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The Red Rain Poem
Where now does the black rose sleep?
The rains that fell before, bleed harder.
On grass that does not weep.
The lightening’s strike bears no sound.
Yet bursts afresh the stony ground.
Where hence do the voices go?
Their melody dancing, around trees flits.
Downwards on with the rivers flow.
Concealed within the morning mists.
I kneel with hands raised in fists.
Where then did the crows’ murder fly?
Leaving bones as their scar, laid fields bare.
And as vultures retook the sky.
Sea’s advance wrecks the iron ship with rust.
It’s foundations break, crumbling our chains to dust.
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I’ll tell you all a story
Tis one close to my heart
Has love, Has life, It has a cow
A haystack torn apart
The man in question?
Well that be me.
The setting?
Cheltenham Town
So gather all, come, sit around
My tale I shall tell
Refrain:
Oh the pastor’s daughter Nelly
Now she was a lovely lass
Oh quick and witty as the lark
But stubborn as an ass
Her buxom form drove men insane
She let none of them know her name
And well she played them at their game
Did that there lovely lass
Now in that town there was a girl
Just where I used to work
Her Pa a Christian minister
Her Ma a moll did lurk
The cow they kept from nine till five
Was only just for show
Oh what a family they did keep
And now you all shall know
Refrain
Well home came John the night before
A tad the worse for wear
He’d been with Nelly’s ma he said
She’d legs just like a bear
We shivered and drew him up a pint
His story for to tell
when up he sprang and spilt the glass
A Wager! he did yell
Refrain
Three and fifty pounds he cried
For the bra of lovely Nell
Brought to me by sunrise boys
Or the wager’s gone to hell
Toward the door we all were bid
Each man was mustard keen
John he rubbed his hands he did
His plan was yet unseen
Refrain
I quickly made for Craddock farm
Where I knew young Nell did sleep
So soon I came upon the barn
And so began to creep
The darkness swarmed around me
I couldn’t see ‘out all
Save a white and lacy garment
Residing by the stall
Refrain
I moved to towards the brassieres
And felt the clasp behind
When skin touched skin
Dizzying, I thought I lost my mind
Then suddenly the loudest moo
Ye’ll ever likely hear
did echo round the stable
and deafened my left ear
Refrain
Out sprang Nell from the haystack
And slapped me well and good
The brassiered cow was most perturbed
And bolted for the wood
I stood in shock aghast to know
what a fool that I must look
When in walked Nelly’s father
With aloft his holy book
Refrain
So now I wander banished
From the town I called my own
The clergy all now hate me
Though I am not well known
You’ll see me in the towns and pubs
With a wench or drink in hand
And so I’ll end my tale right now
Go forth,strike up the band
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Double hitting flame
Golden substance pouring out
A friend’s warm welcome
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Hot dry passage of the unwalked space
How so do Arctic winds leave your halls?
All around is naught but ore,
where dust has all but settled.
Come hither, freeze my soul
For amongst the flame of life
I stand and sweat
The drones slave on.
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Now it gnaws again
Growling to be satisfied
Pacified with food
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Outward swing saloon doors,
Hanging heavy in the midday sun
Where but fools or legends walk
Burnt and scarred,
World weary
The gecko sings
Slow, rhythmical, a slow heavy march
Whining in the din of midday silence
The dust stirs
In the saturated air
Storm’s coming
Out of barred doors
The free hurl the damned
Face to the dust
His last respite
Breath is heavy
Eyes dead
Hope gone
He stands
The mob gathers
And the drums call
Resonating the dead wood
To fever pitch
Sir you stand accused…
The accused stares to the heavens
Acceptingly
The lawman’s drone continues
The drums stop as the clouds
Form darkly
Storm’s here
The hammer falls
Guilty
The drums take up the call
As the gecko’s dirge begins
The air breaks
Rippling across the mob
He breathes again in the rain
The fools and legends retire
Onto wet dust
Tramping to the sound of drumming
The rope falls.
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The unwashed drain of
semi-civil masses sits
bleakly in darkness
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The stage is warm and yet colder
The past round my neck as a boulder
I sit and I think
Do I need a drink?
Would I have done well to have told her
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The tall man speaks jibes
a witty retelling of
others misfortunes
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Tuesday fleets, the haze
settles on weary eyes. Gone.
Why so quick Tuesday?
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