It was the Spring time but I was heading for a fall
Just like me to spring into action
Just before losing it all
These must be my grapefruit days
For life is so bitter sweet
And though its happened to me in so many ways
I wish now we never did meet
My beer tasted bitter
I can't eat my food
And the streets are full of litter
And everyone's rude
And I'm not a quitter
But my actions are crude
And I just want to hit her
But I know that's not good
My salad days are gone
I can't think how to finish this song
And I am just a fool for love in the end
A fool who has loved and lost a friend
Wednesday, 20 March 2019
Heading for a fall
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Into Spring love
Spring time can make the hares go mad
So why can't it make me turn bad?
Spring time can make the moles turn sod
So why can't it make me stop believing in god?
Yes and Spring time can make the cockerels crew
So why can't it make me fall in love with you?
Well I can ask others my questions why
But Spring time for me is a good time to to die
There is so much life in this month of May
And April showers are ripe for the hay
Now march Spring flowers bring the buds today
So why can't I blame my love on they?
Spring time can make the blue birds sing
And Spring time can make the wedding bells ring
Oh why can't ourselves be flattered by a thing
As easy as Love in Spring?
The doves are cooing, and the pigeons chime
Their white collar necks call your place or mine
And butterflies play in a blue sky
So honey when I love you, my oh my
The Spring is the right time for being with you
But maybe we're just buying time
For somebody new
So why can't it make me turn bad?
Spring time can make the moles turn sod
So why can't it make me stop believing in god?
Yes and Spring time can make the cockerels crew
So why can't it make me fall in love with you?
Well I can ask others my questions why
But Spring time for me is a good time to to die
There is so much life in this month of May
And April showers are ripe for the hay
Now march Spring flowers bring the buds today
So why can't I blame my love on they?
Spring time can make the blue birds sing
And Spring time can make the wedding bells ring
Oh why can't ourselves be flattered by a thing
As easy as Love in Spring?
The doves are cooing, and the pigeons chime
Their white collar necks call your place or mine
And butterflies play in a blue sky
So honey when I love you, my oh my
The Spring is the right time for being with you
But maybe we're just buying time
For somebody new
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Cherry Cola
Now I don't care about
All your flout and flare
I don't mind if you say what you mean
You can shout and you can swear about
How everyone you know is so mean
Just don't come about here
Flouting all your high flown things
Because I don't care about
Going round your whereabouts
It don't amount to a hill a' beans
I should ha told ya, I guess I should ha
I never warned of how bad I been ba
It seemed so natural just to cry on ya shoulder
As you seemed to know exactly what I mean
But just don't go tellin' about how you been
Sold out, I told ya about that kind a thing
It don't mean ring doughnuts, because
Them wiv' no guts don't own us
No nobody gonna take my soda stream
I got cherry cola, and lemonade
I got any roller you want on your blade
I got some drink that'll knock ya flat
And some slice of lemon that can
Cut a cat, if you know what I mean
On a nine dollar bill, on a washing machine
Where his ninth live's used up
And he wants to get clean
So he launders, saunters, and kind of crawls
Down the street
This street cat, this alley pussy
Ready for the big time baby
Ready to get big
But inside he's bricking it
Like a lime kiln kit
He's all fired up but nowhere to go just
Sitting tight getting hot before he
Goes watch a show
That's the Lime kiln kitty
That's who I'm on about
Speaking of him, talkin' of me
Have you seen what I've shown because
Its the only thing free
All your flout and flare
I don't mind if you say what you mean
You can shout and you can swear about
How everyone you know is so mean
Just don't come about here
Flouting all your high flown things
Because I don't care about
Going round your whereabouts
It don't amount to a hill a' beans
I should ha told ya, I guess I should ha
I never warned of how bad I been ba
It seemed so natural just to cry on ya shoulder
As you seemed to know exactly what I mean
But just don't go tellin' about how you been
Sold out, I told ya about that kind a thing
It don't mean ring doughnuts, because
Them wiv' no guts don't own us
No nobody gonna take my soda stream
I got cherry cola, and lemonade
I got any roller you want on your blade
I got some drink that'll knock ya flat
And some slice of lemon that can
Cut a cat, if you know what I mean
On a nine dollar bill, on a washing machine
Where his ninth live's used up
And he wants to get clean
So he launders, saunters, and kind of crawls
Down the street
This street cat, this alley pussy
Ready for the big time baby
Ready to get big
But inside he's bricking it
Like a lime kiln kit
He's all fired up but nowhere to go just
Sitting tight getting hot before he
Goes watch a show
That's the Lime kiln kitty
That's who I'm on about
Speaking of him, talkin' of me
Have you seen what I've shown because
Its the only thing free
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The Moron Prince
His father was the king of the castle
His mother was the queen
And he was that little parcel
That was so special but never seen
He grew up the third in the family
Behind two hansom princes
Both in line to inherit the throne
Both whose strength by which convinces
Yet early on in the reign of their world
Tragedy struck to unfold in furls
The delicate threads that held their kingdom together
The bonds which broke were severed forever
The Princes died in some foreign land
Off defending their country and
They spent their fortunes after mis-read hands
That their father and mother could not understand
So who was left but their little brother
A weedling prince, the runt of the litter
Who was never fed much nor given much love
Who of his brothers had been bitter
For he would never get enough
So in his way of dealing with his lot
He too escaped but to live a carefree life
One in which women and pleasures were king
In which nothing much mattered not amounted to a thing
And when he was through with his spendthrift living
He returned to the home for his father's forgiving
But that one thing he could never enjoy
Was his fathers favour for he was the wrong boy
My best sons are gone, he cried, he cried
The lord has taken them into his arms
And left me this weedling who acts like a snake
And slithers up to my throne, like he had made no mistake
Now the queen butted in and cried father oh King
You must forgive capricious fate for your suffering
This your only son and heir
Has returned to his family, with his loyalty laid bare
He is the one Prince who may save our throne
So as a mother to a son, she doted all day long
Cooked him dinners and laughed at his jokes
And even stood up to her husband's cruel pokes
Until enough time had passed, and his father
The king turned old
His head was grey, his ears were weak,
But while his cantankerous soul was bold
His body was failing
And all this time the snake was rising
Growing stronger on the carcasses
Left by the mother, killing others weaker
Than him, feeding his belly
Until finally he saw his father sway
Like in a stupor of faded glory
And down he struck killing him
With a thump to his heart
Now the snake king ruled the land
And the king was laid to rest
His mother the Queen was glad but old
She just saw the fruits of her invest
She just witnessed the natural unfolding
There was no valour there
No desire for higher moral standing
Just a wish to rule her lair
They entwined together till she died
And the now grew and twisted prince
Looked back at life like biting his tail
He won his desire, but to succeed was to fail
For where was his love? Where was his wife
She had left him long ago to lead a good life
Yet he would never sacrifice his goal
For her, so he cut her adrift in a cruel world
And she suffered much at his hands
Until one day she came back to finish her plans
And she took her revenge on the moron prince
She poisoned his chalice and he has died since
To be sitting rocking in his old mother's chair
Where she swaddled and fed him once
In her vipers lair
And the woman who was once to be his wife
Left the dagger there and took up the knife
And with the snake king's dying hand
Made him sign the contract to show she owned the land
Later she knocked their castle down
And rebuilt a home for children
From the worst parts of town
And the kingdom was ended with
The death of the king,
But still she engendered the spirit of care taking
His mother was the queen
And he was that little parcel
That was so special but never seen
He grew up the third in the family
Behind two hansom princes
Both in line to inherit the throne
Both whose strength by which convinces
Yet early on in the reign of their world
Tragedy struck to unfold in furls
The delicate threads that held their kingdom together
The bonds which broke were severed forever
The Princes died in some foreign land
Off defending their country and
They spent their fortunes after mis-read hands
That their father and mother could not understand
So who was left but their little brother
A weedling prince, the runt of the litter
Who was never fed much nor given much love
Who of his brothers had been bitter
For he would never get enough
So in his way of dealing with his lot
He too escaped but to live a carefree life
One in which women and pleasures were king
In which nothing much mattered not amounted to a thing
And when he was through with his spendthrift living
He returned to the home for his father's forgiving
But that one thing he could never enjoy
Was his fathers favour for he was the wrong boy
My best sons are gone, he cried, he cried
The lord has taken them into his arms
And left me this weedling who acts like a snake
And slithers up to my throne, like he had made no mistake
Now the queen butted in and cried father oh King
You must forgive capricious fate for your suffering
This your only son and heir
Has returned to his family, with his loyalty laid bare
He is the one Prince who may save our throne
So as a mother to a son, she doted all day long
Cooked him dinners and laughed at his jokes
And even stood up to her husband's cruel pokes
Until enough time had passed, and his father
The king turned old
His head was grey, his ears were weak,
But while his cantankerous soul was bold
His body was failing
And all this time the snake was rising
Growing stronger on the carcasses
Left by the mother, killing others weaker
Than him, feeding his belly
Until finally he saw his father sway
Like in a stupor of faded glory
And down he struck killing him
With a thump to his heart
Now the snake king ruled the land
And the king was laid to rest
His mother the Queen was glad but old
She just saw the fruits of her invest
She just witnessed the natural unfolding
There was no valour there
No desire for higher moral standing
Just a wish to rule her lair
They entwined together till she died
And the now grew and twisted prince
Looked back at life like biting his tail
He won his desire, but to succeed was to fail
For where was his love? Where was his wife
She had left him long ago to lead a good life
Yet he would never sacrifice his goal
For her, so he cut her adrift in a cruel world
And she suffered much at his hands
Until one day she came back to finish her plans
And she took her revenge on the moron prince
She poisoned his chalice and he has died since
To be sitting rocking in his old mother's chair
Where she swaddled and fed him once
In her vipers lair
And the woman who was once to be his wife
Left the dagger there and took up the knife
And with the snake king's dying hand
Made him sign the contract to show she owned the land
Later she knocked their castle down
And rebuilt a home for children
From the worst parts of town
And the kingdom was ended with
The death of the king,
But still she engendered the spirit of care taking
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Monday, 18 March 2019
English Roses
I asked for a Rhododendron
You called it a rose
Its a Rhode island baby by any other name
I suppose
The chickens were clucking
And the goose was getting fat
When you put all your eggs in my basket
And I began to wear it as my hat
Finally the golden egg has hatched
And its a hatchet job
Of Margaret Thatcher
And the banker, Rob
Together they've been growing
These gardens of English Flowers
And they've been turning up the borders
And twisting the halls of power
And the English Country Cottage
Is showing signs of wear
Its time for a Spring clean
Time to wipe the walls bare
Get rid of the stains and smears
Get rid of the shadows
Draw back the curtains
And open the windows
Let in the fresh air
Let the sun shine in the corners
And mind you tend
The English roses that grow outside their borders
You called it a rose
Its a Rhode island baby by any other name
I suppose
The chickens were clucking
And the goose was getting fat
When you put all your eggs in my basket
And I began to wear it as my hat
Finally the golden egg has hatched
And its a hatchet job
Of Margaret Thatcher
And the banker, Rob
Together they've been growing
These gardens of English Flowers
And they've been turning up the borders
And twisting the halls of power
And the English Country Cottage
Is showing signs of wear
Its time for a Spring clean
Time to wipe the walls bare
Get rid of the stains and smears
Get rid of the shadows
Draw back the curtains
And open the windows
Let in the fresh air
Let the sun shine in the corners
And mind you tend
The English roses that grow outside their borders
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Perfect Strangers
We were perfect strangers
When I met you
Then you took me in your arms
Now I cannot forget you
Honey this is what it means
To be perfect strangers
No need to explain things
Like lending coffee to your neighbours
Just giving to another
When the feeling takes you
This is what it means
When the music makes you
Perfect, perfect Strangers
No cracks or flaws
Just the melody changes
Listen to those open scores
No questions like why are you late?
Or who did you spend last night with?
I spent it with a perfect stranger
I wanna be perfect like you
I know I need the security
Of another's loving embrace
I know I need a mirror held up to my face
Because I don't like to see me
When I knock on closed doors
They never were closed to me before
But now I'm a perfect stranger
I'm just like you
The love we had has changed
Into something newly blue
This is what I feel
This is what I mean
The part in the movie reel
Like on the platform where they meet
The train is moving on and he appears from the steam
And she goes up to meet him
But its difficult like in a dream
They sit down in a cafe
In the waiting room of life
And over drinks discuss
What each will say to their husband or wife
They were perfect strangers
It could happen to anyone
Trying to start out from the middle
Is like going on the run
Together through life
They're in a crowded room
Two horses running on a shore
Beneath a crescent moon
They always meet up somewhere
Further down the tracks
When they'll be no longer Perfect Strangers
But Old friends just looking back
When I met you
Then you took me in your arms
Now I cannot forget you
Honey this is what it means
To be perfect strangers
No need to explain things
Like lending coffee to your neighbours
Just giving to another
When the feeling takes you
This is what it means
When the music makes you
Perfect, perfect Strangers
No cracks or flaws
Just the melody changes
Listen to those open scores
No questions like why are you late?
Or who did you spend last night with?
I spent it with a perfect stranger
I wanna be perfect like you
I know I need the security
Of another's loving embrace
I know I need a mirror held up to my face
Because I don't like to see me
When I knock on closed doors
They never were closed to me before
But now I'm a perfect stranger
I'm just like you
The love we had has changed
Into something newly blue
This is what I feel
This is what I mean
The part in the movie reel
Like on the platform where they meet
The train is moving on and he appears from the steam
And she goes up to meet him
But its difficult like in a dream
They sit down in a cafe
In the waiting room of life
And over drinks discuss
What each will say to their husband or wife
They were perfect strangers
It could happen to anyone
Trying to start out from the middle
Is like going on the run
Together through life
They're in a crowded room
Two horses running on a shore
Beneath a crescent moon
They always meet up somewhere
Further down the tracks
When they'll be no longer Perfect Strangers
But Old friends just looking back
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
It always happens to somebody else
It always happens to somebody you know
But it never seems to happen to me
But then love struck its lightening blow
And scared all the fish from the sea
They ended up right on my plate
And so I sat down to a fish supper tea
Well it always seemed to happen to somebody else
And it never seemed to happen to me
But then love came down like a hammer blow
And it thundered in the chambers of my heart
I thought all night of the wind and snow
And in the morning my car wouldn't start
But it wasn't just that I suppose you know
It was because I had forgotten the key
Well it always seems to happen to somebody else
And never seemed to happen to me
Give me a letter, write me a part
I promise to be better, now's a great time to start
I fought and I fettered, down the highways and lanes
But it just seemed the go-getter was trying in vain
So I put on the brakes and I began to skid
Like a man falling, I became a little kid
Because the snow is appalling and so is the rain
And I feel my self stalling to stop all this pain
Well it always seems to happen to somebody you know
But never seemed to happen to me
The arsenals of guns, are shooting bullets at the sun
And the silver trains are gliding down the street
And fairies weighing tons are crying out their lungs
At the bodybuilders lying at their feet
And it always seems to happen to somebody you know
But it never seemed to happen to me
As the spark of inspiration, that came from negotiation
Tied me in knots that I couldn't help but repeat
Because it always seems to happen to somebody you know
but it never seems to happen to me
But it never seems to happen to me
But then love struck its lightening blow
And scared all the fish from the sea
They ended up right on my plate
And so I sat down to a fish supper tea
Well it always seemed to happen to somebody else
And it never seemed to happen to me
But then love came down like a hammer blow
And it thundered in the chambers of my heart
I thought all night of the wind and snow
And in the morning my car wouldn't start
But it wasn't just that I suppose you know
It was because I had forgotten the key
Well it always seems to happen to somebody else
And never seemed to happen to me
Give me a letter, write me a part
I promise to be better, now's a great time to start
I fought and I fettered, down the highways and lanes
But it just seemed the go-getter was trying in vain
So I put on the brakes and I began to skid
Like a man falling, I became a little kid
Because the snow is appalling and so is the rain
And I feel my self stalling to stop all this pain
Well it always seems to happen to somebody you know
But never seemed to happen to me
The arsenals of guns, are shooting bullets at the sun
And the silver trains are gliding down the street
And fairies weighing tons are crying out their lungs
At the bodybuilders lying at their feet
And it always seems to happen to somebody you know
But it never seemed to happen to me
As the spark of inspiration, that came from negotiation
Tied me in knots that I couldn't help but repeat
Because it always seems to happen to somebody you know
but it never seems to happen to 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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