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After a long, exhausting day,
I get anxious at quitting time,
smiling, without reason or rhyme.
My boss keeps asking me to stay
to work an extra shift each night;
and yet I won't, try as he might.
I let him know that there's no way:
that may sound stupid or funny;
but I do not worship money.
Life offers so much more than pay,
and like Cinderella's first ball:
I need time to sample it all.
And my inner child wants to play:
so, before life changes my mind,
I want to seek all I can find.
After a long, exhausting day,
my boss keeps asking me to stay.
I let him know that there's no way,
life offers so much more than pay,
and my inner child wants to play.
"Roll on tonight my mates are coming round
For a few cold beers and some rocking sounds
Time is drawing near, as I hear a knock at the door
Blimey! at this time of the night, a vacuum salesmen stands before"
"Hey pal make it quick, I have a party to host
Tell me your pitch, now disappear your a ghost
The best place for them is in the lunar craters
Sucking on Listerine soaked tissues, singing, "see you later alligator"
"Another knock on the door, and I'm pleasantly surprised
All my intended buddies on my doorstep, the parties arrived
For a night of drifting, ending with earache and pain
Entering wormholes of insomnia, no pain no gain"
"Our party is going to be like a cool Rock 'n' Roll gig
Beers flowing a plenty, this ain't no highland jig
We start with Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention
Best friends and myself, our schooldays convention"
"This is no wine and dine as Dire Straits play
The "Sultans of Swing" sounds excellent any day
Next we play Deep Purple, listening to Jon Lord's Hammond sounds
Music is our medicine in six speaker surround"
"In between sounds to the kitchen we head
Tid-bits and more beers to keep our gig well fed
We sample some Grunge Metal listening to Nuclear Waste
But once again Classic Rocks rules, as Grunge is not our taste"
"For the next couple of ours it's like The Monsters of Rock
AC/DC and UFO, the Rock never stops
We air guitar to "Whole Lotta Rosie"
Wearing spandex boxer shorts, one of us drumming like Cozy"
"We all awake in the morning, some with sore heads
But it was never a night that we were ever going to dread
It was a bunch of guys who met whilst at school
Who released their friendly energy, like fools but really cool"
"Tom, I never knew you, but I thank Catie for this
Writing this poem, just fills me with bliss
I know you will be busy, but if you happen to look down
Give our convention a shout, join our Rock n Roll clowns"
My tribute to Mr Tom Bell, so many people spoke about him.
Reading what they said, I only wish I knew him.
The sun lifts an edge
and peeks a feeble light
beneath a blanket
of morning fog, its dull glow
hugging the horizon,
silhouetting a stand of trees
and the cross-hatched
pattern of a factory fence.
Another day has begun
with its shuffle of trite
miscellanea.
I muster an interest, sending
out my first emissary of thought
to greet the return
of this ancient god, follow the rituals
set to guide my way, bring favor
and bless the little plot
of earth that surrounds my life.
I pray a poem to reap
a continued harvest.
Not much happens now except
down in the cellars of my mind
where I keep the past bottled
like vintage wine. Now and then
I give each a turn to dislodge
the sediment and taste
a sample or two,
clean the labels and try
and remember the details
from those that have fallen off.
Occasionally I bring
a bottle up to share with a friend,
set it upon a table, open
and drink. An insipid autumn sun
is enough to dance reflections
around the rim of my glass,
ease out a tear or a smile,
helping me up to go and get
another. My days now
have matured into simple pleasures
and writing a few lines
to label the bottles cellared
in the quiet reaches of my mind.
Spree three quite legal vehicles at a four-way intersection by selection,
suddenly,
abundantly,
glaring,
blaring,
crashing,
smashing,
cooperating,
accommodating,
persistence,
assistance,
fender,
bender,
easy,
peasy,
surely,
truly, ...
"You had not responded, so sad God bless, *sonder."
*sonder: special (mindless to being ...)
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Before the time when time began
before the very thought of man,
within a void where there was nought
was essence of a single thought.
From whence it came there’s none can tell
bred of void or heaven or hell,
but as that thought began to grow
that single thought became a flow.
And thus remained for eons of time
now time was there to draw the line
the tide of thought spread out its seed
now seeking to fulfil its need
Primeval need to find a place
where it could sample more than space,
where it could find a way to stand
and hold emotions in its hand.
As ages past, the seed now sown
developed into thought’s true home
and thought absorbed in life’s new shell,
still washed in void and heaven and hell.
The human race must understand
that thought alone can rule this land,
no matter how we choose to play
primordial thought directs the way.
So void or heaven or even hell
its up to you to cast the spell.
Don’t blame no other for the way
you feel about the world today.
Just collect your thoughts, with them unite
and when agreed prepare to fight,
for what you think is how you play
and how you spend your time each day!
Ivor G Davies
I'm learning to pick and choose
what I endure, like what's it all for
relationships for example
you should always sample
what you're about buy
before you check out
is it sweet, is it pleasant
will it leave a bitter taste in my mouth
endurance is for those who
have the will to carry on
it's for those who know exactly
what they have and it's not worth
losing no matter if it times
things don't add up when
you do the math
I'm just swimming in my thoughts
a little poetry while listening to Floetry
still I can't allow myself to get distracted
from the task at hand
the more knowledge I gain
the more I learn that I've been lied to
the more militant I become
I have visions of my people
marching to the beat of one drum
so still endurance for the war I'm in
today's friends are tomorrow's enemies
so whatever battlefield you're on
whether it be love or
all out warfare
make your decision quickly
Money to invest?
To stay ahead of the rest,
Not sure who you can trust.
Look no further,
Nothing can be surer,
Buy one for your mother,
Sell one to your Brother,
No longer a need for a broker
Guaranteed to be the best labelling gun on the market,
Can hit a moving target,
Faster than a speeding rocket,
Most retailers willing to stock it,
No licence fee to hit you in the pocket.
Comes with free sample of most frequently fired labels,
Bigot being just one example of what can turn the tables,
On those with a case of the grumbles,
We can also custom make labels to suit most tastes.
As required by law we do have to put a warning in the fine print,
That labels can leave a lasting imprint,
On the environment
And we do not recommend their use on an infant.
Don't be put off by the price,
If you want to enjoy a life
That does not include trying to remove labels with a knife,
Because you chose to be nice
And let the other person have first crack with a labelling device,
All because you did not take my investment advice.
Know your heart, know your soul
Hold on to the dreams that will make you whole
The criss and cross, the music and the lark
Watch out for the bogyman hiding in the dark
My spirit is locked with thee and the
The birds are happy with me
And the universe is dancing with me
I have lived a thousand years and I have nothing to fear
I have metamorphosed more than a million times
with hope locked in my pockets and faith decorated on my finger tips
Passion is still flying high in the sky and my spirit is searching for
higher meaning, that will add more substance to the higher calling
I have been sittings in this park for more than a year
taking the hits and blows bad words and assault as
the morning starts, they dragged me on the ground
and tossed me about they smashed my computers
and when they could not win, they hit me in my head with a board
hoping that I would drop dead but destiny had everything mapped
out for me. They mocked and laughed at me but I
stood up on my feet and bore the pain and continue working the same
Know your heart and listen carefully to its beat
And sample an appetizer that will raise your consciousness
California wine serving at dinner on time and the Peachtree
at the mountain gate add more nutrition to the fruit cake
And provide more tea and coffee in the pantries and
Add more food on the dinner table
I have stood up to giants and bad men and I have broken
The lions neck that keep chasing me around the den
I have worked day and night and have made much painful sacrifice
to get business done so that everyone can have some fun
And when the sky is clear I make a cross and hold strong
to my conviction and hold my grounds
And so it was that destiny handed me the crown, the throne
the hammer and the gown.
On a bicycle built for two
I want to ride through French Alps with you
We'll stop in a villa, you in rose and vanilla
And we'll sample the local fondue
We'll rent a romantic chateau
Buy a bottle of chilled Veuve Clicquot
Sit under the stars, the whole evening is ours
Toast, sip, repeat, smoke a clove
Wake up to the birds and the bees
Chirping and buzzing in trees
Wind chimes are wooing, coffee is brewing
Yellow quilts, lilacs, silk sheets
I was wondering if it'd be okay
If we remained here just one more day
They're predicting cold weather, we'll stay warm together
Big snowstorms are coming our way
pageans! pageans! pageans! he shouted at the top of his
lungs. You honor a savior with gifts and trinketts.
what honor bestowest he that labors?
known mind you, that you speak love and dabble in
hatred. The country of Christ seizes to exsist
and you pageans make worship to something
that has no restrictions.
The yes of the world sites your foolishness, and make laughter in
your worship of a God that saves those who knowest him
in the company of those who beleive. Who are the protectors of
those that the Christ lover hates? That these foolishness are signaled
by feelings of love and favor.
She loves him and wishes to be a christain with him
because she finds favor in what she see's. He speaks everything she wishes to hear
and he makes follly of what she wishes to know.
You pageans wish me to settle like dust,
but you makest rain: and complian of the tracks I leave behind: follow me and find where I've been. Go with me and you'll understand. What words makest you see me as I wishest you to see me?
That your faith is concerned with who you belive, instead of what you beleive.
What faith guides you that you are smitten together
and apart you fear for the sake of trustworthyness. Fools are you Tolerance of the poor to favor the spending habits of the weathy, this day is Christ is it? You pageans are wise in your need, but vain in your desires, that those who wish the gifts of the flesh are vile, and those who wish to sample the ways of your makings are wise.
what believes the pagean if what makes them happy is what someone wishes them to have: might they wish you to have nothing?