The dog is rising to the moon
The silver ships they leave too soon
Children cry and laugh
And Seagulls do the same
While I am taking a bath
As I try to remember my name
The dog is rising to the moon
The silver ships they leave too soon
Children cry and laugh
And Seagulls do the same
While I am taking a bath
As I try to remember my name
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Captain Scarlet's doing time for grand larceny
Probably he's down for espionage
Or trying to hijack the BBC
Aqua marina was caught exposing herself on Clevedon pier
Now she's doing community service
cleaning up the marine mere
Oh Sting Ray, lovely Sting Ray
I can't say this no more than a quip
It was caught speeding while trying
To rescue the earth on a highway
And now it's locked up in a skip
And now I know my childhood isn't near
It's off on another plain
I have no need for anything to fear
And anyway here comes the rain
The Thunderbirds were very cool
Just like the phoenix from the fire
They tried to stop the terrorists
In their pursuit all across the world with righteous ire
They were hired by the British intelligence
To track down Osama, of course they got caught
up
in all kinds of stuff
And now they're serving time in Guantanamo
Oh Thunderbirds, where did they go?
Oh where did my childhood heroes go?
I see them all behind bars
Even the Gingerbread man has gone AWOL
I think he was caught stealing cars
The gingerbread gang are terrorising us
What a sight it is to behold
Perhaps I'd have liked it better
If they had never showed us
That at the end of the rainbow
Would be waiting a pot of gold
Perhaps it would best if the illusion was crushed
Perhaps it would be better I'm told
Than over protect the young minds
With the world's half truths
When they tell us that not everything
that glitters is gold
See the apple orchards and the starlings
they're flocking from tree to tree
like a long lost friend,
like a long lost memory
Somewhere down long winding lanes
I wish they'd come back to me before the end
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I used to hold you in high regard
I laid my heart on the table
Like I did my cards
But you blew me off
With a woman's facade
Oh but we're strangers now
I looked for you in the glass arcade
In the hall of mirrors I was your charade
I danced in the rain but on your parade
And that's why we're strangers now
Did you think I was something you could scoff at
No I'm not like a squash ball you can swat at
I may give in, I may bend and change
But I'll bounce back for I've rearranged
And we're strangers now
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Cold caller,
cold caller
Why are you so hot
Always trying to get
into where your'e not
Wanted nor desired
Like a fly in the pot
Cold caller cold caller
Get out of my spot
Can you sing a Symphony
Full of all I desire
Oh can you sing in sympathy
Like an angel choir
Oh Romeo loved Juliet
But they both got burnt by fire
Now if you call that synergy
I think you should blame the Friar
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Friends in high places
And a song to believe
Wiping their faces, with the heart on your sleeve
Can you draw aces, with a sleight of hand
I didn't know the places where they gamble their land
A friend indeed is a friend in need
And too many ducks to breed
Give me a false friend, show me the decoy
There is an Earth quake to a avoid
When your boots shake to destroy
Those towers of Babel in a foreign land
The songs that stand taller than anyone can
Yes it was murphy's law I knew it had to be his
As I walked in the bar and asked for a fizz
We don't serve women here, you have to bring your own
Not necessary to own your own home
Get what's coming to you
If you survive the ordeal
Maybe God will punish you
For ordering that meal
Maybe Christ will have mery
And on bended knee
You'll know the value of certainy
In life's inconstancy
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Bitter tears fall in a bitter lake
Full of all of my mistakes
Rain drops from a grey sky
Where rainbows snap
And birds don't fly
But I call to mind the dream
I once had of a forest stream
Where we walked you and me
Hand in hand for an eternity
Of time, of time
That precious thing
We sell by the pound, the ounce and bean
We sell each plot like we hadn't a lot
And use it up, all we've got
But if you can buy my time
Can I buy yours?
Or do your give it freely
Like the sea lapped shores
Where we skim pebbles
Over time's waves
The ripples echo out
The drowning man saves
himself
Or someone lends him a hand
It could be a second, a minute
Or in an hour, he understands
This may be the last chance
In a sea of blue
Where I skim pebbles
That skip so lightly to you
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
You cheer cheers
Mine is close
You got ropes
I got nooses
You got hopes
Mine are mooses
You got soaps
I got sluices
What we need
is two-way fuses
You got boss
I got shriven
You been a loss
I broke even
Every thing I'd given
You need coal
I need water
You got fire
I got spit
You got sand
I got shit
You got one
I got two
We got every colour blue
Money comes, money goes
Funny how, some are sold
Some get rich, some die old
Every colour blue
Crazy gate, for crazy horse
Crazy jump, crazy course
What came first?, but what worse?
what went out, came back curse
Sitting pretty, sitting gold
Streets of heaven all are sold
None for rent have to buy
See estate agent in the sky
When I go
You go too
I and us
Me and you
Like yo yo
You two, too
We are lust
Trust like glue
how you know?
I know you
We go, go
But I go too
Fire, fire burning
Inside the zoo
Ark now go
Two by two
Kiss queen toe
toe times two
Two times toe
Toe times you
You be queen
Queen bee you
You throw, throw
To you, you,you
We must go
Now every colour blue
One is two,
Two is four
One is every colour poor
Give me trailer
Give me skint
Give me fifty dollar splint
I've grown old, but
she's still young
In the car room, salesman
husband, wife, city strife
I am her,
You be nice,
I be handsome,
You be cold
I want ransom
but kidnap sold
Kill a love
Don't love a kill
Love got no license
Love need no skill
Better be brave, better be will
love goes ice
When iceman still
Hill is cold, some mother crying
Tears fall twice
longing ever growing
Love not come, pay any respect
Now she is old, crooked neck
love stand still
Sun on hill
No mother crying
For love now kill
You are grainy
I am sand
You talk crazy
I no understand
I have time
Time kill you
We have every colour blue
If you see me
Where the elder droops
And the swallow in the sky just swoops
See my head bowed down
Don't look at my frown
because I'm still free
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.