Long Hey Poems
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Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Soon I'll be dead
Soon I'll be six feet under
My children will cry
At the volume of thunder
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
I hope you don't mind
No one lends you it back
I'm not borrowing your time
I stole it
Or you spent it
You can't relive a scene
You're living
Or you're dying
But there's no in between
And that's why I'm sad
As I rot on this bed
I spend my life dying
Stead of living
And now I'm dead
I spent my life working
To pay off my bills
Didn't see the world with my children
And now I never will
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
This isn't to depress
Just a warning that your life
May be even less
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
I'm scared like a baby
At age thirty-seven
Did my tree blossom
Or wilt itself away
Am I in hell
Or am I in heaven?
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Call me the priest
I hope he can pray
For me as I decease
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Death is calling me
The streets feel desolate
Glass houses are empty
And lonely
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Death's walking the street
Every second a lamp shatters
Crystals broken and tattered
Did I even matter?
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
On my very last breath
Death shall be no more
I shall conquer death.
HEY STROKE TIME TO FIGHT
I didn’t give up
Yes, you made me tired of trying
But now I’m rested
Now I’m ready to improve more
Ready to keep going to 100%
Hey Stroke, time to fight
Love the challenge
You are a competitor
OK I’ll play
You’re on defense
Me versus you
Hey Stroke, time to fight
My first play is not in your book
I love people
I love life, even with the Stroke
You can’t beat what you don’t understand
Hey Stroke, time to fight
I read everything about you
Progress being made to fight you
My gains are slow
But they still come
Hey Stroke, time to fight
Discouragement, not going to happen
I will not be discouraged
I will win, you will lose
Stroke friends always encourage me
And I encourage them to fight you
You got some of them worse
But they fight their fight
Hey Stroke, time to fight
For those who believe
My biggest weapon everyone doesn’t have
You choose not to
I prefer to
Prayer to God for strength,
Understanding, determination
Last the discipline to fight
Against you and other life obstacles
The game is big
Thank you, God, for holding my hand
Hey Stroke, time to fight
Amen
This man sang about the 'Land of thunder'
Although not a native.' Born in the land
Down under..Did he cut his knuckles in
Playgound fights.? Did he experience our 'very
Hot teenage' nocturnal delights.? can he
Really emphasize.? Outside of plastic cd's
Or distant downloads..If ya bloody please'
I say rack right off, you've f' aod enough' So at least from
Me.' its real hard cheddar, and more colourfull
Stuff
Just stay 'down-breeze'
For our nation is strong..And made you
play, a bonzer song, but ya know what colin.? You've had way
Too much now to say..And If you've heard of
Normie which you must have done.. Well
His song; tells me, your day is truly long gone.'
Hey you
Can you possibly tell me
How not be so blue
I'm here wondering how you're doing
And realizing all the time
that we are ruining
And wasting away
Moments that we could be spending together
Day after day
But instead my body's cold
Yet my heart is on fire
All I know for sure is you are my one desire
For now my soul is torn in two
Hey you
Hey you
Can you possibly give me some small clue
Of what I can do
To slow down the memories in my head
I thought it was in the past and the relationship between us was forever dead
Yet I'm haunted by them
They are forever re-living in my head
They are precious to me
But always there-enough said
I'm broken in two
Hey you
Hey you
Can you possibly let me know how to deal with these feelings I carry so deeply
for you
I know what I feel
I know it's real
And forever has always been
Since way back when
All this I can no longer tame
Somehow I feel that you feel the same
Our past well it's just that and no one is to blame
Let us start anew
Me and you
Our love for each other is true
It's me reaching for you and only you
Do you feel it to
Hey you
Hey you
I've told you I'm in love with you
Now what the hell to I do
Hey, i say with joy
Oh to have an answer back
One with so much sense
Hey, i say boy
I then stand in the corner
As i watch
All of them go out of the world
I watched like a foreigner
And waited until they all whirled and swirled
Atlantic blues washing over, dancing to sound
Flying in the sky oh, the good feeling
Of all them being clowned
A stick of delusion
A feeling of disgust
But oh, such a taste of
of sweet trust
Hey, i say again
This time less energy
and more angst
This has to stop i say
All ignoring me like dancing in the rain
Why so comfortable
Why did i have to know
Or see i could have left
I could have forgot
But no i lead to theft
As i took the stick of joy
Went outside threw it across the floor
They run after it like running from
the waves of Atlantic blues
But for them it's the same
They're fantasy cruise
Is my reality frame
I stay away now
But boy, if i could go back
To unsee what i saw
I would take a vow
A pact, whatever it take
to get them back
I'm choking and shriveled
with this monster in my mind
Were we really free,
Alexander Graham Bell ?
Technical development
Always on duty
How could I forget
It's just the fact of life
The inner voice whispers
... take a look at your mobile
to check if something has happened
... the last 5 minutes
Are we really free?
How much free time is there in the future
that gets blown away in the past ?
13/08/2019
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18.08.2019 - Poem Of The Week
“Don't call me infantile, you poopyhead”
Surely one of my favourite bumper stickers
Providing chuckles as we motor along
Viewing all these funny rib ticklers
“To err is human, to moo is bovine”
A deep and moving appraisal of life
Such tender emotions of celestial origins
Helps you and me forget our strife
Imagine how dull and drab life would be
Without these bits of humourosity
“People with constipation don't give a crap”
Apologies for the naughty verbosity
Just one more then I'll leave you to ponder
These charming delightful little gems
“Conserve your toilet paper, use both sides”
That's the absolute stinky bottom end
© Jack Ellison 2012
Hey, Mr. Politician, look,
Just look, what you’ve done
Stuck me back in combats
And carrying a gun,
Bayonet, spare mag,
Primed stun grenade
Sent to sort out the mess
You bastards have made.
I ain’t a fly boy
Whistling overhead
Not ever seeing
Their wounded and dead,
I’m just a foot slogger,
Feet firmly on the ground,
Seeing face to face
The chaos all around.
Mr Politician I’d like to see
You marching by my side,
Flush you out from all
Those places that you hide,
Uttering pronouncements,
Barely pausing for breath,
As you condemn a few more
Thousands to their death.
You murder by poxy
In the name of The State:
Rather than compassion you
Preach intolerance and hate.
When will you learn
War’s not a computer game
No reset button to
Return things to the same.
Those aren’t just fake bodies
Scattered all around
Those are the real dead
On your chosen killing ground.
And when our mission is over,
When it’s come to a conclusion.
Will me and my mates
Possibly face a prosecution.
Attiudes can change
With the passing of time
Accusations easily made
Of Historic War Crime
Hey Mr Politician,
I hope you don’t die well,
And, if such a state exists,
Spend eternity in Hell.
Although I've taken a break I've still been reading regularly and couldn't not publish this after reading Wen Horden's fine poem about the 1914 Christmas Truce. I performed it to mixed reactions at a Remembrance Sunday gathering. Veterans approved, not all others did.
Hey Mr Snail, Mr Snail, Mr. Snail
I want to check my mail, Mr. Snail, Mr. Snail.
Snail rolled his eyes; he was tired of this bug.
Give me a ride, she said, and I will give you a little hug.
I am tired of this harassment, he told her, so the answer is no.
I have never asked for a ride before she said, tickling his toe.
Then who does? He asked her, thinking it was her all along.
She began to sing about her sister, an unflatteringly long song.
So Mr. Snail gave in, for the hundredth time that week.
And the sly lady bug gave her sister a wink and a peek.
They were always checking the mail, they checked it every day.
Just to see if Mr. Snail was still as easy as he was yesterday.
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[Verse 1]
Hey dudes,
You ever feel small
Like the world’s too loud,
And none of it’s you at all?
Your dad said, stand tall,
But your heart just wants
To crawl out of that suit
And mean something.
Hey dudes,
I see you try
Swaggerin’ hard,
But blinkin’ shy.
Is there a man in there
Who knows how to cry?
Not just when your team loses,
But when you're dying
To be seen.
[Pre-Chorus]
I closed my door
Because the air outside
Said I should fold,
Smile small,
And let it slide.
But I was born loud.
Born stubborn.
Born with sparks between my teeth.
[Chorus]
Still, I believe in hands that don’t clench,
Eyes that don’t scan for prettier skin.
I believe in the man who waits—
Not for permission,
But for real connection.
Hey dudes…
Can you hear me yet?
[Verse 2]
Hey dudes,
You look so tired
Like your joy’s
On backorder.
You chase bodies.
Not voices.
You fear the ones
Who challenge your choices.
Hey dudes,
I’m not here to fix you,
Or burn for you,
Or shrink when you shine.
But if you’d stop the noise
I’m right here,
Soft thunder in a quiet storm.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’ve been called too much,
Too smart,
Too loud,
Too hard to love
By boys who never bothered
To dig beneath the loud.
Guess you missed the gold.
[Chorus 2]
Still, I believe in fires that last,
Not sparks that vanish after the laugh.
I believe in something slow and deep
Not just hands on skin,
But truths that keep.
Hey dudes…
Do any of you see that?
[Bridge]
Not your mirror,
Not your muse
I’ve got my own canvas,
My own bruises.
But dude, if you’d just sit with me
Not fix,
Not frame me
You’d find a treasure
Buried in the noise.
[Final Chorus]
I still believe in dusk-lit rooms,
In silence breaking into tunes.
In one voice—yours—saying I get it,
Not to win me,
But to really get it.
Hey dude…
Are you the one?
[Outro]
They called me Hope.
Not the soft kind.
The kind that stays.
Even when the fire goes out.
Even when no one comes.
Still waiting
For the one
Who sees the storm
And steps in anyway…
You’ll find me here!
Note: This song gives an inspirational wink to Pink Floyd’s “Hey You”