Moving down along the way, going home
Passing houses and streets where I roamed
Here was the Clover shop, there were
Molly Gwinn’s, Saxon Parole, Hound and Hare
And so many more of spots I used to know
Gone to dust a rather long time ago
There’s no home without you, darling love
But I’m talking to your photograph
Over the hills of green, far away
I keep moving along day by day
The illusion I’m through sets me free
If I’m real or not makes no diff for me
Home is where my heart is and vice versa
Any order of words brings the mercy.
:)
.I.
.AM.
.ONLY.
.HERE.T
O.LET.YO
U.KNOW.THA
T.YOU.ARE.TH
E.ONE.THAT.
CAN.MAKE.
A.DIFF
EREN
CE.
:)
A peculiar middle name, all my life I've been burdened with
Twas “Byard”, that's even worse than “Archibald” or “Biff”
What were Ma and Pa thinking
This name is still stinking
My name of Jack saved the day and made a big diff!
Looking back, while looking forward
Am I really sate to go
Backwards, when I’m going onward
Pacing fast and sometime slow
One road ends, then goes another
Same exactly as the old
Where to go to, moving further
Do I really have a goal
Maybe I’m amnesiac
Partly this explains my doubts
If the memory I lack
Sends me back to same old grounds
How come that I feel uncertain
Within this unconscious drift
Pull down, or pull back the curtain
Either way makes no big diff.
"Statistical Hiccup"
It takes
Me one
Hour to
Walk from
My house to
The bar but
It takes
Me 2
Times longer to
Walk back
Home
&
To
Me that
Is a stag
Grring
Diff
Er
Ence
The palms, the peas, the protea too
Showing up the lilies and iris ever blue.
The gourds and the daisies growing so fine.
Nothing outshines fungi which walks a clear cut line.
Tens of thousands of plant species
Growing more readily with help of feces.
From bulbs or seeds, makes no diff,
Cover the ground in a giant jiff.
I SPEAK THEE AS IGNORANT
AND AM PROUD TO SAY WHY.
HE SHUDDED HIS SHOULDERS AND LOOKED
TOWARD THE GROUND,
I SPEAK THEE AS IGNORANT, THAT YOU ALLOW
WORDS TO RILE YOU INTO ANGER
THAT SUCH PUT YOU BENEATH ME AND
SPEAK AS YOU ARE MY EQUAL: YET
WHEN SUCH IS SPOKEN YOU ARE MADE MAD
AS IT IS SCRIPTED FOR PERFORMANCE.
HE LOOKED AT HER AND SAID
THAN I MUST OBEY YOUR WORDS
AS YOU ARE AS EQUAL IGNORANT AS I.
THAT YOU SPEAK THRU THE TONGUE OF MY
BROTHER, AND STAND IN THE WAYS OF
THOSE WHO WISH TO BE RESPECTED.
YOUR WORDS COME THRU ANGER
BUT WHAT YOU WISH IS SOMETHING
UNPROVEN AND WRONG
AND IF I'M TO DO SUCH, YOU WILL
SPEAK ME AGAIN
AS IGNORANT.
THE WAYS TO DO SO HAS BEEN PROVEN
THE DIFF FRO MORE DESCRIBES THESE THIS
AS WAYS OF DIFFERANCE, TASK
THAT HAVE BEEN
CHORED FOR REPAIR,
MIGHT THE WAYS OF DO-DONE FOO
BE THE WAYS OF OUR DOING
THAN I SHALL NOT BE SEEN AS IGNORANT!
TRHAN SHE SPOKE, AND THAN I WILL BE SEEN
AS SOME WHO-DONE- LOVER OF YOUR KIND
I THINK NOT MISTER DUMMYBOY !
FIX THE THING LIKE I ANT
AND TAKE YOUR A$S AWAY FROM ME.
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it isn't over
it isn't over till the fat lady sings
so they say.
but i does it really go on?
does the game stop because someone sings.
next week the same game diff. team.
next season same game same team
when does the fat lady sing.
who knows
A peculiar middle name, all my life I've been burdened with
Twas “Byard”, that's even worse than “Archibald” or “Biff”
What were Ma and Pa thinking
They must have been drinking
My nickname of Jack saved the day and made a big diff!
© Jack Ellison 2015
As i thought i was ur only 1 and it came to be i thought wrong .Thats the reason i wrote this song. Baby girl u ment the world to me im not playing with the words im saying. But as we layed to bed cuttleing kissing eachothers head.I tell u im done! meaning u need to get gone. theres no room for the wrong as i had a vission became true. also came to be proven and got my mind all shooken. but u play me day after day faking the loveing. As i finly came to see and killed the blind sideing. but i come to find u in bed with diff man then me. all i can say is I'm not letting that stay happening.do to that but yet u tell me just lay back don't think of it as a back stab which killed all my feeling towrds u. as i screamed yelled and came to realizeing u never thought i'd really come to be leaveing u but. Cuz baby i figured u thought i was playing But nope i walk soild a stress free. with no worry's of my loved 1 to cheat on me and caz my heart vanes to bleed loosely. and un controbly so u need to back up off me with the touching and loveing . make it stop
Some dogs wait to choose their spot;
They circle and they sniff.
Others simply stop and squat,
Like saying, “What’s the diff?
My master picks up dusk or dawn
No matter where my pile is,
So I can go on path or lawn,
‘Cause that’s just what my style is.”
The fussy ones, though, have their pride
And, using all their senses,
They find the perfect place outside,
Despite the consequences.
I wonder how each pooch decides
Just where he feels like pooping,
But gratitude can’t be denied
To those who do the scooping!
Beneath a perpetual sky
Longing to perceive nature’s sigh,
In lanes of sparkling morning dew
Before ‘Draughton village’ we view.
Thunder lightning hoarfrost and hail
Sunbaked days when coasting the dale,
‘Bolton Abbey’ stone throw from home
Muscles taut, like a garden gnome.
West wind howling hard to face
When 'Crindles Hill’ did slow the pace,
Delightful scene when on the crest
Downward cruise gratifying rest.
This green bike bought from ‘Uncle Cliff’
Dreams fulfilled with chain driven diff,
Simple, yet it was nature’s plan
This childhood journey that began!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
There's a diff between rebellion
and making a point...
Piece of it's maturity
which don't come easy
Takes experience which takes
time.
Oh my goodness,
what humans are willing to bare
to attract...
Beyond, the mock and mocking bareness
lies the convoluted angst of man,
pleasure seeking, in a self gratifying
wallow of excretions.
The need to roll…down the road…in the hay
to move like corpuscles down
the multitudinous arties of man.
Some draped in fuchsia, an orchid’s blush
with legs so long they make an ass of themselves.
Others tricked out in comfy cotton boostieas
breasts jiggling like jello, mounds of molded eye candy
firm, run-ready calves, taunt and on point
strut
ready to rut
on stiletto heels
still primed for and pandering to
the sought after alpha male.
The androgyny of the 21st century male-dom
making marking the target frustratingly
diff I cult
these drooping, wilted, round shouldered
bow-legged, net walkers seem unlikely sperm donors
for the next generation beyond the pale.
And as their lives settle in to settle down
in the whirlwinds of climate change
oil shortages, constant alpha stripping
further neuters the human potential
as the haves, feed the have nots
into the furnaces of endless war
the heard is culled………
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