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There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate
Coming home after a hard day’s work
Not even time to change my dirty ole shirt
Sat down for dinner kids running around
Watching my program fell asleep somehow
Time for a bath and a quick one at that
Feeling so tired will you wash my back
I can’t do that getting kids off to bed
You know I’ve got a busy day planed ahead
There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate
Damn it tomorrow I must fix that car
Been playing up won’t get us very far
Due to go on holiday at end of this week
Not even packed not even ready
There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate
Must try to learn to take it in my stride
Been rushing around and I feel so tired
Can’t even get to my work place on time
The traffic so heavy makes me so wild
There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate
© Copyright KC.Leake
4th June 2015
All Rights Reserved
Some very good friends sat around in their basement
I think we've all been here before
The room of course was smokey and wasted
The four buddies were bored right out of their gourds
They all thought they should do something special
So they decided to build a rocket ship
Throwing a bunch of old plywood together
They then sat around, smoked some more, and planed their spacey trip
Jody spoke up first and said let's go to the moon
But they'd heard that had already been done
That's when he came up with the brightest idea
I know what! We'll go to the sun!
Go to the sun?! We may be high but we're not crazy!!
They replied, this ships made out of wood
That's when Jody explained his brilliant idea
Nodding like Bobble Head dolls they all understood
As Jody dug deeper into his intricate plan
All the guys seemed to like it a lot
They would go when it's dark in the middle of night
When the suns put out and it isn't so hot
Since Jody's the genius, they put him in charge
He seems to have a grasp on what's left of his brain
There were four of them but only room for two
They drew straws 'cause they were having difficulty remembering their names
The straws turned out to be the same length
Cutting them, somebody forgot
So they picked Jody as their Captain Kirk
And Jason as his sidekick Spock
Out in left field, the excitement was contagious
Jody yelled, 'To infinity and Beyond'
They knew that quote came from some famous movie
But had a memory lapse so they gave him more Bobble Head nods
At that point they realized they had no engine
Being impaired, not a one of them cared
They all went back down into the basement
And took another kind of trip without going anywhere
I remember your hands
and their journeys,
firm and sure
they planed my hips,
and smoothed thighs
to abandonment
you touched my eyes
asleep,
as if you could see
the visions of want
in my dream,
rimming my lips of the taste
lingering from my last meal,
(sometimes you)
your hands haunt me
like ghosts of themselves
where once, you would need
to feel the pressure of us
now,
you pick me up like fine china
and press my hands to your lips
as if sipping tea
treat me as iron and marble
pound and polish me
until I beg for no more
Your children can't find work
they wander the streets
form up as groups
those groups become gangs
people introduce drugs
if you get a child hooked on drugs
you have a customer
for the rest of their live's
teenagers the years
where we make mistakes
the years where we get addicted
smoking drinking drugs
teenagers make the decisions
that we as adults live with
for the rest of our lives
yet give a child a job
and the road is vastly different
give a child a job
they get married start a family
save for their home
Children fight, to prove themselves
a child lost, in a fountain, of confusion
ready to prove themselves a man
yet we ignore their needs
to many lives are lost
trying to find the inner man
trying to cope
with the broken hearts of love
in the wild the male stag
fights to prove he's come of age
fights to prove his right to mate
we think ourselves above
yet nature still holds sway
the birth of life the summer stage
we but actors in life plays
the male stag has come of age
I remember my youth
when we as a group of four
planed to defend ourselves at a dance
parking the car blocks away
who would stand and who would leave
each to head in different directions
only to find the dance had been shut down
to much violence in the town
In my teenage years
I started smoking
enjoyed a drink
suffered pain lost love complete
Teenagers the time
where mum and dad
are no longer the gods of advice
as we develop the adult mind
start to believe that we know better
remember the arguments
all my friends will be there
yet how much more we have learned
How do we protect our youth
if we leave them roaming the streets
we talk about abuse
yet not having work
not having a career
is the greatest mistake
help get the youth off our streets
build jobs for all our people
It was late into the night
When Bert Ernie and I
Were traveling across the plans of Nebraska
Much to my surprise
Bert looks me straight in the eyes
And says Mike, I gotta question to ask ya
With Big Bird wrapped up in the trunk
You'd think that he'd already thunk
About this night long before it already happened
When we took Oscar the Grouches can lid
And whacked Big Bird smack dab in the head
Then tied him up tight while he was napping
We rolled him out to curb
Believe me it looked quite absurd
Ernie grunting with Bert complaining as feathers went flying
But as would be our fate
Able to make our planed escape
When Count Von Count took time out to do some feather counting
So this is now where we are
Bert, Ernie, Me, and Big Bird in the trunk of our car
Not really knowing where it is we are heading
Our thinking went only as far
As nabbing Big Bird and the get away car
Putting Ernie in charge wasn't such a good idea is what I am betting
Ernie says he's figured it all out
Bert says we need this, but still has his doubts
Cause Bert owes back pay alimony and Ernie his bookie
We head to Ernie's planed drop off spot
And of course it's swarming with cops
While our inside man " The Monster " gave us up for Cookies
They let Big Bird out of the trunk
Who proceeded to slap us punch drunk
Then straight to the judge to pay for this hideous crime
I can't think of any worse fate
I now know this was a fatal mistake
The sentence...
Banished to Sesame Street for life, now that is hard time
Punch raised his bare fists high into the midnight sky
reached for the stars and was struck down by a comet
Knuckle busted on impact he licked his harsh wounds
Always one to wear his heart on his tongue he salivated
as the mix of metallic blood and spittle brazened the beat
He had always thought of himself as a courageous fighter
carefully planed his training regime and muscled his way
in between fascination and reason to applause of the crowds
who beguiled by his belligerence placed bets on how long
he would stay on his feet before biting the dust in the ring
To every one’s surprise he removed the padded head gear
‘A fool’s cap’ he shouted ‘there’s no need to soften the blows’
‘It’s all in the mind’ and on that matter his swollen brain jelled
with jester’s resolve and stamina of a mad man let off the leash
The countdown still ticked when he woke up deluded but calm
His heart pounded stronger than ever before and life support
tubes danced with electric convulsions and adrenaline rush
Through the one eye not bashed in he taunted the doctors
to switch off the machines now for his next fight was near
‘My heart may be foolish but life without passion is dead’
11th February 2021
There will surely come a day
When all of this shall fade away
Fade from mind and fade from view
When all that's left will be in you
No more worries, no more tears
No more regret of the lost years
No more pain from words been said
Where all is you in all we have
That day the captives will be free
To live in Christ's perfect harmony
The lion laying down with the lamb
Just the way God had it planed
On the shore of heavens bank
We will unite with all the saints
Who have ventured on before
In the Glory of the Lord
I am praying for that day
When all mankind will see the way
No more yielding of the sword
As we lift high your Holy Word
Yes, I am praying for that day
Where all of sin shall fade away
And all that's left will be to sing
Forever praises to our Holy King
There's not a whole lotta nothing
That can be dug out of the grave
Of this life's buried problems
Of all our past mistakes
You can chisel out the tombstone
Making room for all the dates
Of the didn't go the way we planed
That in the dirt now lay to waste
Call in the Pallbearers
To shoulder it all
To help carry the burden
Of where you left off
Hire professional wailers and mourners
To cry for the loss
But can you really afford
Such an extravagant cost
When all is said and done
The last word the preacher will say
Is there's not a whole lotta nothing
That can be dug out of the grave
Sandy is it over?
We don't get the news here in the woods
No cable in the caves to where we all ran away
When we heard what you'd planed to do
Has the cold harsh wind subsided
Can we all come out from hiding
Sandy we ain't lying
When we say this was all very frighting
Sandy is it over?
Is the world now a happy place
Can I call the furry woodland creatures out
Let them know it's once again safe to frolic and play
Bambi and Thumper are still shaking
The Mantis are still praying
Quite the shock waves you were making
What with the way you were behaving
Sandy is it over?
Will the world tilt back now on it's axis
Will the Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Tornadoes cease and desist
Can our Gluteus Maximus now relax on us
Can't say it wasn't a thrill
We're just thankful that no one was killed
Remember you do this again and we will
Pack our bags and head back to the hills
At times we may be fat, dumb, and lazy
But with all of the above we ain't crazy
Sandy is it over?
My second and final installment to my friends 3 day cleanse...
I think she survived!
something tragic
happened to the girl
no one knows what
she began to write poetry
no one knows why
bluebirds turned into ravens
ships sunk in calm harbors
men turned overnight
into monsters
she wrote about her daddy
the secret Nazi of Martha’s Vineyard
her mother the drunk
her brother the skunk
dark revelations hammered words
and drooled like Pavlovian dogs
she became famous
for being overwrought
chained as she was
to her poetics arts
of course she had always
planed her ending
old poets are the first
to be forgotten
but the young -
the put upon
they live on
to rattle our cages
through the ages