I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Where is that Angel tonight
I'm praying with all of my might
The begging woman in the car park
Getting change for a space, making space for change
The junky walks across the graveyard
And pain swings low down in his chariot
You are hurting me
He says
You are hurting me
As you touch my face
And the dark eyed loser
retraces his steps
All alone in Noah's Ark
All alone in the park
All alone in the dark
As the animals play
In the forests of the world
And the cuckoo calls
From the olive tree
And I am like a dove
With my mouth full of dry branches
The night flashes
And the thunder crashes
And the fishes play with the sharks
The horses neigh, and the chickens lay
And Noah is all alone in the Ark
Oh you can hear the world turning
And see the ships on the sea
You can find out all that you're learning
Should be no kind of big mystery
But the cuckoo still calls in the tree
And the dogs run free in the park
As junkies are stoned, and Noah's still alone
Yes he's still all alone in his Ark
And am I an animal
He says
Is my soul a hole in the dark
Do I shun the contact
Who will light the spark?
Is my soul an animal
Away from human hark
Have I become the pairless bird
Who stands aboard the Ark?
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Trouble is a two legged word
It starts at the beginning
and
Never ends
Haven't you heard
You'd better keep your head down
Else you'll be the one who's hurled
Head long into a tornedo
Of things you never meant
Except you told the world
Chalk and cheese
Cheese and chalk
Are survivors
After the last ice age
Of the glaciers
Who lick their tongues
Spread their seed
Sew their forests
Pick their weed
Oh Trouble is a two legged beast
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Oh the sea in all its flippery
And skippery rhyme
And Majestic Omaha
Of forever pines
And coastal rampages
Punctilious primes
And Rapscallion scales
Pear peppered wine
Well thought of good gold shrines
And leagues of legless lines
Caught in fishermen nets
Nettled but not in time
Of Shallow shelves of shellfish
And forests of frolicking fronds
And hours of anchoring urchins
And swathes of swallowing swans
The sea in all its peaches of beaches
That teaches us of time
And tides under neath of us
Needles stacked in seconds of clime
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I in shoulders if
The back rights
And ships of knees
Carry me
To sleep
In dungeons of burgeoning
Twigs
Feasts for birds and beasts
And only oils of rain forests
Speak
Brazenly beaks
Boa constrictors
tiger cubs and
Tolls
Of fiends and friends
And Pandas
On Panther lagoons
Driving Howler monkeys
Across the moon
In balustrades of vines
In Ballerina Kinds
And a love of Ecuador and
All Jungle is in me now
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
looking for Oz
in the underground
Searching for it in the city I found
Looking for riches, and gold
But I found wisdom at the end of the
rainbow
looking for the wizard in nature
In the hopes of a new year's tide
Searching in the forests
Following up the green aisles
The winter time's bride
looking for it in the sky
We are all walking the yellow brick road
Walking it til we die
Sometimes I am the tin man
Who doesn't even feel
Sometimes I am the scare crow
Afraid of what isn't real
Sometimes I lack courage
But Dorothy pulls me through
As we walk our path of suffrage
What is really real ?
It is me and you
It is the dream of another world
Another place and time
A perfect amalgam
And an illusion
I can't abide
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Well, the sweetness
In the water
When I taste your lips
And fleetness of the daughter
Of the time we kissed
Who is the king who shall fall
And fold his arms
Like Napoleon down waterfalls
Losing all his charms
Biting at the bit
I hold her away from harms
But Geronimo keeps
falling in the forests
And breaking all the farms
Oh Pocahontas come and marry
me
Come with your pan pipes
And sing around my tree
Oh Pocahontas
Won't you come and marry me
And we'll be gone by the morning
Before the doves are set free
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Wishing for a warm Christmas with no ice upon the trees
There'll be no need for log fires
It will be 35 degrees
And Rudolph will need a shave
Better get a camel in for hire
Because the climate change is coming
Nothing left to save from the fire
Well be hanging up our flip flops
Dressing up in shorts,
We'll be as hot as rhyming hip-hops
Running in our JD sports
If you hear us carolling,
It'll have Caribbean tingle
And the Jamaican rum barrelling
Will be our tropical jingle-jangle-jingle
Light up the barbie we're going
Down under
It's blistering in Tinsel town
And the decked halls are full of crazy thunder
Breaking all our humid brows
Under the mistletoe
kissing hot lips on cold ships
As the hair dryer wind blows
Up along the scorching streets
And whistles through the windows
Holly wreaths on the doors of nuclear families
Like in a nuclear fall out all sing so happily
Merry atomic baubles to you
I can't see a Partridge sitting in the tree
It's either fallen off his perch
Or flown North to the Arctic sea
Where glaciers are researched
But no scientist has found them yet
They are lost like needle in the burning haystack
Of the gulf stream jet
No more frost on window panes
but the sea level is rising
Soon it'll be flowing up the country lanes
But let's not be the doom Sayers
Or merchants of ungrounded fears
There'll still be Mark's and Spencer's
And you'll have time to buy some beers
Just relax on your sofa while it's floating
And switch on the King's speech
Hell be uttering he's not for voting
In a climate where miscreants preach
And the equator is sweltering
There are forests on the Poles
And we'll all be for tightening our purse strings
While watching our pennies fall through ozone holes
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me
a Koala in a gum tree
On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Two polar bears
And a koala in a gum tree
On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Three arctic foxes
Two polar bears
And a koala in a gum tree
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Four snow leopards
Three arctic foxes
Two polar bears
And a Koala in a gum tree
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Five Forest fires
Four snow leopards
Three arctic foxes
Two polar bears
And a Koala in a gum tree
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Six glaciers glazing
Five forests fires
Four snow leopards
Three arctic foxes
Two polar bears
And a Koala in a gum tree
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Seven seas arising
Six glaciers glazing
Five forest fires
Four snow leopards
Three arctic foxes
Two polar bears
And a Koala in a gum tree
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Eight deserts dying
Seven seas arising
Six glaciers glazing
Five forest fires
Four snow leopards
Three arctic foxes
Two polar bears
And a Koala in a gum tree
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Nine rains a raging
Eight deserts dying
Seven seas arising
Six glaciers glazing
Five forest fires
Four snow leopards
Three arctic foxes
Two polar bears
And a Koala in a gum tree
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Ten Hurricanes hurling
Nine rains a raging
Eight deserts dying
Seven seas arising
Six glaciers glazing
Five Forest fires
Four snow leopards
Three arctic foxes
Two polar bears
And a Koala in a gum tree
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Eleven women weeping
Ten Hurricanes hurling
Nine rains a raging
Eight deserts dying
Seven seas arising
Six glaciers glazing
Five forest fires
Four snow leopards
Three arctic foxes
Two polar bears
And a Koala in a gum tree
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Twelve men mismanaging
Eleven women weeping
Ten Hurricanes hurling
Nine rains a raging
Eight deserts dying
Seven seas arising
Six glaciers glazing
Five forest fires
Four snow leopards
Three arctic foxes
Two polar bears
And a Koala in a gum tree
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Envy, Envy of you
I have walked through many forests
Could not see the wood for the trees
Been up to the highest mountains
Down to the bottom of the deepest seas
But there is one thing I know to be true
Oh, yes the Envy of you
No matter where I may be walking
No matter who it is I see
The egg shells that lie broken
Crumble under my bended knees
And I hear your voice has spoken
I see the make believe
Of a world sold like a token
To those who it would leave
The envy, the envy of you
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Visiting in the war museum
The black guns in their cases, you had to see them
And no smiles on the faces of the aces
Who shot down all those planes from the sky
Mud on my boots from the trenches
Blood stains on the suits and on park benches
What are we fighting for in these marshy stenches?
Where the bodies of our buddies lie
War in the eyes of the starving civilians
Is not the same as in the warlord's who counts his millions
In cartridge cases and ammo boxes and gold medallions
As bodies in black bags get flown back home side
I have seen the tanks a rolling through the forests
And the soldiers leap out in ambush down upon us
And the leaves fall like rain down on the trail
Where my buddies they will fail to return and walk by my
side
So, as I walk in this museum of the war time
And I remember all the war masters still in their prime
The shells the burst like fireworks inside my mind
I am reminded of all the fallen I have left behind
There was never a more pressing need or rancour
Than in the armistice which came with a clamour
Of clashing steel, Kalashnikovs and falling pellets
Whose tinkle bells could be heard for the miles I ride
And my horse she is bold like a stallion
And my badges hang round my neck for my battalion
Who battled on in skirmish and in fire-fight
But when my orders came to leave, I took flight
Never happier to see the aircraft
Like an eagle that flew me away she was a freedom raft
And as I flew in the bird, I looked down at state side
And the fog it rolled in on the bay
You can call it what you like in the museum
Just pay your money take the tour you can see them
But don't you abjure or fight the season
Oh, you can't tell me war has a reason
Anymore
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I have known the Capulets
I have known the Montagues too
And everything they had done
In the name of loving you
There are some families out there
who don't believe it's true
But I saw it in the paper and I saw
it in the deepest blue
Some things that you see you can believe
In just one sight
But never I saw true love more
Than I saw it that first night
Some people don't even see what's right in front of their eyes
They can be so blind to love and walk over on the otherside
I have seen the Capulets and I've seen the Montagues too
And they have known that their heart's not stone
And that love's not true
I have searched the forests, I've searched the deserts too
I have not seen love I've known for a week or two
I had asked Apollo, I asked Hermes and Mars
They pointed me to the swallows and said why not cross some stars
I walked upon the moon and I looked for love up there
But it was only a reflection in a spoon and a long cold stare
I want to find a place that you can tell me so
That there is a place to go, where the love does show
Sometimes it is hidden in the reeds like a Bittern
Sometimes love will boom its name just as it is written
I cannot believe my words, I can't believe what they say
If you tell me love's a bird that will fly away
There are many martyrs who have fallen on their swords
All in the name of love but now they fall no more
What can you tell me of, if it's not in vain
Don't love the same woman time and time again
Well I knew the Capulets, I knew the Montagues too
I walked in the House of God and out the window flew
I was a ghost in the haunted house upon the hill
A ghost of all the love that's past and all that ever will
She left it in her will to me, she left me a million dollars
Said that love can't be bought or sold and that gold was hollow
And I knew the Capulets and I knew Montagues too
And I walked with Angels when two lovers did love true
There can be no answers fit, no answers can be given
That love is just a place to sit with a bright red ribbon
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Out of whack, hay stack
I'm in a field without a meal
In the can without a plan
On the straight and narrow arrow
I'm in a jam with a little lamb
Down the pan and far from real
Making an appeal
To an orange peel
Too much to grind its rind
I'm asking it to slip and slide
Off the edge of the tide
And be my bride, be on my side
In the war to end all wars
I've got my Goat, but whose got his?
Is it yours or is it the Kid's?
I've asked you twice now I can't write
The potato blight has blotted my ink
And I can't think inside the sink
No I can't stink on the brink
Its in my brain I've got the grain
Its all this toil in the soil
Washed down my drain with the rain
In the forests of the night
Its off the leaf and suffered relief
It's dripping, tripping donkey brief
As Ehor, or Elron, deltron, electron
Mastercard poor
American express, is useless, unless
You can self-express first
I don't mean breast milk
But the best silk or satin sleeves
When the shore rises and you can't believe
Your luck to be where you were born
Inside the truck driving through the storm
And suddenly bright lights are torn
From the dawn's hue, as cascading
Valleys of thorn criss-cross in virtue
Of being new
Or solidarity of what we've all been through
Before, before the storm
There was no time
And
We wait it out
And give up doubt
Because somewhere, somehow
We must come out
Into fresh air
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.