Big River, Big river argent
Big river, big river gold
Keep flowing on down to the arctic
Where the big waters flow so cold
Big river snakes rolling its belly
All over dem big valley coals
Rising up over the ramparts of mountains
Raising the spirits in the souls
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
So I'd like to know
Can you tell me
The way the moon struck an asteroid
Out of luck, out in space
A piece of schadenfreude
Specifically applied,
but not exclusively to all my friends
And ducks
In the shooting gallery
The land between your toes is rich my friend
The gaps between your teeth
Are filled with words
And cheetahs escaping nightly
Do the yellow parasols enjoy
Beyond infinity
And a parrot that doesn't talk back
My lies of pirate sands
And concupiscence
What Coquetry is this?
In the cocoanut tree of paradise
A fact or a fiction, I read while lying there?
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Now you see me,now you don't
That often misquoted quote
When what you see is a ghost of me
It is but a footnote
Literally the mountains have turned into the man
The mole has crawled out of his hole
The iceberg has cracked and fissured alongside
The ocean of well-wishers
And if Mohammed can't go to the mountains
Then the mountain must visit him
Except the mountains are self-isolating
Under the new covid restrictions
They must all keep at least 20 miles apart
Peak to peak
We must not touch the rock
As it is a carrier of disease
Try telling Moses that
He's up there with his staff
As we speak
Tapping into the great unknown
The hard stuff
He likes being caught between a rock -God
And a hard place - the Earth
I'd like to say this is how
I imagined my honeymoon
Back on Earth
But Mars is proving a draw now
Of course
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Only two planes today will take off
The sky is the limit
Well the covid runway is a quiet affair
There are no lorries or trucks anywhere
The staff are being furloughed
And a grey cloud lies there
Over their future employment
But the sky is the limit
Well what is the limit?
How much more can we take of it
When there seems no end to this
Dreadful COVID
There is a vaccine that's been developed
In a Lab
But it's a shot in the dark, still let's take a stab
There is a purpose to all of this drivel init?!
Well why do I drone on when the sky is the limit!
Everything was shut in the departures
Except a WH Smiths and a Cafe
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Ok what ever happened to Ovid at the age of 19? he seems to be largely forgotten in the current state of emergency for understandable reasons.
What did Ovid have to say about COvid and other acts of god or nature?
I ask the questions I know you want answering, like never mind covid 19, but what was Ovid doing at aged 19?
Through the darkness the light will shine
Well Helen, I don't know where your light is
But I think you have a light that is
Brighter than mine
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
And you think your shit smells better than mine
The car stooled
The alarm bells rung
The words Gastro-enteritis were yet to be sung
I call COVID
Then I thought C-diff
But what's the difference
What's it matter when you hear
Your swan song sung?
The body is a truth teller
Or it's a body of lies
But Your mind is where it matters
And when that's got crossed eyes
It doesn't matter what your body says
You'll listen to the others
Who would think they were better than you
And their own mothers
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I was dogmatic
As I attacked the attic
With my dog and bone
Rang static, through heaving clouds
Of coulds and shoulds
Of which I must atone
And pile drove my piles of paperwork
Down to the factory run by berserks
Who swab and test me like a dog
I cry down boy to the nurse
But she doesn't hear
My dog-eared cries
And yet like a family sized box
Of varieties, I sort of take a dog leg
Into doggerel like a mongrel
Fawning, forced from my race against
The clock, by the fox
And release the dogs of war
Because it is a dog fight out there
Or so they say on Albert Square
And what do I know?
I'm just a dog who sits
In front of a box
And waits for air
To remind me its time for a walk
Do the 'walk the dog' dance in the park
Doggie style, no that's something else
I'm thinking of a dog collar I have to wear
The commissioner? No the Bishop? Yeah
And the actress, you know the one
From Lady and the tramp
And the dog training camp
Bad bitches or some kind of ramp
That they racked up to a fever pitch
And I'm too strewn in strudels
From a sky full of smorgasbords
To care, because
It's raining cats and dogs
You guessed it folks he's here
Your one and only Disney character
Dog cartoon Pluto
And then you say - but he wasn't a dog was he?
Yeah, true blue, down to his last inch
He took it by a hair's breadth to win
The competition at Crufts
Well hair of the dog you say
Yes.. well who am I to argue with
A contradiction?
The fact that all these dogs seem to understand
Nowadays, is how to roll over, fetch, be a good boy
But nobody is saving Joan of Arc,
None of them are running into the flames of
A burning building to rescue poor little Jimmy
No they've not been trained that way,
Even if their instinct is to rescue little Timmy
Then their training says otherwise
Be afraid, be very afraid when poodle grooming
Becomes prime time television viewing
You know either something is seriously wrong
With society or we are in a pandemic and lock down
Or both
Who let the dogs out?
I ask myself again and again, but after listening
To the song on repeat I am still unable to solve
That profound mystery
Dog-darn it
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.