Gazprom
He was an employee from Gazprom
Arnold Tarkovskj was his name
He held on tight to his dream of flight
But always was swimming up stream
He travelled day and night down the gas line
All the way from Moscow to Kazakhstan
Then he went west into Europe
Ah here comes the the Gazprom man
Come to deliver their Gas to us they say
But surely we have no way of knowing
Their plan
Increase the price it or decrease the flow
Only the GazProm man can really know
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I love you, love, love you
Bishop's rock
And way below the ocean where the fishes swamp and swan about
Oh shoe, shoe, shout
Kelis, Kent, and Cunt
No
Clam juice
Prunes and perfect pout
The trout, true, true
Barney Mc Grew and What a shrew
Shew away the lout
What a louse
Losing his way in the pestilent field of pesticides
And pests
Cross pollinate vests of
Stripy bees
Borrowing keys to Maiden's houses
And Yet
Yet
I see the swallows wind and wander
Like forgotten star sin wonder
Of such trite bellowed up
Platitudes of Science
That mean nothing to me
I am holding on too tight
She said it
I know
it
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
They nearly put me in my grave
I was an archaeologist working in Italy
On an ancient burial ground
The sky turned black
And I was on my back
Just another piece of lost and found
Searching for a body
Anybody down there
Shake my hand
The weather's grand
Living without a care
Dying to get out tonight
You can't go out when you're dead
Looking for some kind of light
Trying to straighten out my head
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The wind was blowing strong
The cards were on the table
She had a face so long
I thought a horse was in the stable
But then her voice spoke
And it bolted out the door
And I don't want to hear
Her ringing words no more
Oh I feel a poem coming on
Don't you listen to the slap
The steer pikes are following
Their wraps
The blood that I have given though never was it given
Oh I feel a poem coming on
I'm gonna take my axe
And cut down the stiles
It is an unfortunate
Tax but it has been gone for a while
And though the people flax
And though the keys
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
A mobile phone piano
pedal operation mobile phone app
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
A packaging material made out of potatoes instead of plastic
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Way up on the wall
Way up on the wall
I see you hanging there
God, God of all
Way up on the wall
Way up on the wall
I see the devil fighting
With St George or Paul
way up on the wall
Somewhere over there
Somewhere over there
Away from fear
But you bring it near
It is too close to call
He died for our sins
He died for our sins
But sins or not
It's getting hot
Underneath the skin
Way up on the wall
Way up on the wall
The stations of
The holy cross
Walking past the holy
Ghost
Way up on the Wall
And in the midst of life
We are sometimes lost
Sometimes found
Like a pound on the ground
But we can't count the cost
Way up on the wall
I'm waiting for the fall
Always waiting for the fall
When the curtain comes down
The king loses his crown
Way up on the wall
Way up on the wall
In the Church of
Peter and Paul
Hanging there like a pear
Waiting for the apple to fall
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.