Monday, 31 December 2012

Bonfire Night

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Bonfire Night ~
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Bonfire Night

It's bonfire night in la banlieue
Boys play with matches
Molotov cocktails
Penny for a guy
Time's run out
Down in one
A light?
And
We might
Damn the sun
And flics about
Let's write the sky
We're of nightingales
Joy's singing in snatches
Remember the fin Décembre

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Sunday, 30 December 2012

Dying For A Change

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Dying For A Change ~
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Dying For A Change

Flip a coin; play Pooh sticks
Trick or treat; throw a six
Chances are you're getting older
Pick a moment; get a fix

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Saturday, 22 December 2012

Kingdom Come

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Kingdom Come ~
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Kingdom Come

It's the end of the world, tomorrow won't come
I'm sitting here thinking, chewing this gum
Should I stroke the dog or scratch my bum
Maybe throw up a verse or just shred some
It's coming

It's the end of the world, and then I'll be gone
No more this old seat that I'm slouching upon
Should I e-mail a friend, maybe call up Jon
Tell Angie I'm sorry, tell Léo he shone
It's coming

It's the end of the world, and I've ordered my things
The bills have been paid, the phone no longer rings
I'll shout Dasco! once more just to see what he brings
Give my parents my keys, hear my mum saying 'jings'
It's coming

It's the end of the world, and I'd better say bye
You stood by me always, I never did try
Your eyes fill with tears, mine are tired and dry
You'll never know how much I cared, no lie
It's coming

It's the end of the world, it's really time to go
I'll carry on through Mist and Léo, I know
There's no shining light, there's not even snow
Just a feeling of peace, and the music playing low
It's here

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Sunday, 25 November 2012

Just A Minute

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Just A Minute ~
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Just A Minute

Give me a minute, she says
So I offer her a leaf of my life
A minute slice, a minute
The most insignificant of moments
But also the most significant
The purest, the most precious gift
Because this moment, this minute
Is all I have to give

I could have...

Read a poem
Had a blether
Checked the time
Watched the weather
Made a coffee
Grabbed a bite
Kissed someone
Seen a sight
Looked at my e-mail
Blown a balloon
Shaken a hand
Whistled a tune
Called my daughter
Done a crossword
Stroked the dog
Said something absurd

But no...

I choose to give you a minute
Beating millions to this moment
And hope you treat it well
For it's the only one I have

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Monday, 19 November 2012

Short

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Short ~
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Short

Most poems are far too long
Like some interminably tedious song
Your mother likes, am I wrong?


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Crusaders

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Crusaders ~
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Crusaders

Teetering on faith's shaky stilts they come
Heralding the one God, no fake lord of course
What they can't get by coersion, they'll pilfer by force
Crusaders of the bugle, cross bearers of the drum



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Thursday, 15 November 2012

Ode to French Cuisine

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Ode to French Cuisine ~
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Ode to French Cuisine

The French eat anything that moves it's said
When on a pleasant night out on the town
Yet it's the sordid snail that I most dread
Like chewing gum soiling the sodding bread
And a glass of rouge to gulp the damn thing down

Frogs legs leap up to number two methinks
In three litres of oil the victims drown
Now there they are a-sitting midst the drinks
All spindly limbs like some weird kind of jinx
And a glass of rouge to gulp the damn things down

The awkward oyster ends this list of crime
With a consistency to make you frown
Let me offer you one mouthful of slime
An experience that's far from sublime
And a glass of rouge to gulp the damn thing down



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Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Going Grey

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Going Grey ~
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Going Grey

Like a comfy chair
Like a favourite sweater

I'll wear you
Take this skin
These bones

And put them on
And call them me

Like a cozy café
Like a favourite walk

I'll bear you
Take this weight
These stones

And cast them off
And call them he

Like a precious song
Like a favourite book

I'll share you
Take this hand
These thoughts

And wrap them up
And call them thee



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My Dog

Poetry Of Sorts
~ My Dog ~
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My Dog

My dog's got a mind of his own
My dog calls a bone a bone
My dog jumps from windows gaping
My dog flies through curtains draping
My dog poos in precious places
My dog enjoys licking faces
My dog slumbers at my feet
My dog always loves to eat
My dog breaks out once a week
My dog gives my toes a tweak
My dog loves his daily walk
My dog ignores me when I talk
My dog follows me around
My dog keeps his nose to the ground
My dog's a sheep in wolf's clothing
My dog's absence is my loathing
My dog's a food finding sleuth
My dog's cool and that's the truth
My dog adopted me one day
My dog is here and here to stay


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Now There's A Job

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Now There's A Job ~
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Now There's A Job

Christmas rubber stamps another year
The leaves have all been roused and rounded up
With those funky new-fangled leaf blowers
Now there's a job

The relatives will come, they always do
Like ants to sugar, we will live it up
Whatever 'it' is, then we'll tidy up
Now there's a job

In time to see the old year truly out
Like a drunken uncle on his ear
The resolutions rain like fireworks
Now there's a job

The spring will out and summer come again
The leaves will rust and readen on the bough
Civil servants will start to wrap things up
Now there's a job


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Sunday, 11 November 2012

Moving On

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Moving On ~
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Moving On

This dying business is a bit of a pain
I've just bought the damn tickets for the train
That last poem I wrote was utterly vain
I'll be blowed if it doesn't look like rain
This bloody timing does in my brain
& if she has to do the ironing again
She'll kill me

If I'd known in a few hours I'd be gone
I wouldn't have left the heating on
I guess I've been looking kinds of wan
But I'd never have had these pyjamas on
If she feels likes she's fallen for some sort of con
She'll kill me

This fading away is a bit of a bind
I hope the bank manager doesn't mind
It might sound like I'm being unkind
But if she finds out I went and left her behind
She'll kill me

I never thought I'd be off tomorrow
There's so many things I still wanted to borrow
& if she gets stuck with the brunt of the sorrow
She'll kill me


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Spelling Bee

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Spelling Bee ~
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Spelling Bee

You say your in luv
Think about me every nite
And I think your alrite
But you cant spel for toffee

When you buzz me on the fone
Tell me that your all alone
Your my badly speling be
Put sum hunny in my coffee


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Election Fever

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Election Fever ~
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Election Fever

The Right are on the right
And the Left are on the left
But what I'd like to know
Is who's right and what's left


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My Room

Poetry Of Sorts
~ My Room ~
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My Room

Here in my room
There are no walls
For me the wide horizon calls

Here in my room
There is no ceiling
Leaves imagination reeling

Here in my room
There is no floor
I'm going deep where there's no law

And down the stairs
And far away
I hear kids' cries
And traffic's hum
And distant sighs
And someone's mum
Feel fading day
Sense shady lairs

But here in my room
Windows are wide
The door's open
Nowhere to hide

For up in my room
There are no walls
There is no ceiling
There is no floor
Yawning wide the windows
Always open is the door


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