May 21, 2012

Liberty Jack




















Let me tell you a story about Liberty Jack,
From a time long ago from way on back.

He big, he was bad, he was a man on a mission
To prove them all wrong, he had an ambition.

Jack had a plan, his mind was on fire,
“Gonna build myself a huge new empire”.

He wanted bigger than big, he wanted it enormous.
He wanted yellow, black and red and looking kinda fabulous.

So Jack built his biz and he made himself some money,
But he never found a woman, he never found his honey.

No apple of his eye, no one to share the tale
Of Liberty Jack, the man who couldn’t fail.


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Apr 21, 2012

The Poet


She’s a poet you know, and she loves her rhyme,
She crafts and shapes, she teases and creates
Spells for readers, a world without time:
Space for her thoughts, what she loves, what she hates.

I was caught, trapped by her magic refrain
Never thinking of danger, nor pain ahead
I stumbled, I fell, I tried to explain
But my words lay lost, rotting, dying then dead.

We left the forest with its safe embrace,
Resolved to walk on and look way ahead,
All I took was the memory of her face,
She took her words, found a new path to tread.

There was love in those words, faith in the deeds,
And somewhere quietly my heart still bleeds.

~

Mar 13, 2012

Nonsense


But I turned it off, it wasn’t m' fault,
it’s the 'orse, of course, that decided to bolt.
I took leaps of faith and tried to undo,
the pain and the angst of m' best friend 'oo,
Could never resist the joys of Torbay
where she went with 'er friends each Wednesday.

But I turned it off and it didn’t work,
a bit like m' Da' who sometimes would shirk,
A day of 'ard labour, of sweat and of toil
and blisters on 'ands that rose like a boil,
And now it’s all gone, life’s just not that fun
because that thing was a thing that never was on.


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