Long Scouse Poems

Chorus
Sights are far but our minds are close
two hearts share one inhale with one nose
stage acts are for her even the pose
smiles from down she wishes for a rose
ten out of ten is her loyal...

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Being Aussie and a nomad with a wish to travel far,
there comes a time when money’s scarce no matter who you are.
I was in the north of England when the bank declared I’m broke,
so I...

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Oh second hand counting time
upon the liver building gothic clock
Waving goodwill to her dearly departed 3 sister's
Starring gainly upon lady mersey set a blitz

Climbing up her red bricks
Of the old abandoned mill's
And lighting up her...

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When it comes to being
called other name's by 
people

Sometimes they ain't all that 
half bad at all and can even
leave one feeling rather glad
instead

Like when i first heard the 
name of someone called

Chris Ozzy

Spoken of...

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Penny Lane

Penny Lane is more than just the last stop on the number 62 bus
Far removed from that of today
Where the children spit and cuss
The place tourists go to experience and kick up a fuss...

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The kind heart Negro cook saved me, “Pitch all your sweet meats over-board and turn upon the hearty salt beef and ship bread . . .you’ll be as
hearty as any of ‘em afore you are...

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Wandering down a country lane
Hearing singing on the breeze
But it seemed to be coming
From the region of my knees.
Scouse was sitting in a dyke 
Singing with heart  and soul
Waiting for the time when
His body...

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Newspaper blows along rain-washed streets,
dying echoes of hash tags and tweets
promising hook-ups, flash mobs and meets,
long gone to their bed-sits and urban retreats.

Puddles painted with neon gaudy,
could be Mancunian, Scouse or Geordie,
late night streets, care-worn...

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One starry night, a very long ago it
was death who thought to out-drink the poet.

Oh, let me pour you, death, a little more
of English ale in half with the Dalmore*.

Just look at her! As drunken...

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There's no need to worry, who wants to steal your work?
You think that under every stone, some thieves may lurk;
I wish they would - they may have more success than me,
perhaps they might get the...

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Pangs of exile


In the season of the fallen leaf
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief
Should I join the expat web?
I will still receive The Sheaf
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief

I listen to a foreign tongue
The sound...

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Soup and scouse
Permeate a house
Odors causing wet teeth.
The ingredients in these mixtures are not all sweet.
Some are quite bitter, even sour, on their own.
They do however improve  the mix to no end.
I've had added...

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There’s a raindrop hammer on a skylight pane
And it’s driving me insane
This nasty weather is a constant pain
Has it always got to rain
Someone has the answer
Ask a necromancer
Could it just be something fey
I don’t know...

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Ancestoral Roots

I am a Taxi Driver in Liverpool 
And the first thing people say
When they get in the cab with me
Is 
Your not a Scoucer
Are you
Well
I was born in Liverpool 
And i live in Liverpool...

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