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Towers and showers
You fall then you rise
Making love to the clouds
It's mundane you despise
Let's cut to the chase
Keep our words short today
I'm proud of this city
Perhaps 'nice one' you'd say
I think you are awesome
In the day or the night
As the faces peer up
Or peek out to the sight
Of industrious city
Laced with tramways and cars
With it's heroes and humour
Or it's battle strewn scars
On the surface you're hard
Always up for a fight
Dig deeper.. discover
A heartbeat, you might
Whether homeless or minted
Perhaps just passing through
Our Mancunian spirit
Is now running through you.
oh baby
sweetest honey
inside beautiful princess
you blow
this heart
exploding feelings
emotions piece together
you got me
in the soul
nice one
sweet baby
talking buttercups
warm melting butter
blowing a sugar
coated kiss
floating on wings
butterfly flutters
warming within
touching the heart
embracing you
my endearing love
holding sweetly
the soul
lights up
a fireworks display
sparking souls
touching soul explode
sparking hot energy
igniting skies
a blasting
erupting display
of love's beauty
one chariot
on fire
she's hot
melting together
sparking flames
lights up
the skies
for you
baby love
Hi how you doing
I’m doing fine, how about you
I’m okay, well I’m not really
Go on tell me about it, that’s what us ex’s are for.
It’s Joe.
Joe, that’ll be my replacement.
He doesn’t seem to want to do it.
When you say do it, do we mean sex.
Yes, strange isn’t it.
I don’t know, I don’t know Joe.
He’s a man, what is there to know.
Why is he not chasing you around the house.
I don’t know, what happened to us.
You dumped me.
I know, but why.
Let me see now, oh yeah, you said you wanted a ring, marriage, children, house, and a pony. I said I didn’t like ponies, you said that’s the last straw. I said, exactly, do you know how much straw costs. You said, shut up about the straw. I said, where would we put a pony. You said, shut the feck up about the pony, shut the feck up about the straw. Do you want to marry me or not? I sort of got lost for words, and by the time I got round to saying I would love to marry you, you were away with Joe.
You’re so full of crap, you ran a mile, actually, you and that pony have a lot in common, you’re both mule-headed.
You’re still with Joe, did he give you a pony.
No, he gave me something else.
Frustration
It’s not all about sex you know, he’s saving himself.
That’ll be the biggest coming this year then.
I don’t know why I phoned you, you do my head in.
You need to borrow me till Joe’s ready.
No, I don’t, celibacy is the in thing now.
Well, in that case, I just want to congratulate on your resolve.
Are you seeing anyone.
No, I’m going through a monking phase at the moment, new habit.
So we could meet as friends then.
I don’t see why not, a friend in need is a friend in need.
I think that’s a friend indeed.
Indeed it is friend.
Should I bring a bottle round.
That would be a friendly thing to do.
You won’t mention Ponies will you.
I won’t mention Ponies.
Okay, I’ll bring Joe with me.
What.
I need to send him back, the post office is on the way.
Ha ha, nice one.
The writing games
If you want to know about me, there will be no diary
you will find my struggle in my writing, you see I`m two persons in one body
the good one who could not harm and the angry one
who knew the nice one was a fake?
I was good, got promotion in a job that was to find out how to fire people
with minimum fuzz and not replacing them, which was the name of the game.
But the angry voice said you are making the rich wealthier and the poor
Destitute, have you no shame, you have become a disgrace.
It was at a Christmas party at the office. I let it rip, the silence they threw me out
my name was removed from the office door.
It is hard to get a job when your reputation is in ruin, but I got work
on ships so old they almost sunk at the first swell out of Honolulu.
This inner turbulence brought illness, and I retired with a state pension.
Bought a house far inland of Algarve and got a dog.
I began writing and used the English language as a medium
to tell you my story
When, and if you read my work, you will realize I have a foreign voice
and that is a criticism I take as a compliment.
ll Corinthians 5:
21. For He hath made Him to be sin for us, Who knew no sin; that we might be
made the righteousness of God in Him.
1 John 1: 8 If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not
in us. 9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and
to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
I let a thought enter my mind today
It was not a nice one, I must say
I took a gem clip and a pen
Why didn't I leave them in.
I put a bag of potatoes on the bottom
Part of the grocery cart
Honestly, I forgot, brain didn't start
Or was it that or deep in my heart?
Little things pile up high
We forget to ask forgiveness
I must say
All those things build a dam
Keeping us and our Savior apart
Forgive me Father for what I've done
Let this day be for me a new life under the sun
A poem may be coming or not. finis'
I have not necessarily done all these things, but then again, I may have done at least one or some of them or maybe over my whole life all of them. Prayer in the right frame of mind will put us in a right relationship again. SK
Our Little Group
by Bob (Robert) Moore © 2016
I love to read the poetry,
the verse, the rhyme, the symmetry
it’s there for all the world to see,
I love to read the poetry
We started up a group you know,
so we could let these words just flow
back and forwards, to and fro,
we started up a group you know
We encourage each other to try and write,
words that rhyme, and some that might
which come to us by day or night,
we encourage each other to try and write
There’s John and Pam and Williams keen,
Dennis, Mary, Louisa, Irene
Sheila, Keven and Rik have been,
to tell verse of things they’ve done and seen
With Gareth, John Holmes, William posts for him,
Pauline, Angie, and Bob are in
the group we started as a bit of fun,
but we all enjoy what we have done
Many other cheer us on,
“nice one Bill”, “I enjoyed that John”
“I remember”, and “we used to do that,
we see it in rhyme, and it brings it all back
If I’ve forgotten anyone who’s posted,
I really hope, I don’t get roasted
and to all those who, have cheered us on,
we’re glad you enjoyed our bit of fun.
Oracle
(Noun : a priest or priestess
acting as a medium
through whom advice or prophecy
was sought from the gods in classical antiquity.)
He speaks in Virtue
She is a sign language interpreter
He delivers in messages
Sad news. Sad news. Sad News.
It is all about an old scarf; old, but a nice one,
An almost invalid try to cherish a long-forgotten memory,
As life talks in many ways, through ups and downs, glum and glee,
Also, in a subtle tone, through the tremendous lens of wiser perception,
Only to find…
That fine line…
Between memory and fascination….
As time goes on…
I realized slowly…
In all the last efforts to see her glowing in my mirror,
In all the extra time of stirring to make the dish as perfect as her,
I was a mere shadow of a proxy, figuring a rather twenty-four-hour job
Never quite touched the finish line, never got spirited enough to cope up.
A sigh of relief, a deep memory of belongingness, could, still, hold the essence
An old scarf, an embroidered one, only enough to hold on to the long, long lost one.
It is all about an old scarf; old, but a nice one,
An almost invalid try to cherish a long-forgotten memory,
As life talks in many ways, through ups and downs, glum and glee,
Also, in a subtle tone, through the tremendous lens of wiser perception,
Only to find…
That fine line…
Between memory and fascination….
As time goes on…
I realized slowly…
In all the last efforts to see her glowing in my mirror,
In all the extra time of stirring to make the dish as perfect as her,
I was a mere shadow of a proxy, figuring a rather twenty-four-hour job
Never quite touched the finish line, never got spirited enough to cope up.
A sigh of relief, a deep memory of belongingness, could, still, hold the essence
An old scarf, an embroidered one, only enough to hold on to the long, long lost one.
Living my dream on my own
going to wherever I possibly can
visiting many parts of the world
seeing lands where before I was ban
In an instant to go anywhere
click my fingers I was there
never needed to face winter again
follow the sun to where it did fare
Go into whole nature worldwide
see it's beauties at any place
watch the great creatures at work
what a picture such pure solace
See friends living wherever worldwide
drop in and catch them by surprise
give no warning that you're coming
coming over the hill around sunrise
So this really is only a dream
but a nice one just the same
you never know what'll come true
one day maybe it'll be no game
(In college, a professor asked the class a simple yet profound question that impacted them. And it made me realize that I struggled with the answer because I had forgotten how to dream, making me realize how much of ourselves we lose when our dreams are lost. So here's the question.
What if...you woke up today with nothing but a backpack, a plane ticket and a note??, go anywhere, anytime with all the money you need.)
Johnny Thunders… Room 37.
John Anthony Genzale JR, a man that did the drugs and booze,
Not only born to live but ultimately born to lose.
Born in fifty two he loved the game of baseball,
But would never cut his hair that was his little league downfall….
That and his bad dad, but Johnny Volume would soon rule..
Along with the Jaywalkers at Quintano High School.
Then in sixty eight he would go to Fillmore East,
At a bar called "Nobody"'"s"on Bleeker Street
He would learn to drink his Bourbon ice so neat.
Then he was a sales clerk at the Da Nazz Leather Shop,
He would meet some future Dolls, then they were the "Actress"'"s."
But it was just a whistle stop..
Renamed Johnny Thunders after a comic book of the same name,
The New York Dolls were formed
His life would never be the same…
Two critically acclaimed Albums
"The New York Dolls" "Too much too soon"
But both commercially void,
Not enough to buy a Coke spoon..
In seventy five the Dolls broke up
Those trash glams all with attitude ,
Even bands today look back
With nothing but hard rock gratitude.
Johnny then formed The Heartbreakers ,released one brilliant LP
Los Angeles Mother F@kers
Know as L.A.M.F.
What an album I do decree…
Though I still love "So Alone"
A solo of such class..
He drifted here and there,
Then it was alas…
He lasted till nineteen ninety one,
His heroin a complete addiction..
But his death it was a mystery
There should have been a murder conviction!
Many rumours surround his death, I do suspect foul play.
St Peters House Hotel, New Orleans, such a great cliché.
Gangster dealers gave him LSD
Ripped off his Methadone supply..
Pretty sure they killed him,
Such a sad goodbye.
His room number was thirty seven,
It was ransacked of all his possessions,
What is known for certain,
Is there has never been no confessions..
"You can"t put your arms around a memory,
Don"t try don"t try..
You"'re just a bastard kid
And you got no name
Cause you"re living with me
We"re one and the same."
Nice one Johnny..
Sadly missed.
Form:
Oi Oi ..saveloy…caps do doff..bless Joffy boy…with injury woes and blows…
From the off some did scoff…Joff can no longer bowl for toffee…clearly not really…
Not being coy but some of those press hoi polloi said Ben had chose..
A risky ploy against our Indian foes…but seeing him let rip
For the fans unbridled joy..a trip to our favourite offy..
It must have been hard..his comeback marred..alright scarred
By what the keyboard warriors deposited…despite his trouncer
Bouncer calling card…was abused.. and accused of being coddled..
Even swaddled and cossetted..
While everyone in the stand thought it was grand…
Our corn row mane not dread lock..spearhead…
Gold chain warlock.. with the ball they all dread
After four sore years to once more..
Adore pure pace grace so raw..
Watch the speed gun soar…
A hardcore encore we saw for sure..
You can’t really match it…the Jofra creed…
Watching batters in tatters..can't relax..sow the seed..
The champ axe in our camp does ramp it up to the max…
Trying to face our flying ace hatchet who when he does need
Can just ratchet up his speed..
No faking…Joff did always say he would do his best..
In his quest to play another test…the ultimate contest..
Can’t be forsaken by those mistaken that he would just be taking..
The cash for some crap brash slap and dash bash..
Fleeting greetings from the future..where we will all being well ..
Will be meeting our speedster suitor…us.. amorous
About our glamorous Jofradamus..his blizzards will neuter..
Have willow wizards by the gizzards..our tearaway tutor..
So a quick nod to the bowling God…giving him another
Chance to prance and dance..sod each odd bod..
Getting sniffy or spiffy.. Joff somehow iffy..
Cos it was bloody lubbly jubbly..
To see you back having a crack on the track …
Like the scene of that 2019 tiff between him and piggy Smith…
Us again getting squiffy in a jiffy..with this new riff..
By our corker stalker.. wicket hawker…..the bliss
We did miss due to his injury abyss..
A new era ..finally coming…Joff still strumming …humming..
Nice one my son…so come on let’s open the bubbly…