Jimmy went to Spain back in 84
With some of his school pupils
It was a week and cost 149
A couple of teachers went along
To keep any eye on the kids
Who were only 12 and underage!
Not allowed into the local discos
The age limit was 14 and above
So we went to the bars and drank
Jimmy never had lager till then
And was pissed on 3 halves!
Black coffee sobered him up
One of the other pupils drank
A bottle of Cinzano and shoved
The bottle up his own **** hole!
Jimmy had a fight with one lad
It was a rival in the year below
They never were mates
The year above were knobs too
And Jimmy hated them as well
He palled up with 2 of his mates
They drank ate and had a laugh
There was a local castle
But it was out of season and closed
One of the other lads climbed up
And took some pix for Jimmy
They also went to the beach
It was nudist and guess what!
Jimmy got a hard on and it showed
It left a mark in the sand
He ran off but left his towel
Twice the embarrassment!
That mad holiday in 1984
He learnt to drink and fight
Money well spent
Categories:
palled, fun, holiday, school,
Form: Verse
What just brushed past me?
Like wheat pricked, dry.
The sky, she said.
Ah, and some wonder why.
We drink! ‘Til vision of inquiry pales.
Palled upon the violet sky bales.
Categories:
palled, drink,
Form: Imagism
Saw a great movie
Palled around with friends
Everyone keeps asking
How have you been
Redbuds in the park
Glory in their purple majesty
And I can't help but remember
When you shared it with me
Wish you were here dear
Wish you were here
It seems to long
For you to be gone
Wish you were here
The sunrise on the beach
Remember how we shared the view
Side by side a sleepy embrace
It's not the same without you
Two straws for a shared milkshake
Eating pizza at our favorite place
But being there without you dear
It seems to have lost it's taste
Wish you were here dear
Wish you were here
I can't wait for your return
Until then for you I yearn
Wish you were here
Categories:
palled, absence, longing, miss you,
Form: Rhyme
MIDNIGHT BLACK
No, I’m not -A racist of sorts, I mean
But detest I do, the black of midnight scene
Purple ,that smirk’d a wicked sheen,
groped, wiggled, with cold fingers keen.
Palled by a convulsed face wretched in pain
viscous slime ,red on bruised mane
Daggers sculpted life off, like insane
Lifeless limbs sprawled out in sunken lane.
Sharp silver deep in thick flesh lame
Ants and moths eager to claim…
Did vicious black mouth my name?
Yes, detest I do, the midnight’s game.
Categories:
palled, death, fear, loss,
Form: Rhyme
It is the winter of my life
And I don't need
To plant a seed
Or pluck a weed.
In fall and winter I stay in.
It is too cold.
Jack Frost is bold
And I am old.
There was a time when winter palled,
I longed for spring
But here's the thing
I've lost my zing.
Now I'm content to rest awhile
To sit and wait
To contemplate
The world's sad state.
It is your turn, dear younger friends,
To face the cold
Reach for the gold
You're not yet old.
If I've produced a line or two
Said something new
Inspired and true.
'Twill have to do.
Categories:
palled, age,
Form: Rhyme
My son, speaking like a true griot,
A body of things rejected
By the sinister profile of language
Spoke one clear prophecy to the riot's
Heart, before he from this world was ejected
He named the bagage
He carried unbowed in his lineage
But did not name the bird
With the cold and ominous plumage,
Now I wonder if he heard
That after his hope was long deferred
He is waiting in sleep for a better world.
I saw the feathers of the bird
A vulture sifting the sky
Over swelling carcases, it was all
The hurrican had left.
My son has left more bereft
Than thousand debacles that this day palled,
But I will read his last poem again
Against the cancer of this pain.
Categories:
palled, political, bird, bird, cancer,
Form: Free verse
From defeated lips
you bleed raw emotions
they tumble from lips of palled pink
Words that flow but eventually sink.
Eyes of solace and somber some cold
You wish for mercy upon your soul
Slowly and gradually you bury your knees into the dirt
Holding your empty heart out in your hand
blood covering your shirt...
Bury your soul deep
heap on the dirt
Scream in joy and dance in crazy array
Plunge your hands upward out of the cold dirt
Palms to the sky!
Oh, hold me at bay.
In a failed attempt to delay.
Categories:
palled, death
Form: Blank verse
Of youthful musings,
Sad and sweet,
Of sorrows passing, soon to greet,
All remembrance, hushed and still,
As each lost moment may entreat
Steadfast desires,
Once fulfilled,
To rest, but never will.
Of blind affections,
Kept with care,
Of cold promises, havens shared,
In a tear, a touch, a smile,
Each expression becomes bare,
So glowing gardens
Can beguile
A heart, for but a while.
Of mirrored image,
Palled, enshrined,
Of embrace emptied, lured in time
And distance, bridged for wistful eyes,
When doubt will bond, or grief confine
The strange, warm kiss
That relies,
And covets, and denies.
Of tender whisper,
Faint but near,
Of passion’s echo deferred here
To relieve the cherished hurt,
Slow with purpose, strained, unclear,
Swoons the final breath,
Re-stirred,
By small farewells, unheard.
--2007
Categories:
palled, introspection, peace
Form: Verse
In Britain, in Britain
The clock it is ticking
As people tend flowers
Or Q’s last for hours
And blood pumps and pounds
All in vain,
Our time is misleading us,
The chase is deceiving us,
How! Does it all sit in the frame?
Do we need so to scurry.
So make mundane things our worry so,
Questing for labour in vain,
And it’s how are we looking,
Is my tie on just crooked,
As the funeral rolls on in grey rain
As cold as ice water falls,
Expressions are whey or palled
Train wheels click incisively,
Paths taken divisively, and the TV shows repeat again.
Doors open or shut
At your mansion or hut
The place you’ll most likely be,
A safe bet for equity,
A capital certainty..?
"Just as long as you’re in on the game"
You won’t be a square,
You’ll be all set up there
With a letterbox under your name
That’s where it will all descend,
Offers of money lends
Tax and utility bills without end
© Joe Maverick 01-09-2010
Categories:
palled, introspection
Form: Rhyme
A common-born child
was changed by the death
of a man one day.
Back in the 60's,
(I remember.)
when barefoot kids
were called in,
from carefree play.
A rowdy, raucous group,
(Tag, you're 'it' No! Tag,
I got you back.)
tumbling into the backdoor,
in answer to Momma's call.
I, being first inside,
pulled up short,
knowing something
just wasn't right.
The deep voice of a man
was blaring from the radio.
(No country songs playing
quietly while she worked.)
She hushed us sharply.
Then, I saw her face, palled
and drawn, having saucer eyes,
as when hot clouded coffee
is poured out to cool.
(I had never met her fear before.)
The words of the announcer echoed
across a hollow room,
“President John F Kennedy,
the thirty-fifth president
of the United States
died today...”
Even I the youngest, could catch
the significance of what we heard,
that somber day the country reeled.
(The punch in the gut struck me as well.)
On Friday, November 22, 1963
my innocence of childhood left,
and while standing barefoot
in a poor man's house,
I felt kinship with the world.
Categories:
palled, angst, death, life, loss,
Form: Free verse
watching as twilight
crept over the brothers
and stars being re-birthed
to fortify the Great Wall
street lights line to ignite,
the shimmering black mantel
concealing azimuth,
and seductive ebony lips
slide,over the lamp
once more,
A visage of ivory
looks upon earth
on the cusp
is where your found,
a palled specter
drifting shadow to shadow
passing as
a will-o-wisp of
ebony vistas,
always out of touch
with the sense of perception
lulled into deception,
as one fingernails breadth
breaches truth,
trouncing the foolhardy
the blaze phases,
and passion is pendulous
but still,
twilight bewitches,
and the ivory succubus
of night
mesmerizes all,
with moon eyes
as the mantel
of seduction,
rolls with reverence
over azimuth,
her willing victims
are waiting,
etched in ivory
Categories:
palled, fantasy, nature, space
Form: Blank verse