Keep me on the right side
Always on the right side
Keep me on the right side of love
Don't want to be on the wrong side
The tracks bent, the rails rent
Black is every night I spent
Walking on the wrong side of love
So keep me on the right side
Every cloud has a silver side
Keep me shining like the sun above
I might walk in the moonlight
But never in the doomed delight
Oh keep me on the right side of love
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Well the wild willow
Did whip me
Slapped me in the face
Gave me a bruise
Well I should have known
What I was stalking
Now I'm talking about
The wild willow blues
I went out hunting the tree monster
A talking tree gave me the news
That there was this willow walking
Eating up people with its root shoes
So I put my ax upon my shoulder
I paid my tax to my muse
And took off a chip the size of a boulder
As I stepped out to hunt the Willow blues
This willow monster was a weeping
Crying out "I've been abused!"
By all the peat men who lie a sleeping
Down in the land where love is used
This willow woman went a whipping
all the men who she had confused
And lulled into her path by lovely lipping
Yet now she sings her Willow blues
Talking willow, do not trick me
I've listened to your sad song you've no excuse
To be eating your willow lovers in the lea
When they follow your song of Willow Blues
This Singing Willow then sang like a Siren
She sang of sallow hearts and sweet profuse
Of flowers growing in an Eden's Garden
Where two lovers Adam and Eve got the blues
She sang now I was there with the Apple tree
And I talked to her, she could not refuse
To join the poison snake of the Chapelry
And add its spice to the Willow tree blues
She was dancing in a river when I caught her
With the nymphs and pan pipes that they use
And she put up quite a fight when I fought her
But in the end I sung the ax swingers blues
I chopped up her branches and made logs
I burnt them on a pyre of refuse
But her trunk sang a song of howling dogs
As her salty bark sang her last Willow Blues
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Take me where the willows meet the highway
Take me where the wind whispers my dreams
Take me on a walk for a while away
Take me to the other side of the stream
I'm in a land made of water
I'm on a lake made of reeds
And as the aspen shimmers I sort a
Know a change of scene is what I need
They cut heaven out of the skyway
They put it down on a lake of green
And if you are ever going my way
You'll know exactly what I mean
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The spiders are weaving their webs
in the hide shutter window opened wide
Where the wind flows and ebbs
Like the haunted house of the jilted bride
The shield bug crawls on the side board
It thinks about hopping off overboard
Then crawls to my elbow, all is a rainbow
As varnish reflects the sun's glow
And the lake is a shield of glass
Reflecting the clouds as they pass
The greys and the blues of all different hues
These are the colours of time's mass
The shield bug has reached my wrist
he's climbed up my sleeve like a cliff
Will he reach my shoulder by the time I'm older
I really don't mind I'd give him a lift
The morning spiders are fishermen
Casting their nets in the wind
The flies are their fishes then
They'll catch them if visitors don't come in
I've come to see the fine lily
They're lying down in the valley
Like a Monet painting, but with no one curating
Unless the creator of all things
If my life is a carpet of lilies that I tread upon
It really is quite silly, to walk upon a duck pond
Now it could be a Marsh Harrier has come
She circles above everyone
The glassy lake reflects her flight
And I hope one day that I might
Feel so graceful and strong
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Take me to the ocean's end
I want to go to the end of the ocean with you
Let's go to the ocean's end
Let me go
Where deep waters flow
Over the edge of the horizon
Take me to the end of the ocean
Take me to the ocean's end
Lift me up upon the wave
Of your becoming body
Let me sink in your grave
I don't want to be here
Without you
Without your love
In the whirlpool
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Another rose blooms in the garden
Another rose in the blue skies
And down the road the truth is hard
On the prisoners behind their bars
The truth is in the dark
It opens up the clockwork
Of the grandfather clock
Over the stile, over the hill again
And again
He walks, as the sun rises
In the summer skies
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Ghost Dog in the castle
Ghost dog in the park
Ghost dog chase the parcel
Of the postman in the dark
Once he was a real dog
But he died a death
Barking in the bedstead
Barking was his breath
Barking was his bread
But poor black dog
Barked but didn't bite
All the bravery went out with the fight
Killing was not in his nature
He preferred to lie on furniture
Laying like a lazy lad
La Dee da Lady Dog boy
Now he is a ghost dog
Walking round the park
Chasing after sticks his owner
Fails to throw
Walking round the perimeter
guarding the house
Barking of a ghost dog
Barking in the dark
Echo of the Ghost dog
Echo of a life
Barking, barking ghost dog
Don't it cut you like a knife
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.