I’m 10 sitting by myself in sunday school
A girl walks in and I think nothing of it
She wouldn’t sit with me right?
Yeah No one ever did
I’m 11 sitting with that same girl in sunday school
I’m 12 sitting by myself in youth
because she’s not old enough yet
I’m 13 sitting beside her on the same pugh
During service passing notebooks back and forth
I’m fourteen sitting in my room
With that girl she's staying for My birthday party
I’m fifteen in her living room celebrating
her sisters birthday
I’m sixteen walking on the dirt road
At night with her and some our friends
I’m seventeen hiding in her room
From her younger siblings
I’m eighteen wishing I was at that girls house
EJ Pugh 'TITANIC'
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Metamorphosis
I woke up this morning
With a feeling of dread;
I felt I was a-borning,
Where I'd be better if dead!
I woke up to religion,
My brother was some other,
I belonged to a region,
All issues were my bother.
What was once a call to prayer
Was so much noise to me,
I wanted to strip the layer,
Hidden idols there to see.
Where dress scarcely mattered,
(Pugh, burkha, saffron scarf)
My fragile beliefs lay tattered,
Common sense would dwarf.
My angst would not be bottled,
Imagined slights would rile me,
Your freedom makes me feel throttled,
I won't let things be as they be.
I'd take up a gun tomorrow,
Set right things as I deem fit.
Notions of nations make me sorrow,
As causes just waver and flit.
I am so lost and adrift,
Have donned the mantle of Samsa,
A vermin in thought is my shift,
An abhorrent creature of Kafka!
~kcm
(Gregor Samsa wakes up one morning changed into a vermin, a cockroach, in Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis. Just wondered if our minds have undergone this type of change)
TONIGHT I SAW AN ANGEL SETTING NEXT TO ME. SHE BRINGS ME UP WHEN I AM DOW SHE ALWAYS HELPS ME .THE LAST 2 YEARS MY HEALTH HAS DECLINED AND I CAN DO LESS AND LESS BUT MY ANGEL IS ALWAYS THERE TO MAKE ME FELL MY BEST.SHE COOKS MY MEALS AND CLEANS MY HOUSE .AND TELLS ME I WILL BE OK .WE WILL GET THROUGH THIS TOGETHER IS WHAT MY ANGEL ALWAYS WILL SAY WHEN I AM FEELING MY WORSE .SHE MAKES IT A BETTER DAY. NOW I KNOW WHAT YOU ALL ARE THINKING THAT I AM OUT OF MY MIND .BUT IT TOOK ME GETTING SICK TO MAKE ME REALIZE .THAT I HAVE HAD MY ANGEL A VERY LONG TIME .AND I HAVE NO DOUBT WHEN I LEAVE THIS WORLD SHE WILL BE BY MY SIDE .TELLING ME I LOVE YOU AND YOU WILL BE ALL RIGHT.IT IS TIME TO LEAVE THIS PLACE JUST GO INTO THE LIGHT AND WALK THE STREETS IN HEAVEN WITH JESUS BY YOUR SIDE .FOR MY TIME IS OVER BUT MY LOVE WILL NEVER DIE FOR THE ANGEL GOD SENT ME WAS REALLY JUST MY WIFE ..............COPYRIGHT 2019...........GLEN PUGH
IT IS TIME I STAND UP I HAVE TO GET THIS WRIGHT .THIS TIME AROUND I AM FIGHTING FOR MY LIVE .I ALWAYS TOOK FOR GRANTED I ALWAYS JUST ASSUMED.THAT I WOULD BE HERE FOREVER .NOTHING COULD TAKE ME DOWN .SO I LIVED MY LIVE WITH A CHIP ON MY SHOULDER AND MY HEAD IN THE CLOUDS .I SMOKED I DRANK I DID A FEW DRUGS I DID NOT GIVE A DAM .I WAS HIGH AND MIGHTY I THOUGH I RULED THIS LAND .I WAS MEAN AND ANGRY MAD AS HELL I PUSHED PEOPLE AWAY I HURT THE ONES I LOVED AND OTHERS I DID NOT KNOW .I WAS MAD AT THE WORLD BUT I AM HERE TO LET YOU KNOW TAKE THE TIME TO DO THINGS WRIGHT DO NOT LIVE YOUR LIFE LIKE MINE TELL YOUR FAMILY EVERYDAY YOU LOVE THEM FOR TOMORROW MY NOT COME I MIGHT OF STARTED THIS LIFE WITH HATE IN MY HEART BUT I WILL LEAVE IT WITH LOVE ......... Copyright ..Glen Pugh.....2019
I once knew an old bloke called Peter
Whose body could smell so much sweeter
He stank of stale wee
B O and coffee
T’was worse when he sat by the heater!
His daughter whose name is Anita
Tried hard to help Peter smell sweeter
He bathes twice a day
She gave him some spray
From Peter there is no foul fetor!
04~09~17
The Law - Poem by GLEN PUGH
they are there when we need them
in the day or the night
it dose not matter if you are black or white so lets stop all this killing and do what is right
in Ferguson, Missouri Michael Brown did fall
shot by a police officer there is a lesson for us all
no matter what race you are we must respect the law
the law is not always right that is not my message here
but stop and think before you act and live another year
BY.....GLEN PUGH...COPYRIGHT.....2014
If history was food part 2
Outside an inn ..tap,tap,tap
In hobbled Bind Pugh with his map
A story of intrigue did then ensue
On a remote island which comes into view-
A classic novel,still reads good as new
Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson