Hang out your washing my friend
It's a long
Old
Love, life filled
Picturesque streams
Run away, like the water they are
Promise of literal dreams
Gleam in your eyes
Like candle lit paper stars
To indulge from afar, in your joys
Is the choice in my heart
Since the history that's happening
Will keep us apart
A new start, a sketch of Spain
A smile, a hint, a wondrous thing
From me a sigh
Relief
No lie
Happiness. Is an art
Poemslamb
Poems and songs
Monday 4 November 2019
Thursday 20 April 2017
Start Spreading the Fake.
Truth oh truth
Where for art thou?
Slipping from the lips
Of the bat-winged frau
Not very likely
My comrade-less friend
All tories give over
Is take and bend
Scratching the surface
Of cloudy vision
The mission is corrupt
As is a decision
No finishing line
Will save, nor unite
There's futile fists
A fighter-less fight
Spreading the fake
Like digital cake
Big data creator
Trolls march on
Rile up the libs
And lame the socialists
Tories with stories
Jack-afucking-nories
Where for art thou?
Slipping from the lips
Of the bat-winged frau
Not very likely
My comrade-less friend
All tories give over
Is take and bend
Scratching the surface
Of cloudy vision
The mission is corrupt
As is a decision
No finishing line
Will save, nor unite
There's futile fists
A fighter-less fight
Spreading the fake
Like digital cake
Big data creator
Trolls march on
Rile up the libs
And lame the socialists
Tories with stories
Jack-afucking-nories
Thursday 30 March 2017
Journey
Stumbling blocks for feet
Does not make it neat
The horror of my journey
Carrying your gurney
Up on my weary shoulder
There is a yellow folder
With a marionette boss
Who approved of your loss.
Time to box up all my grief
Go along with the chief
But the horror eats my heart
Ends every single good start
Wipes the laughing smile
Joy becomes searing bile
It's the end of before
Now there is lack, nothing more.
Monday 23 February 2015
Introvert
Introvert
A beating drum
Run, run, run
A thumping heart
Need to depart
Separate, disconnect
Skip, hop, jump
Make the quiet come
Jog, sprint, flee
Embrace the stun-gun
Escape and run away
Everywhere, people
Talking at me
Thursday 26 July 2012
What I Got.
I ain't got nothing much
I just keep thinking
All these words, they keep repeating
Over and over and over and over
I'll think about him
Until I get older
I've run out of words to spare
My mind is blacking out
So many thoughts, a blind fantasy
Obsessional confessions over
I'll think about him
Until I get bolder
I just keep thinking
All these words, they keep repeating
Over and over and over and over
I'll think about him
Until I get older
I've run out of words to spare
My mind is blacking out
So many thoughts, a blind fantasy
Obsessional confessions over
I'll think about him
Until I get bolder
Sunday 29 April 2012
Twenty Lines of Tired
Lethargy eats my memory up
I'm weary and teary
My thoughts have corrupted
Whilst countries have fallen
I tire of swollen, eyelids
Are down by my chin
Any sleep is a punishable sin
An obsession with slumber
Slow and bleary, my head
Cucumber slices upon my eyes
Waking up, constant dread sets
Inside my dreams I sleep
And nap and creep and kip
Such is the continuing drip feed
Minutes of winks I collect
A scrap-book of sleep
By my bed, I am beat
The crisp clean sheets
My pillow covets the cover
Sleep my jilted lover
Friday 20 April 2012
Up Your Nose
On you go, Mr. Talented
The ever so won-der-ful, Mr. Tally-Ho!
Will you share with us some glow
A drop of sparkly dust
Just to rub off on us
Or does it just go up your nose?
What-oh!
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