Somewhere under a tree
In a sunny green field of wheat
Where the shade of its leaf
Gives some relief
To the blind fury of life
Some standing arbor like a grotto
Some freshly grown riparian chateau
I'd settle for such a repose
Lay me down in the flowers my love
Lay my head on your breast
I want to stay for hours my love
With you and find my sweet rest
I want to dance in the moonlit towers
On the marble stairs of Olympia
Or throw my cares to the wild flower airs
That grow in the fields of Elysium
I wish for sources of rivers to be known to me
So I can drink from their well
And fill my dry mouth with their reviving salts
And bathe my limbs where tired they fell
Do you remember the fish in Eger?
That weaved their way through the stream
The river changed, but they remained the same
Like you and I in a dream
Sadly the river has passed us on
As we've been treading water together
I wish like the salmon we'd swum
And seen
All the places we could've together
But instead we joined a stagnant pool
Where the Sun has almost killed us
And the water is dank
Where nobody drank
And no new hopes could've filled us
So I must leave on my own off shoot
I must join a tributary of the Great River
And you must go too if you value your life
Or you will stay in this poor pool forever
There can be no way back for us my love
We must accept what the river has given us
And if we can't live together
Then we must find another
And hope that other
Has forgiven us
Sunday, 12 May 2019
Under a green leaf tree
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Trolley Number 70
Made to measure slick boys
Ready for the construction yard
Cigarette candle ladies
Sitting on their waxwork chairs
Young bucks and old fucks
Riding on the same bus
Waiting in white
Bearded head blue suit
Taxis drive in yellow pursuit
Dread locked lover
Leather jacketed girl from
A magazine cover
Spear-headed pinstriped business men
Children, mothers wailing with green prams
Faces of beauty, blonde haired cuties
Glasses they wear, sit like birds in their hair
On the red trolley
Number 70
Ready for the construction yard
Cigarette candle ladies
Sitting on their waxwork chairs
Young bucks and old fucks
Riding on the same bus
Waiting in white
Bearded head blue suit
Taxis drive in yellow pursuit
Dread locked lover
Leather jacketed girl from
A magazine cover
Spear-headed pinstriped business men
Children, mothers wailing with green prams
Faces of beauty, blonde haired cuties
Glasses they wear, sit like birds in their hair
On the red trolley
Number 70
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
For every end there's a beginning
The Ending said
Yes this looks like it
We've had a nice time
But its high time we quit
The beginning said, hmm, now well
Where shall we start
To begin at the beginning
But I had a change of heart
The thing with love is its a terrible weed
It gets in your garden because
Of your greed
And you lust after things
You don't possibly need
You try to mow it down
Even kill its seed
But when its already grown
There nothing for it than to lead
You ought to know
There's no beginning or end
To the heart
To cut off an emotion
Is not like an engine
With an ignition key
So Beginning said again
I am the creator
The great instigator of what your heart needs
And End stepped in like a terrible black friend
With a macabre sense of humour
No point hanging around you'll get a tumour
With all this worry and stress
Life is too short
For this lifelessness
This holding on to something
Like the strands of a scarf
Don't make me laugh
Said Death
End's brother in arms
Cousin to rebirth
So now rebirth
The mother to Beginning
Gave forth her bellyful of wisdom
Be wise my child with your life force
But go out into the wild world
And multiply
For the mountains shall divide
And be swallowed by the sea
And the tides will cover the islands
And what will be shall be
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I could've brought us there
Why did you do this to me?
I could have lived for a thousand years
Without discovering this planet of tears
Where the seas are salty
And the moon moves the tide
And all communications are faulty
Each time that I've tried
To break through
To touch you inside
I could've been on a journey
To the centre of the earth
And never experienced the gravity
That's pulled me since my birth
Out of you
For what its worth
I could've held open heaven's door
And slammed shut hell's gate
Just so we could stand on love's shore
And wave goodbye to the ship of hate
I could've brought us there
But instead now its too late
The tides come in, our ship has sunk
Now we're washed up outside of Eden's walls
I could have lived for a thousand years
Without discovering this planet of tears
Where the seas are salty
And the moon moves the tide
And all communications are faulty
Each time that I've tried
To break through
To touch you inside
I could've been on a journey
To the centre of the earth
And never experienced the gravity
That's pulled me since my birth
Out of you
For what its worth
I could've held open heaven's door
And slammed shut hell's gate
Just so we could stand on love's shore
And wave goodbye to the ship of hate
I could've brought us there
But instead now its too late
The tides come in, our ship has sunk
Now we're washed up outside of Eden's walls
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Put a little water with it
Put a little water with it
When you've drunk some wine
And you're feeling fine
Put a little water in
Facebook comments and posts
Can hurt and in extreme the most
So before you click
Remember the mix
Put a little water with it
When you're out on the street with your loved one
And the words fly like bullets from a gun
You're experiencing a lovers tiff
Dilute your words before they hit
Put a little water with it
Things come out better
When there's news of the weather
When its been sunshine for days but no showers
The heat drives men insane
They need a little water on the brain!
Hey let it rain
Put a little water with it
The world is made up of H2O
And we are but creatures of this world you know
Alcohol is poison
Give a little Adam's ale oilin'
Neither lets us be poisoned by our words
It really is absurd, like trying to swallow swords
Remember to drink down water for your healing
As for comments and clicks
Its an internet of sticks
And stones that may break your bones
But whoever said words don't hurt when you're alone?
Put a little water with it
When you've drunk some wine
And you're feeling fine
Put a little water in
Facebook comments and posts
Can hurt and in extreme the most
So before you click
Remember the mix
Put a little water with it
When you're out on the street with your loved one
And the words fly like bullets from a gun
You're experiencing a lovers tiff
Dilute your words before they hit
Put a little water with it
Things come out better
When there's news of the weather
When its been sunshine for days but no showers
The heat drives men insane
They need a little water on the brain!
Hey let it rain
Put a little water with it
The world is made up of H2O
And we are but creatures of this world you know
Alcohol is poison
Give a little Adam's ale oilin'
Neither lets us be poisoned by our words
It really is absurd, like trying to swallow swords
Remember to drink down water for your healing
As for comments and clicks
Its an internet of sticks
And stones that may break your bones
But whoever said words don't hurt when you're alone?
Put a little water with it
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Friday, 10 May 2019
The bells of Csepel
The bells of Csepel
They are ringing
In the air you can tell
They are bringing
In news of the ware
Houses of despair
And my soul which is trapped
There singing
Those bells there now
Have rung
For all those strung out and hung
For doing right not wrong
Innocent without a gun
For them the bells have rung
They have rung
For the liars and deceivers
Town criers calling to non-believers
For the beggars and the thieves
All those who cannot be relieved
For those lost and alone
Have they rung
The bells of Csepel they are ringing
Between heaven and hell
they are bringing
The souls of the dead
To the flat island's head
Where the Csepel Angels
Are winging
They are ringing
In the air you can tell
They are bringing
In news of the ware
Houses of despair
And my soul which is trapped
There singing
Those bells there now
Have rung
For all those strung out and hung
For doing right not wrong
Innocent without a gun
For them the bells have rung
They have rung
For the liars and deceivers
Town criers calling to non-believers
For the beggars and the thieves
All those who cannot be relieved
For those lost and alone
Have they rung
The bells of Csepel they are ringing
Between heaven and hell
they are bringing
The souls of the dead
To the flat island's head
Where the Csepel Angels
Are winging
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Thursday, 9 May 2019
Stealing words
What did the singers mean
When they swam that old stream
Across, beyond this mortal dream
Of life and love so in between
And how do singers hold their tongue
When they know the day is done
Of life and love and everyone
Brought up sun-ward in the sky hung
I filched the last pilchard of the race
The salmon swimming changed my face
Into a mainstream streamlined grace
Two fish wives looking in disgrace
I locked a nimbus in the sky
And lost my keys to the rain dance guy
Who stamped his feet, but I didn't try
I stood there watching and asked him why
He flew at me with a ballerinas speed
And chewed the curtains rails of my need
But while it drops I remains to impede
His escape from the stage where my heart bleeds
I fought a long way to the ghost
Of words that you said that hurt the most
And quietly timber falls on a Grecian coast
As they prepare their ships for the naval host
One day those ships will sail in
And I'll be there on the bowsprit and grin
At all those I know who said I'll never win
But my armies will conquer over sin
And yes there will be fortune and pain
For the river rises and runs dry again
In words once lost but we will regain
Our hold on the holy ghost down lain
When they swam that old stream
Across, beyond this mortal dream
Of life and love so in between
And how do singers hold their tongue
When they know the day is done
Of life and love and everyone
Brought up sun-ward in the sky hung
I filched the last pilchard of the race
The salmon swimming changed my face
Into a mainstream streamlined grace
Two fish wives looking in disgrace
I locked a nimbus in the sky
And lost my keys to the rain dance guy
Who stamped his feet, but I didn't try
I stood there watching and asked him why
He flew at me with a ballerinas speed
And chewed the curtains rails of my need
But while it drops I remains to impede
His escape from the stage where my heart bleeds
I fought a long way to the ghost
Of words that you said that hurt the most
And quietly timber falls on a Grecian coast
As they prepare their ships for the naval host
One day those ships will sail in
And I'll be there on the bowsprit and grin
At all those I know who said I'll never win
But my armies will conquer over sin
And yes there will be fortune and pain
For the river rises and runs dry again
In words once lost but we will regain
Our hold on the holy ghost down lain
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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