Manchester, born and bred, within a stone throw from the city centre
One of a family of nine kids and our mother as our mentor
In a place called Hulme, full of vagabonds and snot nosed scruff bags
Rope for belts, football boots with studs cut of as shoes and clothes of rags
Hulme was a hard place to grow, terraced housing, paved back yards and broken glass
The sound of gospel hung in the air as the black community attended daily mass
Sugar butties, porridge was the food we ate
No fatty Big Mac’s with salad-less salad on a false plastic plate
Trying to smash bottles that were laid out on top of a wall
From twenty or thirty yards with a cricket ball
Hopscotch, hula hoop, hide and seek were the games we knew
No X-box or computer games on the streets that we grew
There was social intercourse, chatter, friendship, warmth and love
Non of the Facebook, twitter, linked in and all that false stuff
Now the kids live in a pit of sole and isolation
As they tweet and twitter their nonsense across the nation
50, 000 face book friends they have never met, seen or knew
I wouldn’t swap what I had as a child
Would you?
Categories:
social intercourse, life,
Form: Rhyme
I checked out 20 words we owe to William Shakespeare and included them in this ditty about teenagers.
Bedazzled by new-fangled, multitudinous belongings,
fashionable youth in half-blooded pageantry
swagger uncomfortably amidst the inaudible manager
of their disheartening addictions.
Scuffling shy of eyeball contact
they cold-bloodedly eschew humanity
and view any effort toward eventful social intercourse
as an assassination attempt by an arch-villain
and as the Ladybird; play dead when threatened.
Categories:
social intercourse, youth,
Form: Quatrain
I checked out 20 words we owe to William Shakespeare and included them in this ditty about teenagers. The Bard is emboldened herein :
Bedazzled by new-fangled, mutitudinous belongings,
Fashionable youth in half-blooded pageantry
Swagger uncomfortably amidst the inaudible manager
Of their disheartening addictions.
Scuffling shy of eyeball contact
They Cold-bloodedly eschew humanity
And view any effort toward eventful social intercourse
As an assassination attempt by an arch-villain
and as the Ladybird, play dead when threatened.
Categories:
social intercourse, funny, technology, teenage,
Form: Free verse
A Night with Stars
You will find, at the Eagle Nation Buffet,
an ambiance, a place you would love to stay.
Where exotic cuisine is at its best
and social intercourse is the test
for one to find soul connections,
great people, sincere affections.
The spirit, the soul’s perfect direction,
being caught happily by the attention.
One wonders, where this journey will lead ?
One wonders, what spiritual need will it feed ?
One wonders, if the soul will – the creed heed ?
One wonders, if life will rise up from this seed ?
Fari, an accomplished actress,
a beautiful Lady, I must confess,
offers a space void of worldly stress
as she holds court over her congress.
A cornucopia of many diverse interesting souls.
A basket of pure energy only the universe knows
except upon the beautiful faces it shows
and the connections that surely grows.
B. J. “A ” 2
April 6th 2015
Categories:
social intercourse, social, universe,
Form: Rhyme
Fractured hearts
The hearts that have – many times – bled.
For years, many tears have they shed.
Those hearts, who have known many tears
find themselves living out their lives with fears.
Afraid they will be seen, with all their scar tissue
exposed, being the essence, the heart of their issue
that brings on – within social intercourse – strife
that makes it difficult for them to live out a loving life.
In quiet desperation, they supress their rage
and live out their lives in a cold, gray, steel cage.
Missing out on all those precious moments waiting,
afraid to suck the life out of each – aloneness creating
as time slips by, while they wait.
lose of time will be their fate.
Life for them will be over
in their fear of rolling over.
B. J. “A ” 2
December 6th 2014
Categories:
social intercourse, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Chapter 9: Portaging Older Dams
Eleven Minnesota dams we had to portage
All without clear use for folks today
But as the Mississippi is a ‘navigable’ river.
Owners are required by law to transport boats
Around these artificial barriers to ‘commerce’
And ‘social intercourse’ (like our canoe.)
This can make the dam owners hard to find!
Most of these dams backed up water only
For short distances, historic nuisances today,
Maintained only now to prevent further damage
To the altered ecosystem they themselves created,
A rare incidence of business being held responsible.
Or a clever ruse to avoid the real clean up costs?
It’s hard to trust that anyone alive is not ‘Me! Me! Me!’
But the owner’s of the dam with the three mile
Impassible boulder field below it won our praise.
A pickup was sent with two strong men
Who picked up the canoe gear and all,
Slipped it into the back, and tied it down.
Within an hour we were back in the water,
Paddling downstream with the current.
Brian Johnston
October 28, 2014
Categories:
social intercourse, boat, dream, journey, nature,
Form: Blank verse
Borders
On the road to Life
There is no desire, to raise the ire, of this boarder guard,
Only a desire to raise her gates – to era boarder for this bard.
Boarder erected to keep this one at arms length – away form you –
Three more have been added ( no writing, no gmailing, no phoning ) what to do ?
How does one get passed ?, all that is said and done – making one feel so small.
Nothing – it seems – at all !
What are the chances ?, is the fate ?, that we can come face to face,
be in the presence of one another – social intercourse, to communicate.
What are the possibilities ?, that, with you, I hold some special place ?,
of relevance, of importance, of meaningfulness – what is my fate ?
Borders !, boarders, borders do I see, boarders you erected just for me
so that you can justify your actions, reactions, leaving me to be
nothing and no one you care to share with, and seldom see.
Seldom, now has become the essence, the realm of never,
and I do believe, it is your intension, your desire to make it forever.
B. J. “A” 2
April 6th 2009
Categories:
social intercourse, women,
Form: Rhyme
Seen as the epitome of human evolution
A miracle that creates it like from like
Locates with a precision, awaits solution
Subconciously selects the perfect strike!
With intrigue to the further bounds of coy,
Composed from which the sight and sound
Of being there were duly, girl or boy
Are brought about from energies abound.
A chance in one, as lifetimes peering back-
Have seen it all before, and time stands still
While intricates of DNA, both fast track, (ancestry)
Determination natures clasp of will.
The superceding passions from the force
Which brought about us seeing what is might
This private sector, social intercourse
Comfirms the prize in efforts of delight.
Categories:
social intercourse, family, father, hope, love,
Form: Rhyme