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Questions
Questions aren't a form of Disrespect.
Was the World better when you were
Young? Or you were just too young to
Notice it's flaws.
People think disrespect is something to
Tussel about, It's not.
It's something to keep an eye on, I have
Thousands of questions in my mind, I
Have too much to say, Wanna hear?
The world stood still, then moved again,
But now with rhythm you held no blueprint,
No plan nor masterkey, yet questions remains
To unlock ourselves, So why remember
Questions missed? Why not bother with it
At all? Because always issues wanted or not.
Questions remains.
Never get caught in his sight
If u are, u're in for a fight
Don't mistake him for a fool
Listen up! I'm about 2 take u 2 school
Run as fast as u can!
Better watch out he's a bad man!
Heed my warnings
If not, u will see no more mornings
Pushing up daisies
He doesn't come off as crazy
Keep an eye on both of his hands
Or u might find out why he's a bad man
He's kept the evil at bay for a long time
But now, vengence is on his mind
A day late and a dollar short
U better come up with a plan of some sort
Silent and deadly
His hands r always steady
U r going to find out firsthand
Why I keep telling u he's a bad bad man
Eyes in the back of ur head
Red dot on ur forehead
Hide under the covers in ur bed
U will never see his style and swag
Think fast or u'll end up in a body bag
On ur own 2 feet u will have to stand
Square up cuz he's a bad man
Silver tongued devil
He functions on a deadly level
Always gets his target by any means
U might catch him rockin jeans
He might be wearing black slacks
Let just cut to the facts jack!
Run as far as u can!
Goddamn, he's a bad man!
Happy Father's Day to you and David
I can't even tell you in words
How I miss you all
I hope everyone in the family is doing great
I guess one great thing about Heaven
I see all of our great family members every day
This Father's Day I just wanted to send
You a card to tell you everything is great here
I have to say in Heaven I get to see
How much Mikey and Abby are growing up so fast
Please don't cry dad,
I love you so much
God always tells me to keep an eye on you guys
When you find a ladybug in the house
You will always know it's me
When you hear those strange noises upstairs
You will know I'm here checking out my old bedroom
So Dad tell everyone, I will be with you guys always
Well I have to go now,we are having lunch with
Roy, Rita, Dolores, Daniel, Uncle Mike, George and Aunt Connie
It's kind of an Olympic restaurant up here
So for now Happy Father's Day
Love you always
BING DANG
A dead man and newspapers
It was an extremely cold winter in 1947 the country was exhausted
and the German army who did construction work, building new roads
repairing the old ones had kept many civilians in employment
But the army had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one sitting still; she secured two newspaper rounds
one in the morning and one in the afternoon
I was her helper, more I think, so she could keep an eye on me
In a courtyard, I saw a man sitting on the steps by the entrance
of a house, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows and lips
I called my mother, and she said the man had frozen to death, left to
find a shop with a phone (not many people had phones back then)
to ring the police.
The law rang the doorbell a woman opened up; the law said:
“Do you know this man?” She looks at the body and screams
She explains, “he came home drunk; I wouldn’t let him in until
he sobered up.” Well, one officer said he was sober now they
carried the frozen man, still in a sitting position, into the van.
As I didn’t hear the conversation, I made it up.
Why didn’t they put the man by the fireside so. he could thaw
and come back to life? No mother said his heart froze;
the soul had left his body; what is the soul do? I have one.
Yes, you have, like when you tell me lies but insist it is true
when you go to bed, a voice tells, you lied, you can ignore
this voice, but if you do, the inner voice will harden and you
will end up like the drunken man and freeze to death
We’re not a religious household, but mother believed Jesus
was the first socialist who took on the Jews and was put to death
What do I know? She also said Santa Claus was an errand boy
for capitalism making us poorer by buying things not needed.
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
Thunder, high winds and rain
In disbelief, I watched it all while sitting in a moving train
The train chugged slowly along its route
I struggled to keep an eye on my sports bag with the stolen loot
Children were screaming when lightning struck
They hid under the tables, the best place for them to duck
On this scary journey, the train came off the tracks
People were thrown about like empty sacks
Compartments broke loose
Within seconds of the train hitting a large stranded moose
All seven carriages toppled over and many passengers were caught inside
Passengers were crying, badly injured and some even died
In the chaos, I searched for my money bag that I had dropped
And then it stopped
4/7/2017
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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Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Where will I be?
I'm lost and I can't find my compass, you see
Also lost time, the sun's setting low
The day is at end, Oh where did it go?
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I fell today
Can't see where I'm landing, cause you're in the way
Will I land softly? How far will I fall?
Will the sun rise at the end of it all?
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Are you chasing today?
It's dark and scary since you slipped away
Time stands still between dark and light
I don't want to land 'til you come in sight
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, you came and you left
Your net did not catch me now all is a mess
I'll pick myself up, my direction unknown
Destiny uncertain, now that you've flown
Tomorrow, Tomorrow. Don't let me down
I'm depending on you, to bend up this frown
I'll find my compass, keep an eye on the time
Just roll a little slower, 'til I get things in line
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, really never comes
I won't waste one minute, watching the sun
Never put my problems on the back shelf
If tomorrow arrives, it will take care of itself.
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
a newspaper and frost
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back then.
The police came, rang the doorbell, and a woman opened
the asked her if she knew this man, she did, it was her husband, he had been drunk, she wouldn't let him in
Well, he is sober, they said and carried him into
a green van that still has military markings on it.
Why didn't they put the man by the fireside
so he could thaw and come back to life?
I asked, my mother.
She said, the man's heart had frozen too and his soul
had left the body
What is a soul, do I have one? I asked
Yes, you have, like when you tell me lies, but insist it is true and when you go to bed, the inner voice tells you
you had lied, if you ignore that voice your heart will
will be hard and you will end up like this dead man
Mother was not a pedagog
We're not a religious household, but Mother said Jesus
was the first outspoken socialist, the priest didn't like him and complained to the Roman consul, who had Jesus put down
The consul's name was Pontious Pilatus they regretted
his decision and when on a skiing holiday in the Swiss Alps threw himself off a cliff
what do I know?
She also said, Santa Claus, was an errand boy for big
business, making us poor, buying what we didn't need.
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
Every day, I keep an eye on them from up above,
Hoping they’ll realize that there’s still good left in the world.
I gave them all free will in the hopes that they’d find love
And not need angels to stand over them, their wings unfurled.
Every day, I keep an eye on them from down below,
Hoping they’ll realize that there’s still evil left in the world.
Instead of love, it’s their anger that I want them to show,
So that I may have their souls and those of their boys and girls.
You really believe love has lost its stronghold?
Only a fool would think the hearts of man are stone cold.
Through poverty, natural disasters, disease, and famine,
My children draw closer in tragedy; look, and examine.
Your kids kill each other, lie, cheat, and steal,
Have no respect for elders and say what they feel.
They discriminate, segregate, and rape their youth.
Some don’t believe you exist; now face the truth.
You were there with me in the very beginning,
Charged with leading all of my angels in Heaven.
Greed became your will and the hatred that it brings.
I expelled you from home to live in your world of sin.
I left because I wanted to be my own boss.
I thought my life would be better off without you.
I realize now that I was wrong and it’s my loss,
But it’s too late for me and there’s nothing you can do.
My love for all I’ve created has never waivered.
The ability to change is still within your soul.
No matter what your bad deeds or evil behavior,
Until the very end, I will still answer your call.