I met my love on Margit hid
Beneath us The Danube
Like a King snake slid
Serpentine and too tempting
We lifted the lid
On the can of worms
River out of Eden
Flow beneath the bridge
Cold inspire of hell fire
And heaven is a fridge
Blue and green and brown
Orange pecan bugs
Sweetly dying on the ground
While chestnuts scorn the rites of Spring
And push their fresh buds out
Bridge of love
Cross over
Who would cross the border line
Migrate, and break
The boundary fence
Clip and snip the pine
Twisted oaks grow on the island
Love lives out in the stream
Two beings brought there
Buda and Pest
To live out a peaceful dream
Saturday, 29 June 2019
Bridge over the Danube
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Sap is rising
The Sap is rising from the ground
Sticky sweet with life it sounds
Out the hollows of dry wood
Press-ganging life into its hood
And strangely swaying in old limbs
The things birds know on the wing
And trapping flies in its ointment
It elucidates life in an amber spyglass
Fifty million years ago
This same sap was on the flow
Pushing up from mother earth
Giving life, giving birth
Sticky sweet with life it sounds
Out the hollows of dry wood
Press-ganging life into its hood
And strangely swaying in old limbs
The things birds know on the wing
And trapping flies in its ointment
It elucidates life in an amber spyglass
Fifty million years ago
This same sap was on the flow
Pushing up from mother earth
Giving life, giving birth
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Hard
Give it to me in a matter of yards
I'm sick to death of you being so hard
A nail isn't half so scarred
By a hammer blow
A pebble isn't half as rounded
By the river's flow
But you manage it
in a breath
Just why are you so hard?
The filo pastry chef is bloated
Fat on all the cakes he's gloated
Such as this soft bellied pig
Am I
Where as you are as hard
As a wrought iron rig
I am soft as a runny egg
Soldiers may dip in my yoke
I put on the mantle of leader instead
But compared to you
I'm a joke
You're so hard boiled
That I have to beg as I swim
Around the hot water we're in
And I'd be an armadillo
But my armour's wearing thin
Just walk with me as my shield
I promise to bury my hatchet
Inside the nearest field
Then our remains will be discovered
In a thousand years time
And they'll wonder who could catch it
This true love passionate crime
I'm sick to death of you being so hard
A nail isn't half so scarred
By a hammer blow
A pebble isn't half as rounded
By the river's flow
But you manage it
in a breath
Just why are you so hard?
The filo pastry chef is bloated
Fat on all the cakes he's gloated
Such as this soft bellied pig
Am I
Where as you are as hard
As a wrought iron rig
I am soft as a runny egg
Soldiers may dip in my yoke
I put on the mantle of leader instead
But compared to you
I'm a joke
You're so hard boiled
That I have to beg as I swim
Around the hot water we're in
And I'd be an armadillo
But my armour's wearing thin
Just walk with me as my shield
I promise to bury my hatchet
Inside the nearest field
Then our remains will be discovered
In a thousand years time
And they'll wonder who could catch it
This true love passionate crime
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Love Run
I'm on a love run
I'm running from the sun
Running to the moon and back again
I'm on a love run
I thought that I was done
But there's more room for black rain
I'm on a love run and my joints ache
My muscles are numb and I shake
But I'm in love with you, you pain
I'm in love with foot steps that I follow
I'm running down the paths
Over the lumps that I swallow
The stones in my shoe,
Try the apple in my throat
That Adam couldn't quite digest
So it stuck and bobbed there like a boat
On the ocean of his voice
On the river of his words
That leave his tongue
When he kisses Eve
On his love run
Oh we're running out of Eden
Running out of time
Running out of river path
Its your place or mine
We've shared the apple
But we've committed no crime
So why are we running from God's law
Or is it from Mankind?
Don't make me laugh!
I'm on a love run with you Eve
And I'm gonna run on forever
Or as long as my legs carry me
Just like birds of a feather
I'm running from the sun
Running to the moon and back again
I'm on a love run
I thought that I was done
But there's more room for black rain
I'm on a love run and my joints ache
My muscles are numb and I shake
But I'm in love with you, you pain
I'm in love with foot steps that I follow
I'm running down the paths
Over the lumps that I swallow
The stones in my shoe,
Try the apple in my throat
That Adam couldn't quite digest
So it stuck and bobbed there like a boat
On the ocean of his voice
On the river of his words
That leave his tongue
When he kisses Eve
On his love run
Oh we're running out of Eden
Running out of time
Running out of river path
Its your place or mine
We've shared the apple
But we've committed no crime
So why are we running from God's law
Or is it from Mankind?
Don't make me laugh!
I'm on a love run with you Eve
And I'm gonna run on forever
Or as long as my legs carry me
Just like birds of a feather
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Saturday, 15 June 2019
Rhubarb soldiers of an equilibrium
As for the earthquake
The end soon came
The land had been shaken
To its foundations
And its pillars of strength gave way
All throughout
All, all throughout the day
The rain fell down
Down the well
The well filled up
And then spilled over
Over, over
Down the street
The cobbled crumbled
Tumbled down street
And kissed each stone with
Its wet lips
And licked each leaf
And drank each gutter
And it rushed, and rang
Gushed and harangued
Down the cobble street
And all the others were like
stolen ivy
Given to a fairy king
To replace the daughter
He had married off
To the Lily stalk
And all the Lords and Ladies walk
Down the cool fresh rill
In the hinterland of promises
And Primroses he could never keep
But the ivy grew and twisted around his throne
Until he was left alone
In his garden kingdom
And the Queen would groan
For her freedom
And under the green shade
Of the Rhubarb leaf she would
Find it dry
In the pouring rain
The end soon came
The land had been shaken
To its foundations
And its pillars of strength gave way
All throughout
All, all throughout the day
The rain fell down
Down the well
The well filled up
And then spilled over
Over, over
Down the street
The cobbled crumbled
Tumbled down street
And kissed each stone with
Its wet lips
And licked each leaf
And drank each gutter
And it rushed, and rang
Gushed and harangued
Down the cobble street
And all the others were like
stolen ivy
Given to a fairy king
To replace the daughter
He had married off
To the Lily stalk
And all the Lords and Ladies walk
Down the cool fresh rill
In the hinterland of promises
And Primroses he could never keep
But the ivy grew and twisted around his throne
Until he was left alone
In his garden kingdom
And the Queen would groan
For her freedom
And under the green shade
Of the Rhubarb leaf she would
Find it dry
In the pouring rain
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Thursday, 13 June 2019
Priceless
The fact of this living is
Little and often
The green wash comes in across the hills
There used to be a picture
Of someone on the wall
A picture of us together
The time before the fall
But it never lasted the sun dried its paint
The rain came in left it
Stained and taint
A man came by one day and wanted to buy
It
I said how much are you willing to pay
To me it is priceless
He said name your price
I said how do you put a price tag
On paradise
So he gave me a gold bar
And I weighed it in my arms
I said this ain't worth enough
For the memory is like a balm
How do you weigh a memory he asks
I say try a feather from a golden goose
He says don't get cute
So I said
Try cutting the air with a razor blade and give me a slice
Give me a peel of a sunny day in June
Or the grey sky when I feel
It'll rain pretty soon
Give me that put it in a jar
And I'll take it
Now he went to fetch a dog
And said inside it is dark
And the dog opened his mouth
And out flew a crow
And he said how about that
For a neat trick?
I said I know
So I held the crow and considered it
Was it worth my picture of the dream
Then the crow did spit
And out came another dog
Smaller this time and all wet
Like it had just been born
A tiny dog the size of a toy
But it will grow
Said the crow
And I was surprised he could talk
So I picked up the dog
And went for a walk
The man came running after me
And said what about the picture
Oh I said, you can take it
And the whole house too if you like
I have something far more valuable here
With my little toy dog that barks
Little and often
The green wash comes in across the hills
There used to be a picture
Of someone on the wall
A picture of us together
The time before the fall
But it never lasted the sun dried its paint
The rain came in left it
Stained and taint
A man came by one day and wanted to buy
It
I said how much are you willing to pay
To me it is priceless
He said name your price
I said how do you put a price tag
On paradise
So he gave me a gold bar
And I weighed it in my arms
I said this ain't worth enough
For the memory is like a balm
How do you weigh a memory he asks
I say try a feather from a golden goose
He says don't get cute
So I said
Try cutting the air with a razor blade and give me a slice
Give me a peel of a sunny day in June
Or the grey sky when I feel
It'll rain pretty soon
Give me that put it in a jar
And I'll take it
Now he went to fetch a dog
And said inside it is dark
And the dog opened his mouth
And out flew a crow
And he said how about that
For a neat trick?
I said I know
So I held the crow and considered it
Was it worth my picture of the dream
Then the crow did spit
And out came another dog
Smaller this time and all wet
Like it had just been born
A tiny dog the size of a toy
But it will grow
Said the crow
And I was surprised he could talk
So I picked up the dog
And went for a walk
The man came running after me
And said what about the picture
Oh I said, you can take it
And the whole house too if you like
I have something far more valuable here
With my little toy dog that barks
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Tuesday, 11 June 2019
Thomas a' Beckett and Samuel
This is
what it takes
She said
she’s moving to Somerset
To get
access to him
You can’t
see nothing up the steps
Only when
he is grabbing his collar
And he
leapt up on the table on a Wednesday
And we’re
going to be like sardines tonight
What can it
take
This pop
culture of
You’s and
me’s
The dirt in
the sugar
The coal in
the snow
All these
youngsters
I am almost
them
Only
missing a fragment
Called love
or freedom
From fear
One wedding
is at 3pm
Because
they want Brexit after the wedding
They want what?
That’s
gonna cost a lot extra
And an
awful lot of stress
I really
wonder why they are bothering
What- to
get married?
Can I try
some carrot cake
Yeah why
not
Well she’s
diabetic isn’t she
Well its
for the baby
They can’t
get a kebab because
Tom is funny
about what he eats
Well if
he’s funny about what he eats
Then they
should just…
I mean I
didn’t bother
Busta’s
eaten a whole bar of soap
They used
to be here
You were
right
They used
to bring a whole box of tropical boxes
Where they
used to have twelve ash trays now they only have three
And you
know it brings me down
They dogs
in the parlour
The beast
in the garden
But they
don’t come in because the green fairy is there
Always
licking them before they get to close
That is one
god-damn demon kick ass fairy
Sure is
Greatest in
the land
And I heard
this boy say to me you’ve got
A bit of
bird shit on your car
And I said
to Sam
Is that
right
I’ve got
your car
She said no
She said I
wanted to say hello to him
She called
him
And she
thought Jack would come running up to her
But she
said how long has it been since the fit
And they
said a couple of months
And then he
weed last night
He peed
last night
And he was
looking funny and then started going backwards
And he went
straight into the door
And started
going backwards
And last
night he was really sickly
And I tried
taking him downstairs
And he was
looking at me like that ain’t right
I don’t
know what you are trying to do to me
And he shot
back upstairs
and then
went out again
I mean
normally he isn’t like that
Well I came
down – that was last night?
For a fag
and I would have said there was something not right about him
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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