Best Keep An Eye On Poems
~Do you Believe~
Here's the little twist in my parents home
Spreading fairy dust since I was 3 years old
The prancing and dancing before Christmas Eve
Made it hard to keep an eye on my mother
Who I've seen kiss Santa under the mistletoe
The cookies and warm milk sit on top of a note
Dear Santa, THANK YOU FOR SPREADING JOY!!!
The baking,
The Wrapping,
The Stockings,
The decorations and toys!
How I treasured every magical moment
Until I realized who left the presents under the tree
Once the Christmas Bell Fell
The fairy dust wore off leavening no magic behind
That year was a year I earned the "NAUGHTY" list
Even so, my parents continued with the white lie
Decorating and Pretending Santa was real
My bike on the list was missing that year
I refused to behave and believe in you know who?
The magic inside was gone and dead!
I was old enough to know it was all a lie
The cookies, the present, the Christmas Glee
The naughty list was barely an excuse,
Because Parents worked hard all year long
Encouraging kids to be good in order to make the "NICE" list
Christmas is nothing more than a gimmick to every market
Using Christ and his birth as a reason to believe
BUT, the twist is not how I stop believing
The twist is a fizz, how I brought the magic back
Today, my kids sit and enjoy the presents under the tree
Baking and wrapping, hanging stockings by the chimney
The decorations and toys are worth every penny
Now, I'm the one hyper after eating a few cookies
Now listen, Kids listen well - Don't act surprised!
When you see mommy kissing Santa under the mistletoe
LOVE LINDA
Put your heart in my hand and just trust me,
Or you do not have to give me your trust.
Eventually, you will find the lust
That I have for you was easy to see.
Dakarai Cobb is who I must be
Each day until I return to the dust.
So, being honest with me is a must,
Trusting that my pen will always flow free.
Read me and my words like an open book,
Only to find out that I am a flirt.
You may want to keep an eye on this crook,
Even if he does not remove your shirt.
Remember, I want your engine to cook,
So when I start driving, it will not hurt.
From sagging huts up in the hills,
We watched the tourists flash their bills.
They piled our harvest on their plates,
While soup and scraps were all we ate.
The flames lick up from garbage cans,
Burnt brown like every working man,
Who shouts or sings or mutters low
Of the calluses that come and go.
They toss in straw, more flames shoot up
To light the faces, hewn and rough,
that need a creed, some faith to hold;
to make their insides proud and bold.
Right then and there, I stand to speak.
I will not play the lamb so meek.
The time has come to take back ours
from the wealthy dogs with fat cigars.
First cans, then cars, we overturn.
Now the boulevard begins to burn..
The fools shoot back, forget the cost,
The naked rage must not be lost.
We win ourselves some new recruits,
Some young; some old; some simply brutes;
I do not care where they heard the call.
The revolution now will need them all.
Our cause will die if all stays calm,
So I send out Juan with sweaty palms.
He won't come back, farewell, my friend.
Your blood will flow for greater ends.
Worn out, weary, our morale grows thin.
The feeling grows that we can not win.
We need more guns than we can steal,
But we do have one crop we can deal.
The rifles have arrived now. Good!
Excited now, they crack the wood.
My loathing of red, white and blue,
is spreading like the jungle flu.
Their army scatters, their leaders flee.
We've brought the country to it's knees.
With the capitol dead in our sights,
We'll soon assert the people's rights.
The grainy film does not portray
That it was a picture perfect day.
My second stands there, smart and trim.
It might pay to keep an eye on him.
We march them out in single file.
No need to bother with a trial.
Their baggy shirts and peasant lies
Betray them all as filthy spies.
Yes, the people had decreed this so,
I speak for them so I should know.
Your crimes have brought you here to die.
The people speak through me. Goodbye!
Their bodies jump in crimson leaps,
then tumble down in tangled heaps.
Scarlet skulls and splintered chests,
They'll surely air this in the West.
Bulldoze the bones and spread the lime,
For we all are on the side of time.
And tonight, we gather in the square.
Their blood has paid my ruling fare.
West Gorton
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015
Billy Briggs, he lived in Gorton, West Gorton to be precise
now the kids from West Gorton, were not very nice
they had the toughest gangs down there, so you had to know
if you were going to West Gorton, have your own gang in tow
Be careful just which street you walk, some you would not tread
you’re walking someone else’s ground, don’t look up just hang your head
you’re not here for trouble, there’s an errand to be done
so fix it, and then head home, your outnumbered here my son.
Then you hear the Robert Street Gang, know that your around
would like to know what you are doing, walking round their town
then there they are in front of you, young Billy and his crew
You can stare them down or fight them, run’s the other thing to do
Wat’cha doing here said Billy, a sneer upon his face
my granny’s sick we want to help, so we’re going to her place
Ok said Bill, we’ll help you through, just this once though mind
we’ll make sure you get there safe, you lads fall in behind
We fixed our Gran the best we could, and then, was time to go
we’ll keep an eye on her, said Billy, if she needs ya, we’ll let you know
they walked us back to the border line, Billy shook my hand and then
“ you Gorton lads are nancy boys, so don’t come back ag’en”
The pride came back, and then as one, we stepped back across the line
SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT THEN
Going 80
In a 50 zone
Cruising along
Singing my song
I like this beat
Lets crank it loud
Driving this road
Losing the load
I've got the wheel
Mic in my hand
The spot light is mine
Lead in the band
Whats that flashing?
Its the man
The man with the ticket
Saw him last week
In the 30 zone
When I took a stop
With a skip and a hop
No one was coming
And the music was good
Too late to down gear
Lights in the mirror
I've got the wheel
Mic in my hand
Spot light is mine
The head of the band
But theres a flashing
An uniformed man
Man with a ticket
Pulled to the side
A quieter tone
Swelling the blues
Hey, nothing to lose
He gives a grin
Says to slow down
A warning for you
I like the song too
You take the wheel
I've played the hand
Spot light all yours
The head of the band
Keep an eye on the rear
For the man in the mirror
Man with the ticket
I am broken into pieces
I will miss you my dear friend
As tears are flowing down my cheeks
I can’t believe this is the end
You were such a special soul
To so many out there
My heart broke into a million pieces
When I looked at your empty office chair
I prayed so hard for you to heal
I know God heard my prayer
But He had other plans for you
Next to Him up there
Your office is now quiet
Many chats and laughs we had in there
And the only thing that remains
Is your empty office chair
We were colleagues
Who became family too
And you made that office space so special
By simply being you
Fly high amongst the angels
Keep an eye on us from up there
I will always remember the amazing person
Who sat in that empty office chair
No matter what they say, life can be true hell,
i learned the hard way...
dont trust sitters, you dont know what they do,
when you turn your back,
keep an eye on your child;
check their weight and for a single bruise;
ask your children about abuse...
dont trust people,
it seems they always lie,
and even with the very best ones,
your friendship will soon die,
we only have a moment in this life,
why waste it? why not give it a try...
dont trust boys,
but oh its hard to say that one,
as i very much so trust my man,
but recongnize the difference between the two,
a man will respect, a boy only hurts you...
dont take drugs,
not chemicals, not pills,
dont smoke weed,
withdraw gives you the chills,
no matter what they say, all drugs are addictive,
i learned the hard way. . .
dont smoke ciggeretts,
oh gosh and please dont chew,
they arent the worst habits,
but it looks bad on you,
dont ever cut your skin,
not by your own hand,
when you look at the scars,
they seem worthless and hard,
they make you wanna scream,
trust me you dont want to bleed,
dont hide your tears,
be proud that you feel,
let the world see your pain,
because your not alone, no way,
and when you start feeling weak,
up you must speak,
no matter what they say, you gotta speak up,
i learned the hard way. . . [i know guys, its really tough]
dont let it bug you,
if it doesnt feel right,
stop what ever it is,
before it fu*cks up your life,
whether family or friend,
or someone you dont know,
the bad must finally go!
dont slack off,
youll get way too far behind,
so far back,
that you cant even change your mind,
your choice will be made,
cause you decided to sleep that day,
dont let go of your dreams,
are you kidding!? are you crazy!?
their all you have left,
their all you really need,
so close your eyes,
dont expect it to come true,
and dream. . .
listen, life isnt easy,
and this isnt all my advice,
but pay to it,
just a little of your mind...
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"The essence of art is to recapture the fantasy and the imagination of a child again, but without the innocence of a child."
~Romare Bearden
she had been reaching for all the wrong stars
and told a dream would not take her far
she never allowed her imagination to let go of her hand
fear keeping her near on safe, familiar land
do not let your reverie off of the sidewalk
bundle up any whimsy and keep an eye on the clock
point your eyes straight ahead, keep your feet on the ground
there will be no fantasy visualization, nor glittering pink melodic sound
all of which she tried to obey, with self-discipline her fanciful tenancies allay
but her mind rebelled and took control of the wheel
steering her into a hallucination until she lost the real
one can be controlled, the other cannot
those who forced discipline, conveniently forgot
all art, great and small, comes from a mind
that's recklessly daydreaming most of the time
living in a fantasy land with magic, fairies, and such
creating the poetry, art ,and music we all love so much
the stars she had been reaching for were all wrong
for the light that she needed was inside all along
Neptune
The king sits on a wooden throne on a turf of
dry land, his country has been swallowed up
by the sea, turns to his premier and says; why
didn´t you ask the Dutch for help, their flat
country has been beneath sea levels for many
years... and as a result they have grown to be
the tallest people in the world, this so they
look over dikes and keep an eye on the ocean.
The king takes off his green wellies and asks
for dry socks, a flunky puts them on, but sees
the king has webbed feet and wonders why.
The monarch knew his country would sink,
and was prepared, his kingdom will be big and
limitless.
Bargains galore!
Lots of people out shopping
All looking for that special gift
Carrier bags bulging
Keep an eye on the spending
Frazzled tempers
Riots break out
I got the LAST one
Don’t ever want to go shopping again
All I want is to go home
Yipee ... only 365 days till we do it all over again!!!
Jan Allison
27th November 2014
How?
How is that we shall remember.
Remember many things, least of all to dream.
Dream dreams of yesterday and tomorrow?
Dream.
Dream dreams of today, one will go, one will stay.
Ours to keep?
Keep one eye on want you want and one on what you've got…they say.
To keep an eye upon the dreams,
seems such an easy thing, but leads instead, to
Enormity.
Enormous pressure and contemplation
with mounds and mounds of piled up words
and lessons learned.
To sift through, takes patience.
(Something that I haven’t got).
But, Oh please, I will listen, if you will tell.
How do we keep an eye on what it is we dream,
When perhaps it seems to float about without visibility?
To find it, just point in the direction, and with or without certain introspection,
I’ll set out upon the task to it's projection...
still, how, I ask?
I sit and wonder.
Wonder, Wonder... Wonder.
Wander... wander, my mind wanders.
Too late, my mind now wanders.
I have set out on a path, another endeavor.
Oh well, I must add to my list...
this dream thing-very important.(underline twice)
**geeeeet baack to ddrreeeeams, period. NO! no. Yes. exclamation!
(There, that should do it).
Dear sweet sixteen drama queen:
I know you don't want my advice,
But shut your smart mouth and listen.
The last decade has been quite a ride
And I want to share my wisdom.
Don't think you're above getting tickets -
When you drive, keep an eye on your speed.
And don't brush your teeth so roughly
Or your gums will start to recede.
Make time for being creative -
Write and paint as much as you can.
When school ends, you'll be working
And time will slip through your hands.
You're not immune to tragedy;
Every heart is destined to break.
You'll witness death, sickness, and pain,
But you'll learn from every mistake.
Always treat strangers with kindness -
You don't know what they've endured.
Be even kinder to Mum and Dad -
Because YOU are what they've endured!
Talk to your grandparents weekly;
Ask questions, learn about the past.
Your history lives within them
And memories won't always last.
Of all the advice I've given,
I hope you'll heed this one thing:
Fall in love with the good guys.
With bad boys, just have a fling!
We walked slowly along the busy road
My tiny hand slipped into yours
I clung tightly on to you
Whilst my sister skipped off with her friends
My brown leather satchel hung from my shoulder
We arrived at the entrance to the school
Not a word passed between us
Suddenly the silence was broken …
DING A LING A LING A LING
My class teacher Mrs Kempster stood in the doorway
She was ringing a hand bell
Even after all these years I can still picture her so vividly
She was a large hard faced woman -
The exact opposite to my petite mum
We were ushered into the classroom like little lambs
Mrs Kempster’s 10-year-old son Nigel joined us
He had earache and was not going to school that day
For some reason his mum left the classroom
She asked Nigel to keep an eye on us
Nigel started running round the room…
About a dozen of us followed, we thought this was fun!
Suddenly, Mrs Kempster burst into the classroom
She was shouting at us, absolutely furious!
Nigel sat down quickly - he had a huge smirk on his face
Only three of us were hauled up in front of her
Mrs Kempster went to her desk drawer
She pulled out a large black gym shoe
Then hit us three times on the back of our legs
Tears welled up in my eyes
I couldn’t wait to hear the bell ring
DING A LING A LING A LING
Only then I could go back to the safety of my mother’s arms
This has been very cathartic to write - is a true account of my first day at infant school. My mother complained to the headmaster … but nothing was ever done
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07~27~15
I dread the day when I get "the call"
When they tell me that you've gently slipped away
Well, at least I hope it will be gentle
As you close your eyes and say goodnight
Despite my fear of your imminent passing
My darling, you don't know the times I've prayed
And asked God to take you Home to Him
To come and rescue you from this hellish world
A world in which you've been imprisoned
Unable to walk or talk; your two greatest assets
Enslaved to the bonds of Alzheimer's disease
When you go to sleep, my love
Your spirit will soar to the highest heights
And there you'll be with our Father in Heaven
No more the feeling of indignity
Forget about forgetting!
You'll remember every glorious experience
And spend your time singing praises with the angels
You'll also get to meet our relatives
Who have gone to sleep before us
Our little son is waiting excitedly
To run and fling his arms around you!
He'll take you on a guided tour
Of the endless gardens and babbling brooks
Flowing with life that will never cease
Pain will not be familiar with your name
Fatigue? Just a distant memory
Sickness and disease cannot touch you
And the prospect of death, you'll never know
You can wander around from country to country
Fulfilling your desire to travel the world
Then off you go and explore the stars
That light up the beauty of this earth
Examine the moon, planets and galaxies
Discover Daddy's handiwork
And witness first hand, the beginning of life
As the Big Bang is replayed
Please make sure to keep an eye on us here
Just to see that we're doing okay
Find out what your children are up to
And watch their kiddies turn into parents themselves
Of course, you'll be waiting for the day
When I come and join you for eternity
Until that day, I will always miss you
Thank you so much for coming into my life
Now, lie back, relax, and close your eyes
Go to sleep, my love, you have nothing to fear
I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I'm the social outcast
Let's see how long this lasts
I walk down the street
So may people to meet
But I see none to talk
So I guess I'll just walk
Saturday night rolls around
And I leave to go down town
So many parties to go to
But my social status is to low
I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I' the social outcast
Let's see how long this last
First day of a new school year
And it's all just as I feared
The preps and jocks over run us
Not like anyone cares if I make a fuss
They just need to wait
And I'll keep an eye on their fate
The looks and muscles will soon fade
Oh, won't that be a sad day
I've been set aside
As if I should hide
I'm the social outcast
Let's see how long that last
Fifteen yeas have past
I have climb the latter of success
That fast food joint your working at
yeah it's true, I own that
I'm not the social disease
I realize as you beg on your knees
You have five kids to feed
I can't imagine the help you need
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