Them Poems

Us and them

This psychopathic wand with which we put a spell on everything. Fool the gullible souls and they’ll do for you anything.

This formidable lie we choke to call the truth. So many people die for what greed ‘needs’ under its roof.

This perplexing way of life sees poor people bow to the riches whims. Where need is

They're called Crisps not Chips

Across the Atlantic ocean

They have a pedantic notion

Quip us Brits have a frantic lisp

Did slip..meant to say chip not crisp


Semantic antics causing a commotion

Misunderstand our land’s devotion

To the sensory explosion that is a crisp


So why the linguistic demotion

Respond to across the pond & beyond

Have donned a wig of blonde

Seem fond of being conned 

They need

TEARS WON'T CALL THEM BACK

It is done
a soul has slipped away
no return, no familiar face
only stories to keep them near.

Tears may fall into rivers
but they will not call them back.
Sleepless nights unravel sorrow
yet the silence still remains.

So let your heart rest awhile
let it bend without breaking
so one day it may learn again
to love, to live, to carry on.

Give Them a Little Time

      soft and spoiled
         devices well-oiled

      spoonfed babble
         in protests, they dabble

      convictions untested
         by reality

Untitled and Shamed

Bhut Jolokia coin, loud and side
she smiled
moving toward speaking
the extended metaphore 
of rain.
involve a glide from one vowel sound
to another vowel sound
all within the same syllabylle
 to another within the same syllable 
(like "oi" in "coin", where the cenrity of
the composer and the lyricst are
combiined in the effect to convey the right means
to display both

Give Them The Price They Want

When folks accuse or blame you,
just stay calm, keep quiet.
They run the world, it seems,
and there’s really no winning against their words.

So just keep going forward.
Give them the price they want.
Let go of whatever makes them mad.
Step back when you need to,
stay out of their sight and reach.

That’s the reality—if you’re open enough to see

UNLESS WE TEACH THEM OTHERWISE

As adults when we look out on our world
and pain and sadness are all we see
we need only look upon our children
to restore our faith in humanity 

And remember how children are accepting and generous…
how we see the kindness in their eyes 
and how they know nothing of prejudice and hate…
unless we teach them otherwise.

Them and Us

You see the evil doesn’t look at all condemned
Those evil troublemakers of mankind
Are well remembered, way above the nameless dead
Who by the will of country rulers had to die
Because the actions, as you say my darling dear
Speak louder than words, and so they act
As if they had too little history in rear 
So thinking they’re

Let them do, let them pass

Come on! Let them do, let them pass
Today is not time
To shoot people anymore!
Don’t you know is November the 9th 1989?
Today there is not time
To stop goods anymore!
Come on! Only one thousand dollars
Will cost you a plenty full track!
At 9 past 21 p.m.
The wall is falling down!
Laissez faire, laissez passer!
There are bound to be changes
For

Keep them Laughing

he covers up the pain of his upbringing with comedy
making people laugh gives him purpose
the louder they laugh, the more he performs
He is a monster, an alien, a dog and pony show
He is a trickster, a jokester, a jester,
But wait…..

There is a side the people never see
Because he is a trickster
his feelings are his own
he

OF WE AND THEY: EVEN OF US AND THEM

OF WE AND THEY/EVEN US AND THEM!    *

In the beginning
We were the architects
Of God’s designed world;
Then came them—
The devastating forces
Of its Garden Of Eden 
Decline:- 

We were the flowers
And fruits of the Garden;
Then they became
The slithering and coiling
Slime of disobedience
And disrespect:-

We were chosen 
To teach cross bearing
With the Bearer thereof;
Then they—save Mark—
Tried

Dispensations of Grace

Hard considerations for the future of mankind 
The bard sings commiserations as he looks for what he cannot find
A shard of intimidations hurled toward the innocent and kind 
A card that invokes incantations as they question the lucidity of her mind

A lenient life sentence to constantly wonder through philosophical terrain 
The convenient repentance of a

I hate my neighbour and want to murder them

I hate my neighbour and want to kill them.
I imagine their car being squashed by trucks like jam sandwiches. Red crusts.
I daydream that their staircase collapses like factories ready for demolition.
I fantasise they swallow glass instead of coffee and bleach in place of milk.
I conjure images of their flesh peeling like skin from a potato.

I hold them hostage

I hold them hostage
Attempt to bend them to my will
Dull the abrasiveness of now
Cloak them in a past
Devoid of presence

Feelings
False scents of marred moments
Simmering memories
Bubbling to the surface
In a cauldron of chaos

Cream in the sausage

We know the secret to winning
The sweet fennel sausage with
sweet relish and eggnog yeast rolls. 
The toll of the roll
with caramelized onions
The dungeon were the tomato's
Ripen is scrubbing
Perfect lettuce ooh the sweet relish
Is it delish love your relish
Peggy rolls takes the tolls to another
Level
Sausage sammish and fries damn I 
Love your sandwich
Oniony buttered rolls
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