I sat upon the pavement
and set the world on fire
and anyway teach me
Bring back my desire
I sat upon the pavement
Brought the world a liar
You think are different
From the ones who went before
But you're only guardians of the fiery door
You step inside the building
Of the house that is on fire
And ask for a cool drink
To quench your hearts desire
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
When you think that you have had enough
Dig deep eat grit and try to be tough
For there is not one but two
And love will pull you through
When this whole world has driven you down
You feel left out like some kind of clown
Hold on, hold out for the new kid in town
Called love
Love will pull you through
Yes love will pull you through
Oh lord,
It's a reined horse, it's a mighty canoo
It will haul you up
Put you on its back
And love will pull you through
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.
What I dream of are no borders
Roaming wild
Aladin tights
A transvestite production of
Arabian nights
In the Wild west
The genie in the bottle
From the whisky bottle
of Tex Mex , or Texas Jack
On his way up the Green river
He meets a mountain man
With a blanket to deliver
A beaver skin, the like of which
Has never been seen before
For when it's unfurled
Then the world will know
A lad in tights might be a girl
He is a wild mountain man
Who is trying to come to terms with his gender dysphoria
Discovers a magic lamp in an old mountain cabin one night
And he rubs it to discover Tex Mex the man Ol Jack of the lantern
Who promptly tell him he will grant him 3 wishes
First he wishes he were a woman, not a man of the mountain
Second
Featuring such hits as -I like lumber, Jack, how about you?
I like lumber, can you give me your number
I see you need a tree feller, well I'm the fella for you
Put your back into it
All bark and no bite, just dog darn day
He said, she said - Jack said, did she?, Jill said, no he didn't!
And other confusing tales
Aladin tight's other wish is for others to recognize that people like him exist in the world
And they have real struggle with who they are
with such songs as 'who you calling a shemale, man?'
He-man/shemale, Seaman, and the whale
Moby Dick or toby and the red brick retold
The house that Jill built
Look who's wearing the trousers
Sand in my test tube
Gender positive discrimination on the Appellation trail
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Took my bike to the bicycle shop
The one on Kada ut
The guy there was like "I don't speak English"
I'm not even gonna say hello
He wore this dark mask on his face
This plaintiff unmerciful look
As if he accused me of stealing his rainbow
That a Siamese twin should know
He cycled back to his banana republic
Of being alone
When I think of all the cruel things
People say, my heart turns into a stone
This land is not a kind one
This is pick a bone
This is smile and you get kicked in the teeth
This land says "Leave me alone!"
What is the point of helping these folks
Who care not a tuppence for me
What is the point of giving them taxes
So with their laws they can
Stop me being free?
I am sure such a land is a murder field.
I am sure they'll crucify me
If they knew what I thought
Of their dumb ass navigation
Through the world of democracy
This place could be the worst in Europe.
This place is a Soviet Stooge
It is biding its time for an invasion
Then with Russia it will cause a deluge
And pack up the Warsaw Pact
And write for treatments of treaties at home
And put right all that Trianon put wrong
And finally end up all alone
No the wheel doesn't turn straight
It's bent, bent as a copper
It has been beaten
By the forces of state
Its spokesmen are out of whack
By a whopper
And you may Big Mac your way to the top
On European subsidies
But if you take from the Robber barons of
The East, from your debts you'll never
get free.
So why don't you straighten out your own wheel
The wheel of your democracy
Because until you give the spokespeople
Full freedom of speech
All you'll get is a jelly state that will wobble
and topple
And if you look to your own people to fix it
I'm afraid they're as corrupt at the bottom
as they are at the top
You need a new system of administration
If you want this corruption to stop
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Don't you come back from the dead
You fossil stay down
Where you have your bed
Don't come back from the forest floor
Zombie Dinosaur
Yes I know you were buried in the mud
And the silt it covered your skin
And your flesh was frozen turned to stone
And your body was placed in the bin
But there is still some spirit from long ago
That fester way down in the swamps
Where mini monsters eat themselves
And rise up like jellified lumps
If you were me then what would you say?
Oh uhhuh come back and have fun
But No my friend Zombie Dinosaur
Down there is your home, the only one
We don't want you to walk the streets and pester
The good human beings
Although we're having trouble now
It's a bubble now a sacred cow
And it will burst as soon as life moves on
But I am a Zombie Dinosaur I need life
And sustenance
Don't bar me from my second coming
On this sweet earth, you know I once was number one
But the world moves on my friend with jaws
My many betoothed beastie
And you don't simply come rampaging
Helping yourself everytime you get a little feasty
Don't lock me out, don't shut me down
Block me or deny me
My day will come when I'm in the sun
And none shall supervise me
I shall be free to skip in the fields
And dance and play and come
Back over the barrows
Of the dead elves
And leave the dwarves to the shadows
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.
I used to lie in the gravel of the sun
For hours and hours
Used lie above the woodshed
On the virginia creepers
And examine the soft jews ear
That grew on the elder
That stood by the slat wooden fence
That sometimes blew down in the wind
I used to watch the cat walking along the fence top
And then she would travel down
and up the side of the house plot
I had a heart to love
All the bees in the foxgloves
But I can't say that now
I used to feel care free chasing butterflies in fields
Or watching snails wandering underneath Rhubarb leaves
I used to have that desire to find out all about the world
But I don't have that now
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.
It was a witch's wedding
Down in a cave
A witch's wedding
But never a guest looked grave
Through the cob webbing
As the candlesticks save
And the yellow lights shone
On the walls
Who's echoing screeches gave
The tides on the shore were ebbing
The sun dial's chimes did call
A large cauldron stood four feet tall
And into the pot went all manner of fool
A four legged friend even one foot stool
Friends until the end as the frog's legs sprawl
And the preacher she was a creature of
A most hideous hide
Jagged as a stalagmite
Only matched by the wedding bride's
But beauty runs more than skin deep
And these had rhinoceros hides
Such beauty had never walked such caves
Not since the Halloween's tide
The witch was given away by the star of
The scene
as the devil walked in there
Turning all the wedding guests green
Ah my sweet Papa said the witch
And bowed to kiss his tail
The mysterious man showed grace and poise
And in his duties never failed
"A fine young man your bride groom is
As father I do approve
Just mind he is versed in the dark arts
And his station it will improve
I shall turn the world to my will
And ensure his career is skilled"
Oh, but the Devil was no ordinary man
A real Prince charming was he
And as he let go of her hand
In the other he passed the husband a key
Now you and she will be locked together
Chained like the tides to the sea
And your life and hers will forever be tied
Round and round until in death you are free
A narcissist first, and a narcissist last
The devil's own sin was his pride
And as he vainly gave the key to the groom
He neglected to look at the bride
And in that short moment
When the wedding bonds passed
And the Groom did inherit the Earth
Hell wore a smile like a river wide
And his daughter's eye contained much guile and mirth
Yet she was a witch and could never submit
To man's complete dominion
For in truth she hurt for the wild wind's course
And she ached to untie the marital union
Though love is a bond that lives wild and strong
And will pass beyond measureless time
The heart is an art that is a high road long
And only lives because others have died
This man she knew, she would tell to go to hell
And he would in truth dwell down there
But his worldly sense loved the commonsense
While hers was more a type magical mare
A witch's divorce is a thing to see of course
No solicitor could negotiate deeds
How to divide the keys to the Earth
Or pages of pride and of greed
Though he may leave her
She will never forget
And her curse will follow him
Like a supersonic jet
Booming the sound waves
And brooming the debt
He owes her his life yet
He owes her his life yet
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
In life
Do not spend too long on the ordination of spiders
For they have their own legs
And they will carry them
Try not to be fooled by earwigs
For they may get in your ear and whisper many things
Memory is a wonderful thing when founded on common sense
Otherwise try to forget it
The meaning of moths can only be had in daylight
At night they can really elude you
Do not talk too fast nor too slow
For doing either will upset google translate
The best remedy for a cold is not to catch it in the first place
Kings and Queens may come and go, but the monarchy is forever!
Until it's not.
Gargling can increase your life chances by 50% if stuck under water.
Too many cooks spoil the broth, but only if you don't chop them up enough first.
The large stone platform in the world is positioned about Milton Keynes
The thing is nobody gets a chance to look up, and no one wants to look down,
They just keep on going around and around.
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
On zoom sat at home
It could be Naples, Florence or Rome
I am bleeding
Ones and zeros
Come here into my room
Come here to my room
I want you to be
In real time focus
Like the Entire world seems fuzzy
At least on zoom
My head has gone
Come see me in my room
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.
The con climbed over the wall
He scaled the razors and barbs
And miraculously those little sabours
Left his flesh unharmed
The he ran with the spirit of a rabbit
Darting the spot lighted eye
The search the perimeter horizon
He was determined that he would not die
Next after swimming the short moat
He found himself in the cemetry
At least when they measured his pulse
They'd note no unusual telemetry
So not to be down beat, he let his heart and feet
Rest a while
And the hint of a smile
Began to creep across his face
This graveyard was a god send, the peace and quiet
Ensured he'd be undisturbed for at least another few hours
Except then he remember, tomorrow was the Day of the dead
There would be women bearing flowers
And men bowing their heads
At least for now he could rest in peace
Or at least that's what the tombstones said
He was overcome by tiredness and drifted into sleep
The veil of the other world opened up
And in his dreams he could peep
He saw the ghosts of his loved ones
Uncles aunts and cousins
And then he noticed something stirring in the bushes
But he was paralysed by sleep's soft bosoms
Suddenly a twig snapped
And he was jolted awake
Wide-eyed and blinking
He surveyed his surroundings
and it was all he could do to stop thinking:
Someone is watching me!
..Or something...
Nothing moved, and the night was still
But then a scurry a movement quick as a flash behind a grave stone
And then again it popped out two furry ears
And his nerves were allayed
Just a rabbit he softly spoke
And all tension left him as he got the joke
The lucky rabbit's foot, he remembered in his pocket
And rubbed it for good luck
Somebody up there must still love me
But as he looked up searching the night sky
Through the branches of the lime tree
He seemed to see two green jewels starring back at him
Unlike any stars he'd witnessed before
Then the realization dawned
Oh God a figure in the branches above
But it was too late
It, whatever 'it' was
Had swooped down upon him
And its superhuman strength had wrestled Joseph to the ground
It seemed a swirl
It was over in a flash
The creature had sunk its long fangs
Into his neck and was drinking his blood
Joseph began to feel weak
As his strength was leaving him
But it was beyond him to speak
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.
For sometimes the dust mouse
With the balloon legs flies
And jars against the corners of coroners
Who are borrowing rainbows from wet skies
And velvet like a jet plane
That too smoothly
Leads the pop charts
In Rocket man serenades
Of American football players
As I empty my conscious mind on the page
And jollop of the trollop
Who with Anthony now pays
For his term in Hell
As berms like barrows swell
With ever more victims
Of Anglo Saxon descent
On cut corner garages
Where the fuel pipe is spent
By Alpha males who drive oil trucks
And dig the graves of otters
Who sereptiously at nightcall up their mothers
That twinly like the windmills
On Salisbury hill
Turn in ever soft records
Where the blue birds trill
And fellow knights of Henry
Have arrived by Welsh appeal
To garner the orange men of Wednesday
With their Zesty peel
And toothless crows will talk in hedgerows
Of Black Friday wills
Where Jesus was a charioteer
And Neil Diamond steals
The lime light of lemon trees
In elementary muse
So cut throat in pleasantries
That he must be killed
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
If in truth my death is dying
Then like a bird out the window flying
Goes the spirit of the word
Hangs the Damoclesian sword
And if in hearts
The songs are sung
Of choosing right or wrong
That's hung
In the scales of a breathless lung
Love breathes, love is silence long
I should know their ways
Are shining
To the ever receding horizon
In the burning of a child's eye
In the breath of a mother's sigh
This world is not long for keeping
But who owns her or him in sleeping
When we sleep perchance of dreaming
That this world is soft and gleaming
Not dull and hard like knives cutting
But through stars our dreams are jutting
Pushing over far frontiers
Of clouds that drench like children's tears
Of all lost meaning in innocence drowning
Until tears turn to laughter, smiles from frowning
And in wastelands spring love's eternal waters
That soothe like a balm God's sons and daughters
Who play their parts in peace and slaughters
Oh what a world it is now
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.