STAND ALONE POETRY
ROOM OF FOOLS
For years they lived there their hours well spent their cocooned environment some were foolish none were wise they just believed in their alibis
They lived within the room of fools with abandoned hopes and silly rules some believed in immortal spin any word was Truth which came from him
some wore looks of grandly despairS some wore tattoos some colored blond their natural hair some spoke in intellectual tongues some grew old whilst still young some believed in reality TV some read the truth on naked gals of page three
Some liked boobs and some early retired some were grateful for they believed only the bush was wise some loved tony loved his style his masonic friends his hands sum style
Some believed in peace through war some rode to victory by keeping the people poor some believed they were prophets before their time others succumbed to the great thought crime oh to live in the room of fools to always win never lose.
The Wine the Women and the song
He could recall and reflect those times when youth was rich and full of prime when hearts were true and rhymes were free upon the banks of the old john lee
For days and days he'd set the score with songs of life that rocked the shores where castles remote hid treasures rich where soldier boys sold off their souls for mortal men to gain life's spoils
The bugles sounded and the drums did roll where young men gave their lives and souls where girls were plenty and love was free amongst the taverns of old john Lee
The grass it grew so high and rich where birds did sing o'er hill and ditch where gypsy vardos blessed the views from hills of victory to Waterloo
The love they shared and passions free amongst the thorns on pastures green where young girls fancy gave their all where lovers blessed the country soil
The sun did shine upon rye downs where first he once did bedded down he kissed her flesh and promised more close by the sapping water shores
The thunder cracked and lightning flashed where love was bared in times gone past where baby's cries they pierced the skies where traveler's strolled and young men lied
The crickets sang their melodies upon the meadows of old john lee where gals were broken in dreams of lust by the honor of soldiers in dire trust
And yet the songs were past and free where soldiers lost their liberty where young gals dreams were lost and found in an-others arms upon the mounds. |
DAMAGED POET
The damaged poet went sleepwalking he took his hidden dreams he mixed them with confusion and all the witches screams he wandered on the highway sailed on every sea he spoke to lord and gentry then came to visit me
His words were kinda jumbled his speech was dignified he said that he was open with nothing left to hide his lovers all were sweethearts he left them on the shore n tide
some of them were wealthy others they were very poor his dress it was bohemian he wore that mustache proud he strummed his guitar loudly it rocked and looked good afore a crowd
He told me of his troubles his muse had lost her way he wandered down to the river said he might not stay
His poetry it jingled his verses they did rhyme guess he'd lost his prose exchanged it for my rhymes his castles they were romantic he built them in the sky then he offered me some whiskey but said he'd gone on the wagon dry
His slippers he'd abandoned his pipe and cigarettes he'd swopped them for a racehorse said he'd just put on a bet
His dreams they were all over He'd cast them on his line then he went out fishing to look out for a sign
His speech was sentimental his irishness was free told me he'd considered going back to the land of liberty his politics were liberal but bush was his regret he once had voted republican when he smoked funny cigarettes
He said he must return to her across the mighty sea to see if she still wanted him told me of his plea i offered my condolences then saw him on his way he sailed out from Poole quay today said see you again one day ray
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JUST WARS
t They died for our freedom the old man said as another tear fell another soldier lay dead they died for democracy they died for shame they died that we might live again
They died for our freedom the bugler played as another young mans body was laid they died for progress they died for the flag they died that we might a better life have
They died for victory they died for the lord they died for justice they died for the word they died for community the mother cried who will bury her son on the other side
They died for religion they died for faith they died to save us across the lake they died for Truth the poet sighed they died for reasons the fathers cried
They died for reasons told through the years an others wars an others fears they died for envy they died for greed they died for the leaders they died for the creed.
The cradle of existence
In the cradle of existence where man had come to dwell with vagabonds and poets and all the ranks of tales there within the makeshift world were lines of crafted pens tell us of the lives of men and the shallowness and zen
For to tell their secrecy's where doctrines do unfold within the virtues of excl line each verse they do compose for ever and forsaken down through the ranks of time where children gather roses and old men drink their wine
The maids of honor sanction rhymes for muses on a spree where hollow words of Truth and love are pages set for thee all along the pages set for writers to compose their secret worlds of ecstasy's and visions to propose
The world of life that spread the Truth where mortal men reside cannot speak to vagrants true and openness and lies the castle on the hillside where the prince rides out to claim his virgin bride inside her cell where roses bloom and blend
The song smiths sanctions all their lines and the for sets holds the Truth for humble men to warrant love and words remain aloof no majesty can understand the wisdom of their pens so we'll partake of humble bread and all ride on again.
Cathederal cities
In the cathedral city all the lights went out at dawn the streets were full of sorrows and the child was to be born the lonesome undertaker prayed for rain to wet the land whilst the lonesome soldiers walked the streets and the music was so grand
Within their occupations and their solemn destiny's the crafts men wore their sorrows neath the weeping willows trees the widows sighed with honesty and compassion filled the air whilst jolly seamen searched for gold and courted ladies fair
He kissed her in the moonlight and caressed her on the moors where the shadows hid their modesty and love was the only word they lay beneath the oaken dales and he kissed her flesh so weak then she succumbed to modesty and for took her clothes a peep he loved her in the morning dew and caressed her body sweet her sighs were loud and welcoming with daisies on her feet
Oh the sun comes up each morning there and the shadows tell a tale were in the streets of vagabonds the foolish virgins dwell a hundred thousands soldier boys were beating on their drums while lovestruck maidens gave their dreams to anyone who called
The clock it struck at 6am and the organs played there tune whilst sixty dozen drunken maids gathered around to swoon the morals of the story were there so plain to see on the streets of cities decked in hope no room for modesty.
Chasing sprat's
Chase a sprat to catch a mackerel and so the story goes you don't put new clothes top of dirty underclothes there's a moral in the story and a view for all to see you paint a picture in the moonlight then you write a verse for me
Oh the world has many wonders for its there so plain to see like a lighthouse in the harbor or a wreck lost out at sea there a hundred thousand reasons and a tale for every whim when you gotta win that marathon at first you gotta swim
Now the moral of my story and its virtues plain to see don't count your eggs before their hatched and winnings not just a victory there's a moment in a lifetime when you have to make that choice do you stand their on the sidewalk or walk the plank.
With stories that jingle and wheels do go round with tracks on the highway and love in the dale Ill love ya forever and life will be swell
We'll grow old together and il lay in your bed with pillows of feather and a rose on my head I'll love you forever and kiss you real sweet from the top of your head to the balls of your feet.
life's rhapsody
Like the willow bends his branches then I'll come home to you in the blessing of the moment you'll know my love is true when the thunder roars at daybreak and the sun comes peeping through like a lover in the moonlight you'll know I'll love you true
When the shadows hide your memories in the sunset of the hour when the kiss she promises to you blooms like a new flower when the Ecstasy and passions are peaking in the night when two lovers kiss in nakedness and god puts out the light
There's a question i should ask you but the answers plain to see in the beauty of the moment when you come home to me in the rhapsody's of dreamers like a poets rendezvous well be tripping in the moonlight like Cinderella without shoe
Oh the sun will catch you crying and your lips will tell tale whilst the rabbits in his warren and the deers are home as well the Sanskrit Indian teachings doweled on Ecstasy and form like the Kama Sudra garden and the perfumed forest sown
There's a hundred thousand reasons but just one is plain to see when you count up all the messages set in bottles neath the sea the wind of change will blow that day in the vessels of the free when I'll hold you in my arms once more and we'll play life's rhapsody.
Hope in the night
Walking with their eyes shut they wont face reality ive a bible in my pocket drank this cup of tea there's a wounded soldier following the last train straight to hell there's a promise and a rose entwined along the gypsy trail the vagabonds and tailors have all sailed out to sea with the hopes tucked in their pockets all preaching love and liberty
There's a fortune telling lady with that look within her eyes there's a shadow on the sidewalk for terrorists and spies don't lose your understandings all set in mystic chimes upon the highway of forgiveness amongst melody and rhyme there's a falling angel guiding you and a secret rendezvous there's hope in grace and solitude and a christian on the loose
All along the sidewalk the clowns and jesters danced with a honeymoon quartet and a ship that sailed to France the cards are in the table and a feast set for a queen amongst the laws and doctrines where the losers always win so don't count all your blessing fore the shooting stars in sight there's a glory train a coming and will by here by tonight
There's a singer writing parables and a poet dreaming dreams amongst the leaves of insanity where the children play their scenes so don't ask me no more questions the epitaphs are laid within the stone walled chapels amongst the soldiers graves where the clock it chimes the hour where the sun it greets the day amongst the world of stupid fools whilst politician's play. |
They labelled him
They tried to label him taught him their doctrines and faiths they painted their illusions then they led him to the stake
They educated him in logic branded him a man wrote out all their transcripts formulated crimes n plans
They had him led by kind words of spin and eloquence in rhyme then they framed him for a crime that didnt yet exist they had him stand for justice democracy with a twist
His freedoms were benevolent his poetry a crime his faith they branded insanity made him do his time
He walked the fields of justice wrote his words of love sold his soul for godliness below the stars above
His epitaph was labled they gilded all the verse though his memories were left with us his spirit and his worth
The trees they swayed their branches the birds they chirped for free his was the real message his faith our destiny.
| COUNT THE TEARDROPS
No one can count the times Ive cried for youth gone out to war when the battle cries are glorified and there's nowhere left to hide no more
There's many reasons they tell you and so many tales unfold on the highway of forgiveness their stories must be told
Some fathers trained in glory grip tightly to the flag play the drum rolls out to victory and the psalms of bible old
There's a million stories humming on the battlefields of rhyme where the poets queue for sanctuary in the moder soldiers time
Oh the war of words they offer in their usual spin and grace but its only another message in the world of love and hate
The young men carry weapons and they train to kill their foe its another sound of thunder in the tomb es of battles grown
The sanctions that they offer are just memories on a chain like the lost and final conquests that soar and rise again
Only mothers shed their teardrops whilst history counts the gain just another young toy soldier left out in the driving rain
The guns are set to battle and the cannons tell their tale when they bring home their wounded and the rest just go to hell |
Woman
She was a superwoman branded a saint brought up a family love and warpaint
She cooked in the kitchen grew in the yard worked in the factory she played the life cards
Forsaken all others she paid the full cost deserted in marriage love on the rocks
Hurt and neglected abused by her fame she was caught in the stumps at the love game
Her children were grown now tears on the shelf childhood so full thoughts not of herself
Crushed by the pages read in the book branded a woman alone and mistook
She left her false promises apron and chains traveled the world life's not the same
Happy contented free as a bird she smiles through the window happy assured.
Poetic Licence
I hung up my poetic license it was displayed for all to see with metaphors in scarlet tones castles by the sea
I crafted words of splendor verses by the score anecdotes and tales of war with rhymes and tall old jokes
My pen was ever sharpened my words were Truth and more my rhetoric dumbfounded my cruise was foreign shores
The stories that o offered with stanzas by the score love song for romances sonnets evermore
The sun came up to greet me with rivers running bye maids inside the cowsheds hippies getting high.
In The Land of The Free
In the cradle of life where the sun disappears where no mans has nothing saved over the years where humanity speaks with a tongue rich in love here conquests are few on the wings of a dove
Where a sadness prevails in the story book charms where innocence rests in another ones arms where shadows are falling in the midst of a prayer where the children of god understands all life's cares
There's a Truth that lies hidden neath the raptures of time where the wise and the few are hidden in rhymes where the sun it comes up to greet each new day where the children are playing whilst their dreams fade away
All the masters of war through that ages of time are lost in their visions of crap sweat and rhyme where the words of the poets are crafted and free whilst humanity sleeps in the land of the free.
Memoirs of a poet
Memoirs of a poet in the battlefields of rhyme where all Life's hidden danger's got strangled up in time where the sun awoke each daybreak and ushered in the dawn where life was rich amongst the corn made one glad to be so born
The hollow words she offered were blessings in disguise one step forever glorified amongst the Truth and lies the willow trees did spread their leaves like summers at last falls where swans were gliding on the lakes and boys caught small slow worms
Where grass was rich n splendor whilst basking in the sun where crickets chirped amongst the grain wherein the rabbits run where kisses blessed with virtue were offered each new morn where pastures rich in harvests set made one glad to be reborn
The words of Sanskrit prayers were blessed as if a new phrase's blest where anchors dropped into the bay close to life's treasure chests the frolics of a deer at play where robins chirped at dawn where squirrels did chase amongst the boughs and cocks did crow at morn.
POETRY FOR ROMANTICS |
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