Who's fretting now
God disagrees,
His glorious vengeance reaped out on the seas
Who's fretting now
The tumble weed blows
The door creaks
Nobody speaks
And nobody knows
Who's fretting now in the light trees
Planted like tombs from heaven
Dropped like bombs from the grave
Of the Somme
Where someone died
One or other
It takes a certain kind of craziness to cut and run
Especially if there is nobody there pointing a gun
You choose your annihilation according to your will
Pick your poison that pill to kill
You swallow and you don't look back or if you do
It will be too late
Yes there's a time to love and a time to hate
A time to save a life
A time to kill
Whose gonna tell you when the time is right
Nobody at your back holding a knife
You just imagine the persecutor there
Before the open window
Taking in the air
Once upon a lightening storm
I was riding,
Rode through the shadows of my past
Flashing up in memories
Some distant remembered scene
Lightening in the brain
Life goes by so fast
It seems like only yesterday
You were riding with me
Stormy weather blowing cloud ships through the sky
Treading soft as angels
Broken glass in front of me
Cinderellas' slippers in the hall
Sitting in a glass house
A vast house, the last house
The last time some such a voice did call
God he had to disagree
Put an end to misery
And miserly collect the fall
Where do moths fly in lightening storms?
Friday, 25 May 2018
A time upon a storm
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Pearls
Take me too the mountain top
Make it stop, make it stop
Make all this hurt and pain just stop
What is loving
What is it?
Is it salt is it grit
Is it that grain in the oysters shell
That's rolled around
Through years of hell
Discomfort and pain
To make what
Something vain?
To make what? A pearl
The most valuable gem in all the world
Just look at it possess it
Put it on a string and make a necklace
Hang it there with pride
Because you know love's many sides
Have made it smooth
Not golden but mysterious like the moon
Too delicate to touch
I want to hold you so much
But I can't let it go
I can't sell my soul
Or perhaps I can,
I already have
Now I live in a clam
Buffeted by the wave
I just have no sign of a grain of sand
To rub in my own wound
To coat in my own silver fish flesh
My own fish scale clothes
That I wear underwater
Where all the fish breath
All the world's your oyster
That's what they say
Only all I want to know is:
Where's my pearl today?
Make it stop, make it stop
Make all this hurt and pain just stop
What is loving
What is it?
Is it salt is it grit
Is it that grain in the oysters shell
That's rolled around
Through years of hell
Discomfort and pain
To make what
Something vain?
To make what? A pearl
The most valuable gem in all the world
Just look at it possess it
Put it on a string and make a necklace
Hang it there with pride
Because you know love's many sides
Have made it smooth
Not golden but mysterious like the moon
Too delicate to touch
I want to hold you so much
But I can't let it go
I can't sell my soul
Or perhaps I can,
I already have
Now I live in a clam
Buffeted by the wave
I just have no sign of a grain of sand
To rub in my own wound
To coat in my own silver fish flesh
My own fish scale clothes
That I wear underwater
Where all the fish breath
All the world's your oyster
That's what they say
Only all I want to know is:
Where's my pearl today?
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Tuesday, 15 May 2018
Bridgwater in the rain
I remember in bridgwater
road in the rain
All those bloody traffic jams
All those
I remember bridgwater in the rain
And the roads that flowed
Out
The forests on the verge
That never emerge
From the corners
Of your blinkered vision
I remember the turns
And the dips in the road
Of the little old track
That ran
Down past the willows
Down past the the peat centre
And the Marshes that lay
Asleep in our hands
Do they still run,
Do the rivers still flow
The way I remember them in my youth
Do the roads still subside
And dip and dive
Do those same Peat tractors
Still pull their black load?
I suppose
They do
But what if its changed
If the falling rain
Has washed all foot prints away?
What of the people, their voices
Their triumphs
What if their hearts couldn't stay?
What then for my hopes of returning
What then for the time of a life
that's kept burning?
What if the jack knifed
Lorry is blocking the road
And the hearts blood is pumping
Its heavy load
And its blood is black with the peat
That its knowed
And the rain washes all this blackness
Away, away
road in the rain
All those bloody traffic jams
All those
I remember bridgwater in the rain
And the roads that flowed
Out
The forests on the verge
That never emerge
From the corners
Of your blinkered vision
I remember the turns
And the dips in the road
Of the little old track
That ran
Down past the willows
Down past the the peat centre
And the Marshes that lay
Asleep in our hands
Do they still run,
Do the rivers still flow
The way I remember them in my youth
Do the roads still subside
And dip and dive
Do those same Peat tractors
Still pull their black load?
I suppose
They do
But what if its changed
If the falling rain
Has washed all foot prints away?
What of the people, their voices
Their triumphs
What if their hearts couldn't stay?
What then for my hopes of returning
What then for the time of a life
that's kept burning?
What if the jack knifed
Lorry is blocking the road
And the hearts blood is pumping
Its heavy load
And its blood is black with the peat
That its knowed
And the rain washes all this blackness
Away, away
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Wednesday, 9 May 2018
All in a day's work
The
saluting general came by this way
Forgiving
all the ink
He had his
pig
He had his
sway
He painted
them all in pink
And nuts
fell from the balding sky
Like hair
down in the sink
And I asked
- lord why must we die?
And he said
why do you think?
I said I
think the jelly
The jelly,
what the hell?
I said yeah
I think the Jelly
When it
rolls you cannot tell
But when it
rolls, you know you live
You know
you don’t wanna die
So, keep
them pennies falling from heaven
And in time
the good saints will fly
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
What the frock!?
The finish
day is only a step away
The rainbow
only a broken corner on a hatful of godless churches
The reach
is only a toilet stop and except for the models
The rain
has stopped
They come
and they go with their morrocan glance
The holy
foot steps on the looking glass
It is only
a step away from the past
Only a wish
away
\\\\\\\\the neighbourhood rocks
\It falls
from the glocks
From the glockenspiel
sheep
The way out
frocks
On the
widows peaks
And clocks
of the cocks
Who chime
in the sun
When the
morning comes up
And the new
day is done
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Sunday, 6 May 2018
Jumping
I am a model of uncommon sense
It is not sensible to model yourselves on me
I am a frog who likes to hug trees
Do not leap into the dark like me
I am a turtle who hides in his shell
When the bombs start falling
And the world goes to hell
Do not do the same
Do not swim with sharks
You are likely to get bitten
once or twice you will not be shy
You'll die!
Do not be brave my friend you see
The whole wide ocean of discovery
Awaits outside your window for you
To be free
Do not follow me
Do not follow me
The land of milk and honey
Began to run quite runny
And the painter's palette slipped away
The Palestinian laughed
Because he could not telegraph
A penny saved is a penny halved
And all the witches took their scarves
And wrapped around them swathed and swayed
It is not sensible to model yourselves on me
I am a frog who likes to hug trees
Do not leap into the dark like me
I am a turtle who hides in his shell
When the bombs start falling
And the world goes to hell
Do not do the same
Do not swim with sharks
You are likely to get bitten
once or twice you will not be shy
You'll die!
Do not be brave my friend you see
The whole wide ocean of discovery
Awaits outside your window for you
To be free
Do not follow me
Do not follow me
The land of milk and honey
Began to run quite runny
And the painter's palette slipped away
The Palestinian laughed
Because he could not telegraph
A penny saved is a penny halved
And all the witches took their scarves
And wrapped around them swathed and swayed
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Saturday, 5 May 2018
Just say the word
Thank you for the music,
When the fat lady sings
And you save my soul and lots of other things
Music is the gift that keeps us living
It is the reason to wake up in the morning
And put on your clothes
Or take them off in the evening
And go dancing
Being led by the nose
It is the thread that we follow
When we can see nothing
Even in our dreams
Just say the word eh?
Well you need not say a thing
Just sing a note
And I will float away
On the sea,
the endless ocean
And that will heal me
When the fat lady sings
And you save my soul and lots of other things
Music is the gift that keeps us living
It is the reason to wake up in the morning
And put on your clothes
Or take them off in the evening
And go dancing
Being led by the nose
It is the thread that we follow
When we can see nothing
Even in our dreams
Just say the word eh?
Well you need not say a thing
Just sing a note
And I will float away
On the sea,
the endless ocean
And that will heal me
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
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