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.