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Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .

     

     
     



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If you had a name (An ode to loss and water)

If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones


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MY NAME IS ANDREW MITCHELL

MY NAME IS ANDREW MITCHELL


My name is Andrew Mitchell,
I was a Chief Whip, celeb,
But now my career’s in ruins,
as I called a copper an alleged
PLEB!

Yes, this is true – although it
went to court,
I exchanged words with a
copper – I should have grabbed
them by the throat!

I was wheeling my bicycle – 
down the Downing Street 
way,
But I couldn’t allow that 
copper – to have the final
say!

The escapade went to court,
and then the very High Court,
Where the judge sat with
his wig on – the case he may
distort!

I had to fight for my own
reputation – and my pride
of role,
Although all the police did 
say; “I should climb back in 
my hole!”

I was a Parliamentary Chief 
Whip – and worth a lot of 
money – 
But will the taxpayers pay
my legal costs – or, will my 
dear old mommy?

The Downing Street elite, 
we all thought we’re above
the law;
“But, no we’re not – not
any more – the police will
want to know!”

But, why was I pushing my
bike, and not in my posh
car?
I could have had a few more
drinks – at the “New Scotland
Yard” guest bar!

It felt so right pushing my bike – 
up to the Downing Street rails,
But the next time a copper
approaches me – I’ll pretend to
paint my nails!

But what have we politicians 
done, to this, Little Old Britain?
When one can’t say a funny
joke – as you’ll get your back-
side bitten!

I found out the expensive way – 
in the High Court of life,
But all it has done for me – is
cause me lots of strife!
What did I say? Why all the
fuss? 
Next time round – I think I’ll
use the bus!

But my crime has all been 
distorted – by that copper,
who thinks they’re a “CELEB” –
When in reality – they really
are a PLEB!!!! 

BY
DARRYL ASHTON
   


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TIL DEATH US DO PART - MY NAME IS ALFRED GARNETT

MY NAME IS ALFRED GARNETT


(With apologies to Johnny 
Speight)


My name is Alfred Garnett,
and I'm married to a silly 
moo,
'Every time I come home
from work - she tells me
what to do!'

I am a Tory supporter - 
well, someone has to be - 
I keep on praising Ted
Heath - he lived at bleak
house for free!

I work very hard every
day - and I have a little
groan,
And when I was told to
work a three day week - 
oh, I really did have a
moan! 

I like to smoke my pipe
a lot - but the tobacco
costs too much - 
It is my only pleasure -
the sex is out of touch!!

We now have a new 
home help - his name 
is Marigold Winston - 
But because he's like 
a woman - I call it 
bloody treason!

He prances about in a
pinny - and he talks
in an African dialect - 
Why did the bloody 
council pick him? Could
they not be a bit more 
select?

Now I call him Marigold - 
he's always prancing
about,
He really is an eyesore - 
he always has to shout! 

But he does know his
place - he loves his
kitchen duties,
He cooks and cleans
like a demented queen - 
and he cleans my dirty
britches!

My wife, Else, God Bless
her soul - is up in 
heaven now,
But the DHSS stopped
her pension - she's left
me skint - the cow!

I've called the social
services - they are no
bloody good,
They act just like the
DHSS - they don't pay
me like they should!   

My name is Alfred 
Garnett - and I often
have a beer - 
It is my only pleasure - 
now I've lost my, Elsie'
dear!

People say I'm a racist - 
and a bigot, and a 
whinger, 
I think they've got the
wrong person - some
said I was their saviour!!!!

I love to watch West Ham - 
(up the hammers) - and 
watch it all for nothing;
'I even used a wheelchair - 
while the stewards weren't
looking!!' 

I want to say goodbye 
to you - and I thank you
for being true,
Oh, how I miss my Elsie - 
that bloody silly moo!!    

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


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MY NAME IS JEREMY CLARKSON

MY NAME IS JEREMY CLARKSON


My name is Jeremy Clarkson,
I am the presenter of Top
Gear,
It is produced by the BBC TV – 
but their PC standards, I do
fear!!

Yes, I can be controversial – 
there’s nothing wrong with 
that – 
Until a jumped up producer
starts spouting – so I hit
him with a dead rat!

My comments can also vary – 
about cars – and even 
politicians,
And now and again I enjoy – 
attending drinking sessions!

My two presenting colleagues – 
are standing by me, I hear,
They say they will also quit – 
and that’ll be the end of Top
Gear!

My mouth, at the moment,
is in neutral – but ready to
move up a gear;
‘I am the star - and the person - 
I even have an idea!’

The jumped up BBC bosses – 
are trying to bully me now,
But they’re the ones who
started all this – they’ve 
started an almighty row!

The BBC are now trying to
gag me – and trying to grab
my crutch – 
But they simply have no
chance – I’ll clear off by
pressing down on the clutch!!

They say they’ll suspend me
from Top Gear – and that
will hurt them dear – 
But I’ll come back and 
condemn them all – by 
voicing my views on 
TWITTER!    

All the world is supporting
me – and wishing me all the 
best,
I know the BBC won’t like
this – but I’ve surely passed
my test!

I thank my fans and my
friends – and everyone else
online – 
Now I’ve been suspended 
from Top Gear – I think I’ll
have some wine! 

So, please, gather round – I
have something to say;
‘I am the star of TOP GEAR – 
and we’ll do the show my way!’

My name is Jeremy Clarkson,
my name, it does mean fear;
‘My message to the BBC – it’s
the end of the fabulous’
TOP GEAR!!’ 

So I thank the BBC – for 
distorting this whole fracas,
Now I’m off in ‘TOP GEAR’ – 
I’m moving to sunny’ LAS 
VEGAS!!   

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


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MY NAME IS IAIN DUNCAN SMITH

MY NAME IS IAIN DUNCAN SMITH


My name is Iain Duncan Smith,
and I hate all the disabled folk,
And when I cap their benefits – 
I will watch them all choke.
I am a Tory tosser – and I 
belong to the Tories,
But when we punish the 
disabled – you should hear their 
pathetic stories!

I did recruit Atos – and I paid
them mega money – 
I told them to inflict hard pain – 
on all the claimants testimony.
The disabled, we do hate – they
bleed the welfare dry,
Then they pour out their sob
stories – oh, they do make me 
cry!

I am bringing in more sanctions – 
which will really hit them hard,
And if they don’t like it – they
can call Scotland Yard!
Further to my reforms – I will
cap benefits even more,
Because causing severe hardship
to all the disabled – I really do
adore.    

We must look after our own
people – by that I mean MPs,
We can raise our own salaries – 
but the rest can take a pay 
freeze!
We do this to help ourselves – 
and we do just as we all please,
Because deep down in our
souls – we’re full of rotten
sleaze!

Universal Credit – is well behind
schedule,
And really over budget – gosh,
I do feel such a fool!
But we can always blame the
computers – and all the IT system,
All the lovely tax-payers money – 
wasted in a vision!

You see; ‘I have to look after the
rich – and blame it on a glitch’,
And then suck up to the HSBC
bankers – just like a wicked 
stitch!
We do have wealthy friends -   
and they bung us a few million, 
pounds – 
They scratch our hypocrite 
backsides – just like leeching
bloodhounds.        

My name is Iain Duncan Smith – 
and I am about to join my
cronies,
We have been voted out of
power, we were exposed as
phoines!
There is a serious party – who
are so popular – 
Their name is UKIP – and their
leader is a star!!

Yes, we can’t compete with 
Nigel Farage – he is the peoples
saviour, 
We all called him some awful  
names – because he likes his
beer!
So, here’s to my departure – 
the end of Iain Duncan Smith,
Then I’ll go to the house of
lords – and proudly wear my
quiff!

I call upon you voters – to vote
for Nigel Farage – 
And put an end to the Tory’  
Cameron rule – he is just a 
cloudy mirage.
We must also have a referendum – 
something Cameron won’t deliver,
So welcome our new party - in 
10 Downing Street today – as 
‘UKIP’ is our saviour. 

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


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MY NAME IS DAVID CAMERON

MY NAME IS DAVID CAMERON


My name is David Cameron –
I am a very proud Tory,
But to my party colleagues –
I am a horror story.
I am the PM – of a land so
small and crowded,
But if anyone dares to
comment – they really will
be bullied.

I do have some help – but
they aren’t part of my
plans,
Those Lib Dems are a waste
of space – I’ll squash them
in my hands.
I’ve had a word with my
mate, George Osborne –
to see how we can spend
some money,
And if I have got plenty
to spend – I’ll spend it on
my honey!

I do know some rich people –
and they’re the friends to know;
‘They are all directors of the
HSBC Bank – they can make
my money grow!’
They advise me of the tax
system – and how to avoid it,
good,
Well, I am David Cameron –
I’ll fiddle my tax as I should!

I’ll give them all a peerage –
as we are all corrupt –
Then I can walk around –
and feel like old King Tut!
We must keep this a secret –
our plan is all in power –
But, for goodness sake –
and to save my backside –
sack the bloody
whistleblower!

We do love our own power –
because we are all crooks;
‘And when we’re in a meeting –
we love to cook the books!’  
Those power companies look
after us – they bung us a few
million pounds –
We all know they’re all
corrupt – but, like us, they
play the money ‘merry-go-
rounds!

If we win outright power –
the obese will lose their
benefits –
How dare they scrounge
their money off us – those
fatties – eating their cakes!
Their benefits I will take –
as they are just plane lazy –
Because all their money
they get paid – it really
makes me crazy.

But there is a general
election looming – and there
really is a threat –
His name is Nigel Farage –
and with UKIP – that you can
bet!
They do have many fans
now – and I am so very
concerned –
I’ll have to dish up some dirt
on them all – lessons will be
learned!

I want an outright victory –
to be the Tory PM,
And kick out that Nick Clegg –
and the Lib Dems – I didn’t
even want them.
But if I do win sole power –
I’ll go to church and confess;
“That, I, David Cameron – will
act like Elliott Ness!”


BY
DARRYL ASHTON


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Baby Making Machine

In times past they 
have suffered 
humiliation;
In centuries ago, 
dehumanization;
Their gods 
subjected them to 
suffering;
Turned them to 
objects of 
punching;

Deprived of the 
normal life;
Their windows cut 
with a knife;
At ten sold out to 
slavery;
To satisfy the lust 
of the gods of 
savagery;

They were lesser 
bodies;
Punched by the 
great bodies;
Limited to the
chimney and 
kitchen;
Seen by the gods 
as minute chickens;

Bought with some 
silly price;
Bought as a baby-
making machine;
Lesser bodies 
given out for a 
price of sacrifice;
To continue the 
cycle of the 
previous machine; 

Franchise denied;
Freewill 
confiscated;
Provision seized;
High life snatched;

They drink the 
liquid cancer of 
their god's 
corpse;
Their pride is 
shaved from their 
head;
And sleep for 
centuries with the 
dead;
And their purse 
coveted by force;

In the name of 
tradition;
Denied the 
treasure of 
education;
In the name of the 
ancestor's culture;
A drastic ruin in 
the future;

Yet these same 
lesser bodies;
Have suddenly 
stretched out 
hands to the 
Deities;
No longer limited 
to the kitchen;
Neither are they 
baby-making 
machines;

Queen Idia fought 
the Idah;
Queen Amina, a 
Zarian elder;
Queen Nzinga, one 
in a million;
Queen Neferiti, a 
woman lion;

Ms Sarah 
Akpojotor, 
knowing no end;
Dora Akunyili, a 
living legend;
Mother Theresa, a 
canonization;
Oprah Winfrey, a 
beatification;

Mary Slessor, a 
flowing river;
Whitney Houston, 
a diva;
Mrs Success, a 
romantic berry;
Bless you Dorothy 
Dandridge, Halle 
Berry;

They are not 
deformed men but 
equal sex;
They are not 
weaker sex;
They are not baby-
making machines;
They are life-giving 
sapien, not 
machines.


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THE NEW FIRST MINITSER OF SCOTLAND - MY NAME IS NICOLA STURGEON

THE NEW FIRST MINISTER OF SCOTLAND...
MY NAME IS NICOLA STURGEON

 
My name is Nicola Sturgeon,
and I am a lady jock,
I was the only candidate – It
really was a shock!
No one else stood against
me – they knew I was the
one,
My PA staff kept them out –
until I had finally won!

I’m now in full charge – of
Scotland and our decisions,
We don’t need those
Westminster lot – and we’ll
knight all our patrons!
We want to say goodbye,
to Cameron and the elite,
Now we can play at; ‘being
in control’ – and finally take
our seat?

Yes, I had some challengers –
but they were kept at bay –
I didn’t want to fight for my
perks – I couldn’t feel dismay!
So I ordered my PA – to keep
them at arm’s length,
To dismantle any challengers –
and to really show their
strength!

I’ll eat a lot more haggis –
and talk a load of tripe,
But when the media come
invading – I’ll wallow in
the hype!
I eat my Scots porridge
oats – every morning and
with lots of milk,
Then I’ll say to Alex
Salmond: ‘What is under
your kilt?’

We will decide our own
future – that I know for
sure,
We should have gone for
independence – we really
know the score!
Yes, we love our expenses,
and accept large donations –
Just line our pockets full
of cash – as we proceed
with our negotiations!

We will pay our members –
the above inflation pay –
Because we intend earning
more – especially after May!
I’ve spoken to Cameron,
and Osborne and to Clegg,
But I would get more sense
out of – little baby Oleg! 

We really don’t care for
the Westminster
politicians –
All we want are more and
more – of your Westminster’
donations!
We have our own
Parliament – and we do sit
occasionally –
Just like the MPs in
westminster – we work part
time only!    

We are making savage cuts –
and to cut the welfare bill,
But if it does get too bad –
we can always take a pill!
I will abolish the bedroom
tax – for all the wealthy
people,
They can donate to me
instead – and sod the poor
and less able.

Yes, there is a lot of work
to do – our economy we
shall grow –
But if we need a top up –
the English will pay us
more!
No! I’m not biased! But I
need to balance the books –
Not be like the TESCO
bosses – and act like
“honest” crooks!     

There really isn’t any
difference with any
politician –
We all are so corrupted –
but so innocent at an
election!
We will also come
knocking - on your new
double glazed front door –
And hassle you for your
vote – it really is a bore!

My name is Nicola
Sturgeon, I am now in
charge of Scotland –
And all we’ll really do
now – is to take more
cash in hand!
We are the canny jocks –
and we now are so
independent –
But we’ll still scrounge
from the Westminster
elite – it is our Scottish
commandment!

So, I welcome you to
Scotland – were I am
now in charge, 
But, who is that man
who’s taking Scottish
seats; ‘why it’s Nigel
Farage!’
I will ask him why he’s
here – and if he wants
a beer?
Then I’ll flash my kilt,
and my rear - and he
may give me a cheer!

I welcome you all to
Scotland – please feel
free to roam,
But don’t forget to
leave a donation –
before you head off
home?
We now have a new
border control – to
keep the English out –
But there just might
be an exemption – if
you can show a lot of
clout?

Farewell from me as I
take my seat – and start
to line my pockets –
Oh, what a lovely life it
is – especially if you’re
Scottish!       
I must now go and eat
my lunch – my tasty
haggis stew,
All of it paid for – by the
likes of...oh, if you only
knew!!!! 

 

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


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MY NAME IS TAX AVOIDANCE

MY NAME IS TAX AVOIDANCE


My name is Tax Avoidance,
and I work for a well known
bank,
I help most customers to
avoid paying tax – and with
their money, they all do 
thank.

I am the leader of a shifty
crew – and have friends in
very high places,
We love to make millions
of pounds – we are the 
corrupt aces!

We could be the 
Untouchables, just like Al
Capone,
And avoid paying any tax
at all – more interest I will
own.

We are in this together – 
and certain MPs too – 
We enjoy being on the 
fiddle – we are a crooked
crew!

I sit is my plush office – 
with shag-pile carpet 
on the floor – 
My aim is to fiddle my 
taxes – tax avoidance I 
just adore!        
   
The taxpayers of the UK
will surely bail us out – 
We are in this all together,
but I’m the one with clout!

We do have a board 
meeting – once every week,
To decide how much tax
to withhold – we have a 
bloody cheek!

I sit on my bottom all day – 
just counting all my money,
And call for my leggy 
secretary, she is my tax-
dodging honey!!

I have to look after the 
boys, and act so innocent,
Getting caught we cannot
do – I’m conducting an
experiment!!

Yes, we love to cook the  
tax books – and we really, 
help ourselves,
So we can all screw our
profits system – just like
troubled Tesco – well, 
‘every little helps!’

I said I felt like Al Capone,
fiddling all my taxes – but
now I’m in a mess,
But a bloody interfering
bank clerk brought us all
crashing down – his name? 
it was Elliott Ness!!!!

BY
DARRYL ASHTON    


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MY NAME IS DALTON PHILIPS

MY NAME IS DALTON PHILIPS


My name is Dalton Philips,
and I’m the “BOSS” of the
Morrisons empire,
My job is to get things
right – and getting rich is
my desire!

I had a little office – and
a leggy’ secretary,
And when we had a quiet
day – we’d embrace on 
my new bed-settee!

I am the chief executive – 
and what I say does go – 
But recently I botched up – 
our profits have been low.

I got this job I wanted – 
because I knew the score,
But ever since I cocked up – 
they’re throwing me out 
of the door!

I had a fabulous time in
charge – making myself
so rich,
But I couldn’t boost the
profits more – so I’ll 
blame it on a glitch!

So now they are kicking
me out, because I’ve 
failed to score;
‘And now I will say goodbye – 
because I can’t deliver
more!’

But every time they do
recruit, a new Chief 
Executive,
They always fail in their
job – will they ever 
forgive?

I introduced a discount 
card – to match both
Aldi and Lidl,
But everyone knows 
this scheme – is just a
little fiddle?!

So, now I say; ‘adios’ 
my friends – I leave my
job with sorrow – 
I’ll say; ‘Good Luck to 
you, dear Morrisons – 
there’s always a new
tomorrow.  

My final word is with
regret – before you 
hang by the neck;
‘You could save millions 
of pounds in cash, just
get rid of Ant and Dec!’             

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


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MY NAME IS GARY GLITTER - AND I WAS THE LEADER OF THE GANG

MY NAME IS GARY GLITTER...
AND I WAS THE LEADER OF
THE GANG


My name is Gary Glitter,
and I've been a naughty
boy,
I've been in the court 
today - feeling rather 
coy.
I had a special gang - I
even was the leader - 
But now my world is
over - I've lost all my
glitter! 

"Do you want to be in
my gang - I asked the
judge today?"
But he told me to take
my silly wig off - I felt
such dismay!
I told the judge I was
famous - and wore a
lot of glitter,
But the judge just 
looked away - he 
looked rather bitter!

My name is Gary Glitter,
I was a pop star and
so famous,
But now I'm in some 
trouble - I tried to be
self righteous!
I winked at the jury - 
and sang a silly song;
'Do you want to be in
my gang? And we'll 
dance all night long!' 

I wore big glitzy shiny
suits - and a great big
hairy wig,
And sang about my 
own special gang - to
whom the girls did dig!
My lavish, and pop star
life-style - was all the
rage you see,
And when I held my
special parties - the
girls would sit on my
knee! 

I was the leader of a
gang - but now I do
face jail - 
All those glitzy days of
rave - I will surely hail!
I now have a new gang - 
a chain gang - I can tell;
'So, please, welcome to
my prison gang - in my
own new glitzy prison 
cell!!!!' 

I've met old Rolf Harris,
and some cuter older 
boys - 
I invite them all to share 
my cell - and play with 
my new toys!
But I would love a transfer,
to a cute little girly jail - 
Where I could carry on  
my antics - their beauty 
I'd prevail! 

My name is Gary Glitter,
my life is now all over,
I do miss my wicked days - 
I really felt in clover.
My crimes have now
been exposed - and I'm
now in a prison cell,
All those girls I did abuse - 
and now they all did tell.

I tried to look the part in
court - and wear my 
stupid wig - 
The judge just took one
look me - he didn't give a 
fig!
And the jury all saw 
through me - my crocodile
tears I shed,
But the judge told be to
remove my wig - to show
my baldy head!

I was the leader of my gang - 
and on top of the pops I did
shine,
But now thanks to my 
messing around - I am in jail - 
to do my time.
My name was Gary Glitter - 
and now I am in prison - 
My fame shot me to TV gold,
but my secret life - I hid
for a reason.

I went abroad to get away - 
from all of this hysteria, 
But the authorities there
deported me quick - as
though It was their career!
I can't complain - I did do
wrong - and now I do feel
bitter - 
But I hate the name of Paul
Gadd - I am the naughty...
Gary Glitter!

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


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MY NAME IS CHARLES KENNEDY

MY NAME IS CHARLES KENNEDY


"Rt Hon Charles Kennedy UK MP"


My name is Charles
Kennedy, I do so like
a drink,
But when I’m on
Question Time – I
just cannot think!
I enjoy a little tipple –
and I smoke a fag,
But when I was on
Question Time – all
I did was nag!

I sat there like a
drunkard – bleary
eyed and sodden,
Every time I tried
to answer – my
lines, I had forgotten! 
I am a proud
Scotsman – and I
like my whisky neat,
But sometimes in
the morning – I
stagger down the
street!

I was a guest on
Question Time – but
I only had some
water,
So I had a little
drinky, of whisky
and soda!
I couldn’t even think
straight – I wanted
to go home –
But if I am honest –
to the pub I’d gladly
roam.

I listened to David
Dimbleby – and the
other boring’ cretins –
And as I constantly
nodded off – I was
thinking; ‘Oh, my 
sins!’
I couldn’t stay awake
and I kept on slurring
my words –
All I wanted was
drink – not to listen
to these nerds!      

I’m sat here next to
Dimbleby – I just
cannot focus now;
‘I’m constantly being
nagged at – by that
silly Tory’ cow!’
I have my wee flask
of whisky – ready to
drink for sure,
But if I get too drunk
they’ll kick me out the
door!

So now I need a clinic –
and I’ll book a room
today,
And when I’m in my
mini bar – I’ll shout;
‘Hip-pip...HOORAY’
But when I go in my
room – someone kicks
me on my groin –
When I turn to bop
them – I see it’s...
Paul Gascoigne!

BY
DARRYL ASHTON



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Thank you lord

< b /b>Faithful is your name oh lord
            greater is your love 
            nothing compares to your greatness
            you are the lord of lords, you are the king of kings
            Jehovah is your name and i give all the glory  unto you
            the lord my creator 
            you who made heaven and earth 
            and everything that is in them 
            you have a name above all names
            your name heals the sick
            your name raises the dead
            your name enriches the poor
            your name empowers the weak
            i bow before you oh lord
            i surrender to you oh great lord
            you forgive my iniquities, you redeem my soul
            you anoint my head with oil
            i thank you lord
            you provide for every nee
            you meet with every desires of my heart
            you created me with your own image
            and favored me among all creations
            thank you for the gift of life,thank you for the gift of health
            thank you for my children
            thank you for my job
            thank you for my family and friends
            greater is you that is in me than he that is in the world
            


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Independence Rock

A soliloquy comes over me as a testament to this great rock.
The names and dates and markings from generations ago unlock, 
those that past this way on foot and ox and horse,
and those that never made it here; to chisel and endorse.

Silent now are the graves that sit beside this place,
and the thousands that pass by and give respect to unknown names.
A rot-iron fence sit's where some say they lay
the children that may have died here;  is also where they played.

Stone scratched history, tar and paint,   
the rolling Sweetwater accentuates,
this giant rock where thousands now have trod,
left with only the name, 
of Independence Rock.


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My Darling Pinkee



Profile:
Name: Pinkee
Alias: Alias the Pinkster
Likes: Game's, Sponge Bob, Dancing
Height: Midget
WT:  35 lbs.
Age: only four (04)
Education: Smart as a Whip
Claim to fame:  feel's no shame

          ------

When I am feeling lonely
And feeling kind of blue
I count on my darling Pinkee
She will know what to do
        ------
Let's us play game's
That is what she would say
She love to kiss and hug
She sing's all day
        ------
She is a real character
Whether she is at work'
         Or at play
I know that she is happy
So long as thing's are her way
       ------
She taught me the word
Ish-ca-duta
That mean's I just don't know
And if you ask me why
Then, I will tell you so
It's the Pinkster you know
      She told me so         
        ------
One day we made a song
Something that you might not
      Want to miss
And then she gave me a little kiss
     And it goes' a little
Something like this
       -------
Wee Luv uhr Pin-kee
O'h yes wee do-oo-00
We wulve uhour pink-eey
I must be-ee true-uho-uho
        ------
Now, I know that I do Love her
And the baby she in mind
Their are so many thing's to do
Just so little time
      ------
I know that I love you
With heart body and soul
I know that the thing's
That you do for me
Make's me young and bold
      -----
Her name is P-ink-ee
She is taught and she is tame
With-out her is this world
My world would never
Be the same
      ------
She is smart
She really knows' how
To play the game
On top of that
She knows' how to
Spell her name
    ------
My name is P-ink-ink-ee-ee
O'h, yes it is--s-is's
My name is Pink-yee
Have lot's of chee-ree-rs
        -----
She is smart
Smart as a whip
Even when though
She is four
She always give 
Me the slip...

If not, then 
She will give me
A tip
      ------
And who can ask
For more

             GF

******Note: ********
Her name is Faith Renee Wiggins -AKA- the {Pinkster}


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An Ode To Potter

Who is this boy?
Harry Potter.
He is a teen wizard,
From the school Hogwarts.

Harry has two best mates,
Ron and Hermione, each other they hate.
Ron is a wizard, Hermione a muggle-witch.
Its up to Harry,
To keep their friendship,
Smooth without a hitch.


Together with Albus Dumbledore,
They rage a war,
Against the evil forces of,
Dark Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort has a sorry past,
Though was an orphan,
He stood as tall as a ship’s mast.

Voldemort’s real name is 
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
No, he’s not just any boy,
Playing his fiddle.



Tom looked for power.
He attained it with forces that were evil.
He tortured an innocent boy’s parents to insanity.
The boy’s name is Neville.

Ginny is Ron’s sister 
And a friend of Harry and Hermione.
There are Dean and Seamus,
Best mates they are,
Also jealous of Harry’s scar.

This is a short summary of Harry Potter,
Created by J.K. Rowling- THE WONDER AUTHOR.


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You never saw me JCO

It is so strange. You were gone, then I needed you. I needed your voice. I needed 
to see your face. I sat there in front of you, still so defeated, but I couldnt move. My 
feet were planted.  I was so in love with you. You never saw me.

I never heard Im sorry escape your lips, you felt no guilt. I heard I needed you. I 
heard I still love you.  But you left me. YOU just left me. I watched you move, I 
pleaded within myself to not fall this time. I made no attempt to get closer. I 
reached for the lighter, you never saw me, when you reached for me. 

Then you put the arms I needed, around my body, and kissed my head. I closed my 
eyes trying to contain everything I wanted to scream. I just cried. You never saw 
me. 

I listened to you talk. So much excitement in your voice. I was focused on the road, 
and listening to the passion come from your lips.I felt so broken inside...I knew you 
never said my name with excitment, because you avoided saying my name at all. I 
cried again. You never saw me.

I watched you as you took the wheel, the way your skin glowed in the full moon 
light. The way my hand looked as it touched your face. I was so hurt inside when I 
felt the phone continuously vibrate, I knew once again it wasnt me. I realized at 
that moment, I dont know that I love you anymore. I cried when I lay in bed that 
night. You never saw me.


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HIS WEALTH 1

HIS WEALTH

He was renowned for farming 
ploughing lands as large as atlantic  
but his harvests he keeps beyond the sea
beyond the sea all he got

Down here, his roof leaks
his town roads untared
they make use of his wealth
to paint their town more white

he thinks his wealth is safe 
but the value they use
promising him security and secrecy
to shut their mouth from his people

his pots occupied
by cockroach and rats
as had been aboandoned by his wife
his children grow everyday
developing big belly and head

He goes back to use ibeleju as lamp
but he claims to be rich
his children goes fishing to pay their fees
the school fees he has refused to pay

they built a school for their wards
and beg them to look inside papers
nobody pays a penny
those are the people beyond the sea

his wealth is intact
but had been used
times without number for their anuual budget
they beyond the seas

Worms leak his intestine
and his offsprings from six to two
he took their looks to the people
the people beyond the sea

they gave him a name "Malaria"
Malaria took them all
contented he came
carring no less for his kwashiokor wards

His bicycle like buried iron
yet he appears before his kinsmen
to speak in language that tingles
they smirk at him

though the gods let him live
his expliots and wealth
managed and utilized by the people
the people beyond the sea

he claims to be learned
while they have brain washed him
he trusted them
and left our heritage

the gods forbide
our black heritage
that our fathers died to protect
like our brotherly love

Our heritage
that forbade greed
he forgot our maxim
that of Unison

him that our fathers gave the "Ofor"
the Ofor that represents power
power to protect our interest
our black interest

the gods bear us witness
witness of our unquenched suffering
starving in front of plenty
plenty at the so called bank

banks beyond the sea banks
the name for their civilised theft
theft because they use the value
the value of your wealth
to reinforce themselve

the Ofor has fallen
from his hands
the gods has departed  from him
but he will not believe

our chambers now lagoons
lagoons from the light shawers
our tables now canoes
and soup spoons paddle

mosquitoes now our pets
nursing our children
our working age amended
starting from 6  to sleep

our heads now bald
not from age
but from fetching water
water from the eden 


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Ode of Rain and Veil

She’s the princess of the world of silence.
Existing outside our normal human touch,
She sees every good, bad, deed we do.
She passes no judgment, just perseverance.
Realizing this world has choice, as such.
Caring not what we decide, or even a clue.
Her soul was guided by plain experience.
Her mind unrivaled, and new very much,
Her name, Rain; with eyes of light blue,
Lips that glimmered, true, effervescence,
Her name was given from her first touch.
Upon the day she was born, it came anew.
Christening with name in natures balance,
Her destiny preordained in gentle touch.
Who would win her heart, capturing dew?
Dew, one of her two faithful acquaintances,
They chatted in a language, Double Dutch.
Mist, the second, now you know of the two.
Stallions, white twins, with no ambivalence,
Only she could speak, hear, revealing crutch.
No other could tell differences in her crew.
One to be her prince in adoring excellence,
Must win confidence of dew in his touch,
No mistake, no second chance for woo.
Many have tried to no avail in adolescence.
Only one pauper’s son left to offer such.
One chance to know, to choose right skew,
His mind, unconsciously knew adherence.
When he prepared his choice, a quick clutch,
His choices correct, all others they bid adieu.
Her companion was chosen, forever attendance.
He rode mist, she road dew, in blissful touch
His heart and soul was, sincere, more than true
Princess and pauper together, rode into silence.
Peace prevailed in their land, never violence.
Princess Rain, now Prince Veil road in balance.



Written for

Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ 
Contest Name Rain, The Story 
Written by cecil Hickman


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MY NAME IS NICOLA STURGEON

MY NAME IS NICOLA STURGEON


My name is Nicola Sturgeon,
I am a very proud Scot,
I always evade all questions
when I'm on the spot!
I like to think I am forceful - 
just like Maggie Thatcher,
But that wouldn't be true - 
I am a lot more macabre!

My aim is to govern all
those English pigs,
Charge them even more - 
and reverse the ban on
cigs!
I eat a lot of Haggies - as
that is what we Scots do,
But If I eat too much - I'll
end up on the loo!

I also eat my breakfast - 
to give me more energy, 
Scots porridge oats for
me - with salt and a drop
of Scotch whisky!
I aim to storm to 10 
Downing Street, wearing
a skimpy kilt,
And listen to those wolf
whistles - or, do they
just insult?

I want to work with Ed,
I'll show him who's the
boss - 
But deep down in my
soul - I couldn't give a
toss!!
The SNP are the best - 
but could we work with
Labour?
If I sweet talk Mr Ed - 
and do him a special 
favour!!!!

Once I'm in the office - 
of the Houses of 
Parliament - 
I can then take over - 
and cause a massive
argument!
My name is Nicola 
Sturgeon - and I am a
canny Scot,
But all those policies I
did promise - I have 
right now forgot!

We do not like the
English MPs - but if
they help me win,
I will be the new 
Prime Minister - they'll
all take it on the chin!
So vote for me for 
power - I'll rule the
country well,
But I do know the 
English folk - will tell
me to go to hell!

BY
DARRYL ASHTON     


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 2)

Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for 
she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past,  though I know her serenading 
immortal heart sings in this body of mine now…
I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such 
lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful 
memories of the love we made…

No!!! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with 
such lust in this place!!! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of 
destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea…
From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times 
the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your 
soul yearns in suffering to make amends…

I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’ 
ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an 
immortal heart’s legend…
By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never 
know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in 
eternal waves…

Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on 
wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with 
the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since 
my immortal heart heard a poet...
Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning, 
an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon 
the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering…

Their manes dancing towards the crest  n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love 
a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’ 
painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust ...
Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the 
lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood 
washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as 
their fateful love turned to dust…


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HIS NAME IS NICK

through his mom he has come to know me 
and my disability.I couldn't get off the toilet in his house as there were no hand rails
I asked his mom if the young man 20,would be uncomfortable giving me a pull up
she said if I was ok with it he would be too.Nick came to the door and flexed his muscles
to pull this large woman up,i saw  such pride in his moms eyes.my heart sank having to
have to ask him for the help.As my visit continued with his mom in the coffee shop.Nick
must have called 20 times to ask if I needed him.now my eyes filled with pride to know
such a fine young man when so much is wrong with the youth today.God bless America,God
Bless Nick


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MY NAME IS ALEX SALMOND

MY NAME IS ALEX SALMOND



My name is Alex Salmond, I
am a canny jock,
And I have to be honest - I 
fancy Mr Spock!
I wish I was in space - away
from the human race,
And tell that Nicola Sturgeon
wench; 'to get out of my 
face!'

She thinks she wears the
trousers - in the Scottish
SNP - 
I have to tell her gently; 
'those trousers are for me.'
We're going down to 
Westminster - and we 
hope to cause a riot - 
Because everyone knows
the Scots - can't really all  
stay quiet!!

My name is Alex Salmond - 
I had to quit the show;
'I failed to get democracy - 
it was a terrible blow!'
We'll carry on scrounging - 
off the English government -
And carry on with our FREE
prescriptions - which the
English to supplement.

Oh, it is a grand life to live
in Scotland land - 
I can wear my kilt - and
dance to the bagpipe band.
We don't need you, the English - 
we have got everything,
Now we canny Scot MPs... 
can have a highland fling!!

BY
DARRYL ASHTON
    


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Love's Whisperings

Can you hear the whisper
This 'psst' of love emitting from my heart
Listen very intimately for faint is the pulsation
Afraid of reopening the wound so skillfully concealed

Can you hear the whisper
Of my soul resounding from your nearness
Filling the hollowness that has searched tenaciously
From afar in hopes of a curative balm of love

Can you hear the whisper
Of a spirit struggling to be released
Freedom from the pains and hurts of yesterday
Freed from the disappointments and disillusions of today

Can you hear the whisper
It’s calling your name ever so sweetly
Come be my knight in dented and dinged armor
Ride with me into the morning light and the nights setting sun

Can you hear the whisper
It’s calling your name ever so sincerely
Come complete me, make me unconditionally yours
So that when you whisper my name, I’ll follow you anywhere.


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Blessed Be His Divine Name

The name of Jesus is so powerful. 
Name like His, there's no other! 
Of that, we can all be sure. 
Jesus, is our Lord and Savior and He 
Is now in heaven preparing a place for us too 
So that we be with Him there someday for all eternity 
Powerful is He! And blessed be His divine name forever and ever! 





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My Lord

Your earth is calm my lord after all these centuries 
of pain and disdain when man was to blame for 
constant shame in your name. You asked in long
times past that your creation was in image of sacrifice and
the life you lay down for your people was to bring forth blessing
in your holy steeple. In light of martyrs that cried out for mercy on the 
mount that you preach your praise and glory all children are pure with
out worry. To walk in the path of grace to whom this land was your chosen
place i worship the everlasting and cast aside those in midnight 
passing. My heavenly father in which your house i must dwell i turn away
from chaos and wash my hands of Satan and his sin only to allow your light 
to heal me from with in. May all of your people follow your gospel with the same
strength as your brave apostles worthy is your name my lord glory in all things 
we must change is your name my father Amen.