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*AN ODE TO MY LOVING ANGEL*
Shout out to the super woman in you
That strong and resilient spirit human
Not many women are lucky to have been blessed with it
You're simply a lucky one amongst many
Not just lucky but uncommon
Not just uncommon but unique
Kudos to the Lady that could sail safe in the ocean of my turbulent anger
I doff my cap to that Lady that remained calm even in my deafening silence
Honour be that Lady that lost no single strand of hair when fixing my anomaly
You tamed the beast in me and forged a man
She bore shames and concealed her pains during my shameless deeds
She bottled her fury and shrank her many agonies in her tiny veins
She held back the fire in her tongue and tightened her fist
Just to contain the explosion inside of her
She had a thousand words to speak
Yet she looked into my eyes and she could only say a little with her tears
She shivered, yet unshaken.
Many times she cupped the molten fire and cage it within her ribs
I wonder why she hasn't roasted her heart yet.
She's beautiful, even in her blue mood
She keeps her cool even when I make her feel like a fool
Sometimes I wonder if all she did and does are true
But I am sure, you can't find such of her like two
I'll fight for you even if I'm left bruised
My diva my lover
Thus so far we've come
Still I know I owe u in sum
But I can assure you, I'm never gonna leave you in the slum
I'll wash you clean like a water laced with alum
Here we are going to be I'm seeking no asylum
My angel my queen
I may have got numbers but I bet you, you aren't on no queue
You've got my heart, my beats and such the rhythm of my blues
You always guide me with loving rules
And always assures me of better tomorrow soon
This is all but for you
Your calmness, meekness, humility, gentleness, tenderness and respectfulness
This day is for you because you made it come
More days that we will live won't be without us
My money, time and sweat shall be for you
You're a goddess above a million other gods
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
Another year of tears
Sneers & jeers appears
Peers careers in arrears
Piers of fears & nadirs
Swelter in this smelter
On the Hell-ter skelter
Where seems every filter
Is somehow out of kilter
Whole rabbit hole rigmarole
Or out of hat habit.. tres drole
Mistletoe snogs & egg nogs
Carved birds & roasted hogs
Kind words & yuletide logs
Boomer tumour consumer cogs
Blogs on look at me shiny clogs
Swag brag-bags tiny whiny dogs
Lucre in lycra now everyone jogs
Not enough time they do sigh
Why they falter at altar of AI?
Still worship daddy in the sky
Baddie pill top of the bill guy
Broke folks shoot up in bogs
Serfs from birth society flogs
Wage slaves rage system slogs
Starved knaves go to the dogs
Aghast & agog schadenfreud void
Heinous intravenous drip deployed
Broligarchy malarkey whip can’t avoid
Staggering corporate pollution collusion
Constitution & any institution an illusion
Swaggering hate template of delusion
So in the confusion what is the only solution
Don’t cower but scour at the dour tech tower
People power ire got steeple spire profusion
Cometh the hour our glower must flower & shower
Devour dire liar denier empire everything does sour
High flyer pariahs on fire.. us entire our super power
So get off meds scoff not hats doff off with their heads
Don't wallow rally go doolally just like in a Bastille alley
So follow the Frogs boff each toff in their trendy togs
New op crop the top who cop our strop "Vive La Revolution"
The Trails of Sanity
Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me
As my eyes wander upwards
As the Rigel star taps into my soul
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease
Free
Dope boundary rope tropes…fans hopes..Ollie copes..thick skin…will find the strength within…ignores the din…as Pope unleashes that boyish grin..
Can hear Freddie and David…ddddd..Under Pressure…well..hard to measure the pleasure of the Pope’s treasure…papacy legacy pride..stops the slide..trumps the prodigy..got a ton to shun outgun..dumps the Bethell puns..rested and bested..still in at stumps.. after Stokes plumps for tried and tested..
Nasty ploys from the seedier media boys…that gambit or slight..of weedier..needier skittish rabbit in the floodlight habit..but such poise..delights despite the noise.. fights the red hot slingshot Jasprit highlights...that iconic.. chronic.. metronomic…never laconic..halcyon harbinger..joy bringer..humdinger swinger gunslinger....
Who’s got a clue what to do…where it will land…understand what the Bumrah brand’s got planned…should be banned…can’t watch it from the hand..love watching it from the stand..tames games…fanned flames…big names castles manned..but the sparkle of another debacle shames and blames…panned and canned..
Doff your hat…scoff..from the off…Test cricket doesn’t get harder than that…time we beckoned..back when Goochie opined…Essex accent whined..reckoned like facing the World’s test best one end.. and tother Ilford second eleven..
It was a story of small standing tall demanding another dance at the Bumrah ball as the diddy men zen of Ollie and Ben gave us a chance and dodged.. not bodged by the Jasprit lance
Even the boom boom cherry riff couldn’t biff the Pontiff of who we are so fond…no what if..made merry with his tintin strawberry blonde quiff in this tiff did respond..
Golly gosh the another level devil..tabloid tosh of him getting Bethell bish bash boshed…losing the race.. will never forget Ollie’s jolly face…gleaming…day dreaming yet screaming to those scheming and memeing…fury at the jury…beaming…the adored Pope ruled..his grace.. Dueled with the ultimate pace ace…an up yours…century scores…our faith restores ..Ollie.. rightly put out…brightly glowed..showed us what he’s all about..loud..proud shout to the crowd who know nowt…want him out…made it clear..peers cheers he holds dear..my best at your behest ..so sincere.. I deserve my Test place and rest my case..! Hear Hear..
They called me a Communist
When only just a teen
Nothing much has changed in
Those Sixty years in between.
My village once had fourteen farms
Now it’s just got one or two
Those employed in the village
Are now very far and few.
It’s commuter land these days
Almost deserted on weekdays
An almost soulless place
With modern village ways.
There was Social Housing then
Now it’s mainly owner occupied
Very few common folk there
Now it’s well and truly gentrified.
The old Falcon Inn once well used
As village meet and social club
Has been renovated and become
A stylish seldom open Gastro Pub.
My dad’s old cottage still stands
Only because it’s been listed
Next door has been knocked through
As though it had never existed.
Two hundred years the family home
Now any trace of us long gone
It’s what these days they call progress
As life ambles and stumbles on.
A place of many required lessons
Which I never did manage to learn.
Only old family graves there now
So I seldom bother to return.
They called me a Communist
Because I wouldn’t doff my cap
To the Johnny-cum-lately Squire
Touring the village by pony and trap.
What‘s better than a biscuit?
Hard to debunk
Treasure trunk funk
Should you let
It get wetter
Would you dare risk it?
The trick a quick dunk
Or could flunk..flick..kerplunk..
Mushy chunk sunk..messy junk
Slushy slunk..in the tea you drunk
So at your leisure
Pleasure one’s self
Don’t regret your stealth
Forget your health
Wealth beset on the shelf
So feeling restive?
Yearn for a digestive?
Appealing…suggestive
No shock..dark choc
What else will cut the mustard
With a brew…for a few bob
Recurring theme..does seem
Will always dream
About a custard cream
Almost sob…as I Lob
A hob-nob in me gob
Ta pour more cha
In fine fettle
Be a slob
Turn on the kettle
Bickies in the jar
On the sofa settle
Sins within tins
Spurn concern
Ignore the racket
As
Hats do doff
Knew from the off
On a roll
The sole goal
Quaff another cuppa
Down your cake hole
Scoff the whole packet!
My grandma was a steeple jack,
Of heights she had no fear.
The crowds would gather round to watch.
They came from far and near,
To see her swing and pirouette,
Doff her hat and wave.
And gasped and cheered each time she feigned
A slip and then a save.
Roof-toppers winced and bit their lips,
Tight rope walkers screamed.
Treetop loggers looked away
At the daring they were seeing.
Women gasped and children shrieked,
Fearful she would fall,
But at full ascent a massive roar
As she stood upon the ball!
She blew a kiss to the those below
As she turned around with ease,
Then there atop removed her scarf
And cast it to the breeze
But the crowd went wild as before their eyes
They viewed her final feat…
Into a handstand Grandma rose,
Then she waved and kicked her feet!
Whether flag pole, steeple, TV tower…
My grandma climbed them all.
For the freedom felt there in the clouds,
She was at their beck and call.
That grand old gal inspired me
Her legacy I've retraced.
Now I too dance upon a pole
At a club called Mary’s Place.
LA-DI-DA
There’s an honesty in struggle
Despite pressure to overcome
There are others with privilege
That’s sending a clear message
Still felt very strongly by some
With responsibilities to juggle
Fancy Is perhaps a wrong word
Never for style and celebration
But if it’s used for showing off
Even owning a top hat to doff
Ignoring the echoes of a nation
Only the superficiality is heard
Yet from despair, pride can rise
As one can keep that steely gaze
All stories deserving to be retold
So live the new, not just the old
With the rest of us all to amaze
As humanity is seen in our eyes
MY WOMAN
Shout out to the woman in you
That strong and resilient spirit
Not many women are lucky to have been blessed with it
You're simply a lucky one
Not just lucky but uncommon
Not just uncommon but unique
Kudos to the Lady that could sail safe in the ocean of my turbulent anger
I doff my cap to that Lady that remained calm even in my deafening silence
Honour be that Lady that lost no single strand of hair when fixing my anomaly
She bore shames and concealed her pains during my shameless deeds
She bottled her fury and shrank her many agonies in her tiny veins
She held back the fire in her tongue and tightened her fist
Just to contain the explosion inside of her
She had a thousand words to speak
Yet she looked into my eyes and she could only say a little with her tears
She shivered, yet unshaken.
Many times she cupped the molten fire and cage it within her ribs
I wonder why she hasn't roasted her heart yet.
She's beautiful, even in her blue mood
She keeps her cool even when I make her feel like a fool
Sometimes I wonder if all she did and does are true
But I am sure, you can't find such of her like two
My diva my lover
Thus so far we've come
Still I know I owe u in sum
But I can assure you, I'm never gonna leave you in the slum
My angel my queen
I may have got numbers but I bet you, you aren't on no queue
You've got my heart, my beats and such the rhythm of my blues
This is all but for you
Your calmness, meekness, humility, gentleness, tenderness and respectfulness
This day is for you because you made it come
Happy us again
Happy us today
Happy us forever.
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
For so long
It’s just been you and I
Darting around the house,
Every weekend and holiday
Each summer, easter, autumn.
Circling the place that was our home.
Be it tag, hide and seek or simon says,
We’d always end up round
This little tree, on the ground
Basking in the sunlit garden.
Our grapefruit tree, branded with
12 sets of our initials
Set side by side,
Each neater and more intricate
Than the next,
Cuddled up against each other.
It grew as we did,
Its fruit ripening slowly throughout
The summer months,
From a harsh yellow
To a soft tangerine.
But unlike the tree as we aged,
Our blossoms began to wilt.
The end came that summers day
At your coming-of-age party.
When those words left your mouth
I felt all the air betray my lungs,
All the blood my heart
And all the light my eyes.
You left me broken and helpless,
Sobbing in front of our tree
In between shouts of
“Happy birthday!”.
Now every valentine’s day,
I buy a grapefruit from the shop,
Doff its orange coat
And remove its fiery insides.
Place it neatly on a ceramic plate,
Slowly eat it
Pearly cell by pearly cell,
Each bite leaving a tremor in its wake.
It tastes sweet like our childhood innocence
And bitter like your so-called “child’s play”.