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It has just turned seven On a Saturday eve I should be sat downstairs With the kids on my knees But I am laid up in bed, alone and in such pain As my old black dog Paces up and down to a new...
I have a little songbird. Encased inside my heart. I let it free to fly and sing. Whenever we're apart. It sends up soft and yellow notes. That drift along the breeze.
Close your tiny eyes And rest your itty head It's time to sleep my little one, It's time to go to bed. Float off in a silver pool, Drift away from me, Reality cannot compare, The magic you will see.
The bridge of all sorrows is not a good place to visit. Once crossed to the opposite bank some never return. It's flimsy planking may crumble after your transit.
I apple Thursdays, but today. I don't feel apple impeached, in. Fact the opposite; I feel a mango. In places, as though I have a date. With destiny today, my pear of feet.
All the snakes are in the zoo, Pope Benedict All the dumb hippos are shut away, Pope Benedict All the toads are asleep, Pope Benedict All the birds are in their cages, Pope Benedict All the rats have...
I am a blotting board A sponge to soak up all that's bad.
Galleons sail to a violin concerto Orchestrated in Sea minus Reality, the 12 men and 12 women And 12 monkeys of the orchestra Are balancing on a the tip of a unihorn Of a narwhal, playing...
Life hides chances, Time steals deliberately The days, the weeks, the months The years, I fear Are falling away from me But I am Salamander Regenerating continuously Sever a finger, With your...
Two Fast Cars. Are. Speeding towards me,. One is red, angry, named. Work, the other is multi-coloured,. Fast in a cool way, it's. Called Art. Work is hard, v12 cylinder. Tough steel chassis,.
One is for dialling, One is for pointing, One is for beckoning, One is for poking One is for prodding One is for itching One is for scratching One is for picking One is for stroking One is for...
Two snakes in the grass,. Coloured in black diamonds, asked. Me 'Jack, what's your poison?'. 'Poison, you mean passion don't you?'. The snakes laughed, hissed themselves.
Everyone in life is born with a spoon. Some are shiny and precious, Others rusty with doom. Some are made of silver, Which more than often the "best".
Hole. Deep. Wide. Chasm of dark.
Tilt the scales And make it fair. But why should I. When it's a dare.
Jokers juggle card tricks,. On the steps of a cardboard box. Cathedral. Cannibal Queens Rain Man,. Quick as an archbishops. Confirmation. Deal those aces thick as a. Vicars Sunday sermon,. Cathedral.
I sit and wonder about the chaos in the world, Africa in turmoil, it's a ship in a tsunami. We have pirates at the helm, everything is topsy-turvy.
You know, I didn't realise this steeple was so high, And I am still climbing, ever climbing guys, 5 months and 236 long hard steps, And me with all these crazy words in my head And I suddenly realise...
Jack, do you want to know. Do you want to know a secret. A secret told by a little boy. A little boy called Life, sitting. Sitting in a field I know, sleeping. Sleeping in a wild flower meadow.
S weet Pea locked. U p in her pod. C arried burden, sister. K illed,. E verytime she dances, a. R icher world create. P ulled into the dream. U pon the truest fate. N othing much can stop her.
Your heart is broken. Into shreds. You don't know. What can happen next. A unicorn will fall out of the sky. Make all your love within die. A pack of wolves will hunt you down.
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, The flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her.
In English class we had to create a persona poem and then perform it. This was mine. I began in my cocoon, beside many others. My mother was naïve, a hopeless romantic at heart.
Shining bright Through the night See the light What a sight Sometimes they come down to earth Always to leave, go away You know they can't Yet you still ask them to stay They never stay on...