually
So I felt like the rules are really working well
Then they came back in the bank and asked if I'd like to do some safeguarding for them, as they felt they needed my expertise. They said they'd pay me more, but I could keep safeguarding the same safe, if I just brought it with so I did. I got into the back of the van and they were very considerate carrying the safe for me.
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
And low Abraham gave his laptop cable to Isaac
And Isaac lent it to Jakob
And Jakob, took it up the ladder
But it wasn't long enough to reach heaven
And Cain and Abel
Had a fight over a laptop cable
Because Abel wouldn't give it back
Cain stabbed him in the back
All over a laptop
In the lap of the Gods
The laptop cable worked
Powered by Zeus'
Lightning generator
But up in mount olympus
There is very poor wifi signal
So they don't really know what's going on
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I don't see purple trees
I don't hear calvary
Nor the bells of the shells
Singing in the sea
I don't hear talismen's keys
Jangle in the frieze
And more than that
But nothing flat
I don't see you and me
I don't hear caravans
No see those family plans
Of holidays in holy blaze
I don't see you and me
Oh we were once an item
But we soon got sold
From off the shelves of our selves
in exchange for gold
I don't see ruby shoes
Dancing away the blues
But What is neat, is the sweet
I don't see you and me
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I remember then so long ago
Long time ago
In the rockerie
The rain did come
And the rain did go
Long time ago
In the rockerie
The thyme smelt strong
With the Rosemary
Long time ago
In the rockerie
Our love belonged like
A rock to the sea
Long time ago
In the rockerie
Now in this song
We can live free
It was a
Long time ago
In the rockerie
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Cheese grater
They've gotta make yer
Creator of the alligator
Simple Susan
Held the dustpan
On the horizon of
The rising sun and
I loved you
Like a curfew
Like a soldier overdue
His leave
On a summer holiday
But cheese grater
I wish you'd stayed
Lift me up
In the hill of science
raise the temperature
On my conscience
It's too cold for caring
What I do to another
Because right or wrong
He is not my brother
Just another man
With a thorn in his side
Just a place for the living
Who have already died
But I'm tired of waiting
For the bus to come in
That will take me forever away
From sin
It is an illusion
Of a broken heart to think
This is a delusion
Of a kind of art
Take your money back
And your soul
Because what You lack
Is self control
Puppet maker
And King carole
I'm a world shaker
You're breaking parole
Cheese grater
Cheese grater
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
There's only one thing that I can do
Only one thing except go back to you
Well, well I'm going back to blue
There's only one song I can sing
And if you sing a along
Maybe we'll wing it through
But still I'm going back to blue
There's only one hole in my plan
There's only one hole bar none man
And if you think you're coming through
I can tell you, I'm going back to blue
I tried it black
I tried it white
I tried it bruised in a fight
But day or night
Wrong or right
I'm almost through
I'm going back to blue
Blue like the ocean
And blue as the devil's tongue
Talking strong emotion
When the fight is on
But I can call the shots on you
I can shoot the lightning bolts
Can you hear the thunder vaults too?
Well I'm going back to blue
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
They came and stole my balls
A space man took them away
Steel balls they were
And balls made out of clay
I'm trying to get them back
Trying hard every day
I hope them aliens drop my balls off
Because I would like to play
un forme du poire
encore de fois
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Roses are red
and so is bloody slaughter
In the sea my nose bled
There I found blood was thicker than water
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I shall hear no more that barking sound
That regular Bark Ode
Of Tinker, whose chimes like
Bells in Church tolled down the road
Every time a child walked passed
On his way to school
Or at an unsuspecting walker
Who walked too close to his window, the fool!
Well no more shall I see his face
Grinning back at me
Dark and imposing
Some inner ferocity
Like an Egyptian God
Dog headed deity
Standing out of his sarcophagus
Oh Mummy! I need a wee!
But he really is charming
Yes, what a merry soul is he!
Cola black, soul black
Darkness found a light
In the bright-eyed Becky
A star of fairy night
Sparkling like a sparkler
Fluffy, buoyant woman
Exuberant, enthusiastic
Bubbly and fun
And so they were together
And Tinker was no longer glum
He and her together
All was right under the sun
Find shoe box by the sea
Let the sea dogs howl
On the island of the canary
Where the kissing winds are foul
But dunes in June are wonderful
Fundamental abundiflora all
And Just look to the summer wall
Of heat and sun
Let's not think of winter
Let's not contemplate the fall
Adam and his apple
are far from it all
He's now got his mother
She's got her baby back
And all the seaweed in the sea
Could never re-shuffle her pack
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Ai killed Riki Lake
And Montel Williams
Ai killed the king
And it killed my girlfriend
Ai killed everything
Ai even killed me, her me sing
Has Ai killed everything?
Ai's killed the man in me
Ai killed the woman too
Killed the unborn baby
Ai killed the child, their childhood
Free from maybe
No more dreams, only facts
Only possibilities of brass tacks
Realities so virtual, yet outside of my control
Ai has killed the man in me
Ai's robbed me of my soul
No I don't want to get dramatic
I don't want to sound too drole
Because if you know the algorithm
I'm sure it would return what it stole
But once a candle is blown out
It's hard to see in the dark
And this wind of change is blowing without a spark
Are ideas of consciousness even weighed in the scales
Or is all that's on the mind of governments how to make big sales?
What if I told you of the Tolpuddle Martyrs
Or the weavers
Or the Luddites
Who trashed the loom machines
That took their jobs
And kicked them out on the street
In a heartless modernization?
What if progress is no friend to
National spirit or culture or tradition?
What if we sell our souls
At the price of bottom dollar
Just to satisfy big business mission?
Who ever asked me if I want
my child brought up by a robot army
And not a real human being?
Ai's killed everything
And no one even asked me!
Ai killed the man in me
And replaced me with a robot
If they had asked us first, like with GM foods
Where there was moratorium
Maybe we would pause for thought,
a measure of public mood
But as it is the ai has done the thinking
For us, it's told its creator it needs this
It was such a dazzling temptation
An end to all working
No more enslavement
But I still see beggars on the pavement
While Ai's running the government
Ai has killed everything
Ai's killed the man in me
Give me trees, and flowers and nature
Give me a sky and some distance
I need to move my body
And be breathing
Far from these satanic mills
Of mind training
Ai will try to kill everything!
Ai will try to kill the human in you
If you don't watch what it's doing
So maybe we shut just switch off
Let's turn off the machines
And take a walk back in the world
And rediscover what is green
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Oh little prick of love
I can feel yer
Oh little prick of love
It's nice to meet yer
I've got a little prick of love
And it's trying to greet yer
Oh you don't like injections
And you're afraid of blood
Well this is divine intervention
My little prick of love
It'll only hurt a little
And yes it will bleed
But just like a needle
It is going to succeed
At combating your love sickness
You know you suffer a disease
You can't love another
Without starting to seize
So let me give you
My little injection
I'm just like a doctor
You need examination
And it could add years to your life
Or it could set you free
My little prick of love
Is a lost ship at sea
If I were a snail
It would be minute
So just think you're lucky
And don't get cute
If you want to get ahead
You know you have to push
And my little prick of love
Is like a thorn on a sloe bush
Sometimes the sloe gin
comes so thick it's a sin
Sometimes the bush is so hard to get in
But with a little back and forth
A little pull and shove
That's how you'll feel my
Little prick of love
Oh don't come bustin' me down
You know I don't have the time
I'm from the wrong side of town
But we've both drunk the same wine
And the rose bush is a thicket
And I don't where to stick it
But if you stick it to me love
I'll stick it to you too
Still I don't know what to do
About this little prick of love
Oh little prick of love
I can feel it
Little prick of love
Can you feel it?
Little prick of love
Try to reel it in
But it's like a fishhook in my mouth
Everytime I sing
Pullin me in
To your land of love
Lord you can try and swim away
But it'll catch you up one day
This little fisher king
With his cloak of coloured wing
With his blue bolt of sin
His beak's a little prick of love
Little prick of love
Can you feel it
little prick of love
that should seal it
little prick of love
how to deal with it
little prick of love
you can peel it
All I'm thinking of
Is that little prick of love
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Love said to blood
What have you to fear
Blood said to love
My family, my dear
Many generations
All with the same idea
Flow in one direction
to the ocean of tears
Love then said to blood
But blood is thicker than water
You should forgive
Your son and your daughter
For following their own course
Through uncharted quarters
Of a city shining like a penny
Blood was a family of noble stock
And love was the irrational knock
That came like a shock in a desert of grey
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Will you come in to my blood for a moment?
Will you share in my love
Will you buy a drop of my love
And give back a second of my time?
Will I waste all this love blood
Just as you've wasted mine?
Spilt it over the carpets and walls
Made fools of the guardians of time
Not protected the citadel at all
You've let fall the city of mind
Where body is blood, and faith is love
You've sacrificed it all on the fire
The bread is all burnt, the meals not cooked
Yet you'd still like to sing like the angels in choir
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Twas in the year of 1816,
the darkest year that had ever been
The sun never shone in the sky
And all of my dreams,
like shadows in the streams
Flew away like the birdies that fly
It was a sunless year
And Billie was a piper lad
Making pipes but smoking sad
The volcano blew the greyest rings
Around the sun that spring
He walked the Fosseway
But crops had died off
No green, but only grey
It was a sunless year
He lost his job sent on his way
He began to rob to reach end of day
Intact, but broken like the clay
Of pipes in Oakhill's gardens
Then one day they caught him stealin'
And the Law was hard as iron feelin'
It was a sunless year
He was sent Van Diemen's land
Where they ruled with iron hand
And the chain gangs marched the roads
Like in hell of the damned souls
And though he was burnt by the sun
He was now a man on the run
It was a sunless year
Escaped convicts don't last long
But he was tough and he was strong
So he survived only for the law to trap him
This time they gave him 200 lashes
Then back in chains he was fastened
It was a sunless year
But time it passed
As cloud ships above him
And he met a wife with children
Helped to care and bear the burden
But soon the pull was strong upon him
The pull towards his freedom
The chance it came when he sold some whisky
Outlawed for Van Diemen's territory
And chased out of town again
His path could only have one end
The canary man had flown his cage
One too many times law's patience
If it could be called turned to rage
And upon a prison ship he was chained
This ship the Cyprus was to carry him
From Research Bay to Macquarie Harbour
A renowned cruel colony for the hardened
Criminal fraternity deemed beyond redemption
Here there really would be no hope
To save him from the end of a rope
So like any sane men condemned to die
They tried their luck so they might fly
The deadly jaws of death
And overcoming drunken guards
the convicts seized the Cyprus hard
Mutinied and marooned the crew upon the island
For this crime they were well renowned
In papers over Australian towns
And news of course reached the British dominions
So that a Her Majesty's Royal Navy hunted them
And yet these convicts turned pirates
Managed to evade capture through the skills of their leader
Who had escaped many times before
And been saved by his naval skills succour
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
It's the period of the Phlebotomist
Dealing in plasma
All of them after the serum
What's your poison fill my cup
Buttercup, sunny side up
The butter wouldn't melt in her mouth
And sup the red, red wine of her blood
Ulysses was a sailor
On a mighty endeavour
A roll over
The shoulder
Jackpot adventure of sons
Too far gone
For his mother Anticlea
So nice to meet yer
Demeter
Or Persephone's daughter
The land was barren in the winter
Six months under ground
What a sin to her
To keep her away from the sun
The pale snowdrop face
Been kept in an indoor vase
And he, the explorer
Had to amore her
Blood
Of the father
Salt of the Earth
Tears cried in vain
(But not in love) yet
What's the Period, huh?
I don't know! The tempo?
Yeah
In the succour, Lord Such and So
Lady Suck, Lady Luck, Lord Fuck knows when
The women in my wife
The wifi, high wife, the fi
The fidelity of her
(The hifi of my wife)
She's the werewolf mother
The fe, fi, fo fum of the Wife
The I smell the blood of an Englishman
The Wifi, low life, half life, half blood
Low moon waning
Waxing, waning,
Half moon
Whining, complaining
Lining and laning
In the groove again and
Suck my thumb
Werewolf mum
The changing
But I didn't give a bread crumb
To follow me home to my castle
Alone
And give me a bottle of red rum
My dad died in No man's land, how come?
Who's to explain? What I need is some speed
And the roses are growing
And I must get going
To your love
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Christopher Cumulonimbus was the first cloud to discover America
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I met her, met her, met her
In a cognitive manner
Yes I let her , I let her , I let her
Be my life spanner
And I bet her, I bet her, I bet her
That she couldn't handle
So I'd get her, I'd get her, get her
My life's manual
But I met her I met her I met her
In a cognitive manor
At a social theory ball
Of democratic clashes
Yes I better, I better, I better
Hold on to the bedframes
As I'm rolling out of this world
In a super sonic time game
I let her, let her, let her
Tighten up all my nuts and bolts
So that I could be one of life's planners
Where kalashnikovs volt
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Not all loves can unfold
Some are Mizuhiki tight
Some love is just for decoration
Some love is just an emblem
But people need symbols
To look up to
Everyone needs a revelation
Sometimes in the folding of love
To send in a letter
You may get a paper cut
Sometimes blood seals
The envelope shut
Sometimes it is never opened
Sometimes the letter is read
Sometimes not
Sometimes love is a Mizuhiki knot
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Love blood in the vein
Love blood in the heart
I've loved , I've bloodied
The loving art
I've blooded, I've bled,
I've slept in loaves of bread
I've loaved, I've lavered, and slavered
And blabbered the blubber of love
I've fatted the loving calf
And with bloody love
I've bled its bleating heart
I've shot love with a bloody arrow
I've bled love through a gap so narrow
A key hole in the heart
A pig's valve, a stent that's
Kept the closing walls apart
To keep love flowing
To keep blood going
Like a London bus
Through the city's heart
Love was a tube station
And blood a bleeding rail
And I loved the wins
When I was wise I loved the fails
But win draw or lose
I loved that my blood tried
Because love can leave a bruise
Yes love's a sucker punch to the heart
Love sucks, love's a vampire guitar
Love pumps, love's a soccer star
Love is running and love is pulse
And love is all engines set to false
And love is true blood
Love is blue blood
Love is royal as a queen of hearts
And love is a jack, in the deck
dealt badly
Love comes up trumps
But not from the start
Love is the last fighter living its all
In a war of aces and spades
Love's got its back up against the wall
And love is bullet holes in chests
And love is birthmarks
Love is portmanteau
And love is worth all the dark
Love is the light in a world gone mad
And love is a cup of Christ's blood
Love is a slice of His heart
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I went out a plundering on the high seas
I thought to meself, now this isn't me
This is the last time I'm going to sea
The last pirate I will be
I shall tell all my pirate buddies just free
We shall go no more a sailing
Hey buddies hey cons listen to me
I'm gonna show you the pros of the straight n narrow see
We're gonna sail to Canton and hand ourselves in
There ain't nothing worse than being a pirate, it's a sin
So we left Japan and went to Canton
But it didn't go to plan, I can tell you that man
On the 15th of November 1829 , well I was a pirate for
The very last time
And then the English bastards threw me in the stocks
And I ended up back in London in Executioner's dock
And when they said did I have any last words
With my head in the noose I could hardly be heard
So I asked if they could loosen it a bit so I could yell
And when they did I cried I hope you all go to hell
For this is the last place I thought I end up
When laid I down my sword and put down my rum cup
Oh if you ever think you should stop doing what you love
I tell you you this for free it won't ever be enough
So keep being a pirate for as long as you can
Because before you know it you'll be hung by the man
So they hung me by the neck in 1830
I was the last pirate to be hung for mutiny
And other crimes I suppose like robbing a prison ship
Full of provisions,
But they whole scummy scheme to build a colony
deserved derision
They used slave labour to build Tasmania,
Australia and New Zealand
And then if you didn't die in the process
You were allowed to be freemen
But that ain't no deal for stealing a pigeon
And that's why I rebelled and stole the ship prison
I'd do it again, though now I am dead
So I'll just go down in history
As the last man to be hung for piracy
You can remember me as the Last Pirate instead
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Beaver’s Kiss
Give me your kiss
Oh fell my wooden heart
Beat your tail around me
Oh lean your weight
On the willow tree
And chew, chew, chew
It free
Hear the train whistle
Hear the charts
Of explorers beating a trail
Through, through, through
Your woodland glade
Searching out your wooden heart
Bang, bang, bang
Go their guns
Geronimo fells the trees
But Geronimo was felled himself
One day
For a lady to wear beaver skin
Across her knees
For Davy Crockett wore your hat
And you were so cold and grey
You froze in the winter
And your spirit went away
Beaver spirit leaving the leaves
Leave, leave, leave
Oh lever your dam
Flood, flod, flood
Your banks
Build your home deep
In the river’s ranks
Godfather of the water vole’s art
Oh Beaver, won’t you leave her
Oh the beaver’s return
Trying to hold back the tide
Beaver, like a lever,
Stuck at every turn
Beaver on the watercourse ride
Beaver in the hollow
Beaver in the ear
Held like a swallow
In the palm
Nesting til the morrow
In the mud of the hide
Willow weaver, beaver brew your brown beer
Beaver looking back through the years
Looking back over the dams
Looking back at the back water
The black water, all you’ve held back
Woodland manager, nature’s forester
River doctor
River miller, water wheeler
Only hold on make a net
Let her through yer yet
Pass through your home
Living over the river
Running under your kitchen
Always flowing
Never alone
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I've got a vampire guitar
It sucks my blood
Like a used car
I've got a cherubim
Who plays a harp string
And fires at me all these love darts
I've got a vampire guitar
It sleeps in a case until it's dark
And when the sun comes down
It gets up and wanders town
Looking for a love victim's heart
Yes it will play on her heart strings
It will search for her neck
and in each tune it plays
it will suck her blood right back
She will be all used up
Just like a second hand car
For I have a vampire guitar
I used to be a nice guy
And stand up in the corn
And wait for the harvester
To come chop me down as if I were a lawn
But then I realized that never got me very far
So that's why I bought my vampire guitar
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The people of Wells
Are singing their kells
And walking the path with their feet
The people of Shepton
Are blowing their claxon
And sounding a march in retreat
For you know when they join
The two sides of the coin
Both will be facing defeat
For the Sheptonians are like stone
And the Wellsonians like bone
And it will be like when two tribes meet
So perhaps don't try to bridge the gap
That once fell from the map
But instead let sleeping dogs sleep
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
D
Well I brought
you flowers D7 in
the morning
D And I brought you flowers D7 in the day
D Well I brought you flowers
D7because of their special powers
D I thought that they might D7 make you stay
Dm Well I brought you D7 flowers in the evening
D And I brought you D7
flowers in the day
Well I brought you flowers in the nighttime
hours
I thought that they might make you stay
D
Just don’t make me D7 by your powers
A7Just another G
dead flower in the D vase
D My heart is like D7
a ticking clock
D It ticks all day D7
long for you
D And your love is like D7
a ticking bomb
D When it blows D7
I’ll know we’re through
D And if you blow me down D7
all day long
D Well there’s no telling D7 what I might do
D Because I know you’re D7 like a ticking bomb
And when you blow, I’ll know that we’re
through
D Just
don’t make me D7 by your powers
A7 another G
dead soldier Dm dressed in blue
D Well the clock in town keeps winding down
But it still chimes each hour for you
And the sand in the bay keeps slipping
away
When it’s gone, I’ll know we’re through
D Just
don’t make me D7 by your powers
A7 another G7 dead
fish in the Dm Brue D7
D But the tide keeps washing D7the shore mama
D And I can't see our footprints D7 no more
D And I hope with these flowers
D7you'll shatter these towers
D They’ll come crashing D7down at your door
D
Just don’t make me D7
by your powers
A7 another G7dead
crow on the Dm floor D7
D And this day, D7now it is done
D And the sun has D7shone in its way,
D And my heart is like D7 a
ship sailing on
D It's sailing, D7 out
into the bay
D And just like the sun
D7 It is going, going, gone
D gone on its way
D
Just don’t make me D7 by your powers
A7 another G7
dead flower G in your Dm
vase
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Well I loved you
In your marigolds
And I stepped over
The threshold
Just to slip down
The centrefold
Into the magazine world
That you knew
In it was so yellow and blue
And it was so green and gold
As I fell like the snow
More and more
In love with you
Well the dishes were never clean
And the fishes they were never seen
But I caught you fishing in the stream
And the music of the strings
The bow finger violins
And the tulip harps
Played your lovely tune
Because I met you
While our hearts were young
And they still sung
Out our fugue
That plays in winter
But it always sounds
Just like June
Now I can see every man
They love you so
Because you sing the song
On the radio
And on your tongue
Is like a flute of power
You're like a song bird
And I've never heard
Such a lovely voice
Issue forth from such
A lovely flower
Oh my word
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
My name's the night heron
now I might be playin
When you hear me sayin
I'm in the shadows shady
Owl
Howl of the wolf
Growl of the bear
There's nothing out there
At which I scare
I'm your worst nightmare
No I don't want to blow hot air
But I can rotate my head
The circle I can square
And my eyes are wide
And ears have might
My feathers dampen
The sound of flight
And out the black I appear
Your worst nightmare
Be you Mouse or shrew or hare
So up there in the dark, it could
Strike at any moment
I have to run along my tunnels of grass
Then skip along the walls
I'm out here bold as brass
I'm the mouse with balls
Don't take me for a second rater
I'm the second comer if anything at all
If you leave your cheese grater
I'll be ready to nibble any scrap that falls
I see above and behind
I have eyes in the back of my head
But still with my mouses senses
I can feel the Owl's wings of dread
Owl
Oh such a plump little plumb
For for me to swallow
Toe and thumb, yum, yum in my tum
You go
Hold me tight to your breast
I'll grip you in my talons
I have talents on the wing
I am kind wouldn't hurt a fly
I'll leave that to the bat guy
Over there
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Oh the lands are all strumming and I will be drumming
Oh my mum is coming today
And I wish that I'd joined the army or navy
For anything like the pay
Oh the lands are all drumming
And the river is thrumming and tumming to stay
And my hands are all thumbing
And the hearts all humming
And I wish that I'd joined the army or navy
But then I wouldn't be running away
Oh they say you could join the circus they say you are made out of clay
But mould me when I'm young
I'll be a good son
And maybe I won't run away
They tell you mortal combat
Is just a flesh wound they say
But what if a chortle wombat
could really say what he wanted to say?
What if it were just enough in life
To be yourself anyway
In general most useless
In any conceivable fruitless concourse
Of life's busy highways
Oh the time was timming and the reams were rimming
And the bowls were valeting away
For the limousines were liminal in the shimmering chimeral
And the cathedral was caterwauling away
The cats with the wool met the hats of the walls
And hares were all standing on the heads
And raising a fare was like failing a fair
Where the ferris wheel says farewell to the fool
They say go join the foreign legion,
Go fight in foreign region
Go flabbergast her, filibuster or carp
The carpets all piled in the pile high club
And the pilots have trouble seeing through the glare
As celebrity pigeons on hedges, meet their fans
On ledges
And they all shake wings
The planes and plain things
That famously pledged passage to the sun
And I no longer want to join the army or navy
Although I'm not running away
Perhaps I would if I could
But my knee isn't good
So I think to myself I might stay
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.