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Fields of Red of Poppy Leaf

Fields of red, of poppy leaf
The fields where  so many brave came to grief
Brave men indeed who refused to kneel
To give freedom to others, we remember them still

Fields of red, of poppy leaf
For Those men and boys who passed we grieve
The light extinguished in their eyes
But the dream of freedom was realised

Fields of red, of Poppy leaf
Freedom for all was their belief
This is the gift that they bestowed
The gift they gave as their lifeblood flowed

Fields of red, of Poppy leaf
Years have passed and still we grieve
We remember the fallen, the brave that have gone
The men and women all standing as one.
The Fields of red, of Poppy leaf…
Armistice day 11/11

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The Cavemen

Ugg and Ogg, on a rock they sat.
 The pair were in hiding from the sabred cat.
 They had hunted for a whole week long.
 But, recently it had all gone wrong.

The ladies were waiting in their caves.
 It was roasted Mammoth that they did crave.
 Unfortunately , Ugg and Ogg were not that clever.
 They had no idea how to hunt, none whatsoever.

They had hunted for days and hunted at night.
 They were exhausted and they began to fight.
 (Now, at this part I'll have to translate  this bit,
 Because if truth be told it will sound like ).

"It's YOUR fault we are in this mess".
 Said Ugg to Ogg right in his face.
 "You should control your woman, put her in her place!"
 Now, rightly so Ogg got quite offended.
 But, to argue with Ugg he would get upended.

You see, Mrs Ogg was a sight to behold.
 Much bigger than Ogg if truth be told.
 She had such beautiful hair (all over her face).
 Her knuckles scraped the ground with such amazing grace.

To other men Ogg liked to boast and brag
 Of how he could treat his wife like some old hag.
 Alas no further truth could ever be said.
 If Ogg even raised his voice she would see him dead.

She would kill him with rock or spear
 Or incessant nagging in his ear.
 "My Mother said you were a no good sod,
 You'd amount to nothing, and still you think you're god."

"Now you hear me out you no good fool
 If I don't get Mammoth I'll insert this tool.
 For a week at least you'll not sit.
 You'll be in pain to walk let alone take a ".

Now you can see why he had such fear
 And Ugg was not a patch on Ogg's old dear.

Now, Mrs Ugg was quite demure
 Small in size but hardly pure.
 One night Ugg had caught her cheating
 but, it was Ugg himself that took the beating.

It was not the other man that issued the pain.
 It was Mrs Ugg, she kicked his balls up towards his brain.
 As Ugg lay on the floor, member in hands
 He could feel the swelling to his damaged glands.

The pain hadn't finished, oh my, not at all.
 Mrs Ugg wanted to show who's boss, the real Neanderthal.
 She hefted Ugg above her head an ejected him from the cave with a mighty toss.
 Ugg tumbled and rolled over the grass and moss.

Ugg just lay on his back all battered and bruised.
 Whilst his wife looked down and laughed, she was so amused.
 "Now, don't you come back until I am finished.
 You have cavework to do, if it's not done,you'll get demolished".

Now, as these two formidable ladies had laid down the law
 Those two young cavemen knew they would soon be sore.
 The Mammoth they hunted was a mighty beast.
 It would provide them all with a mighty feast.

As I have mentioned time and again.
 Between this pair they had not a single brain.
 These two losers thought that they would prevail.
 They'd be mighty hunters with a heroic tale.

These two dopey fools (with more luck than skill).
 Had followed tracks and moved for the kill.
 They crept and they crawled through the underbush
 Between some trees they rose and stood.

A bit too late they realised their mistake.
 Stood under the arse of the beast and they began to shake.
 It sounded like thunder, it moved their hair apart.
 The mammoth was rumbling and let out a gigantic fart.

Ugg and Ogg turned and ran for their lives.
 Sod the mammoth and sod the wives.
 On and on ran the hapless pair.
 Into the cave ( unknown to them) of a sleeping bear.

Huffing and puffing, each blaming the other.
 They failed to notice the grizzly arise from his slumber.
 This beast was not happy and fitted a rage.
 He growled and he roared and went on a rampage.

Those hapless fools had enough sense to flee.
 They got out of there quick and climbed straight up a tree.
 Up they climbed, right up to the top.
 Hugging the trunk so tight, to ensure not to drop.

In the lofty heights they pondered their time.
 Ogg was holding a branch and Ugg Pulled ( on what he thought was a vine).

Now remember the start because that's where we're at.
 That dopey fool Ugg had pulled the tail of a cat.
 It spit and it spat, it hissed and it clawed
 It yelped in a panic, then in anger it roared.

Ugg and Ogg thought they were going to die.
 You could hear their fright, their screams and their cries.
 But, Lady Luck she surely did intervene.
 The cat she did slip and the boys went unseen.

They could hear the cat way down below.
 They prayed she would tire, they prayed she would just go.
 Hours passed and what felt like days.
 A mist crept in and they hid in the haze.

Slowly, down the tree the did climb.
 In truth their stealth really was sublime.
 They were tired (in truth they were shell shocked).
 And, that's when they spotted the rock.

"Up here Ogg, that's where we'll hide.
 That bloody cat will be denied".
 "Sod the cat!" Ugg quickly replied.
 "When i get home I'll wish that I'd died."

" she's gonna go mental, she'll murder me".
 "Without that damn Mammoth, my funeral it will be"!

Ugg had thought the very same
 Of his living days, few would remain.
 So, on that rock they spent the rest of their lives.
 Forced into hiding from cats and from wives.

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Jellied Eels and Pie 'N' Mash

Jellied eels and pie n mash.
East London Fair, and that’s a fact.
The Dockers hands, and the pearly kings.
Their romance gone, the truth it stings.
The Bow Bells ring, they sound out loud.
Cockney chests, they puff out proud.
Not much left of old world London town.
Inside office blocks our city drowns.
The rhyming slang, used to confound.
It hid the truth, of lies abound.
The gifted few, they understood.
They kept those coppers under hood.
Up the Apples and pears, mind your plates of meat.
Meant up the stairs and watch your feet.
The law never knew, they couldn’t make it out.
We watched their faces and saw their doubt.
The slang we used was not just for fun.
It kept us on our toes, not on the run.
Old London's gone it has changed its face.
For better or worse it's now a different place.
We've had the rough. We've had the smooth.
This place has changed, with times it's moved.
Like or not this is London Town.
The times have changed, but she'll not let you down.
She'll take you in, she'll hold you tight.
Embrace her heart, enjoy the light.

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Teenage Days

OH NO! I’m late for school
I’m in trouble now.
I’ve broken the rules.
I sit in my class try to stay awake.
Eyes are heavy, I begin to flake.
The new girl in class she’s staring at me.
I look back at her my heart my heart skips a beat.
I feel the blood drain from my face.
It’s starting to flow to another place.
Mother of god!  It’s happening again.
Control of my body i can’t maintain.
I can’t stand up i cannot move.
The pressure is mounting, please make it drop.
Think of foot ball or snooker it just needs to stop.
I hate my teenage life, being a teenage boy.
Everything is just designed to annoy.
The adults that moan are the Bain of my life.
“If you don’t change you won’t find a wife”.
I want my freedom I want to drink, I want to smoke.
Just chill out with my mates be a regular bloke.
Xbox,  Sony or Nintendo Wii.
They’re what I want, they’ll do for me.
I want the pictures.
I want to watch tv.
My Parents embarrass,
They think I’m their slave
But just peace on my own
That’s what I crave.
I lay in my bed I dream of the girl
A hypnotic effect she makes my head whirl
I think I love her, but that is my secret
I can’t tell a soul, this does remain sacred.
I think of her, and I go all aquiver
I go weak at the knees and I start to shiver.
I’ll ask her tomorrow I’ll make the leap
But for now I’ve had a hard day.
I’m going to sleep.

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Stage Fright

Stagefright!

I take the mic, ready to start my set
I can just see their faces, the laughs that I’ll get
People still milling and taking their places
No empty seats, no empty spaces.

I’ve waited for years to get my shot.
Headlining this place, Finally! Top spot.
Ducking and diving I’ll be sending them wild
With my charm and my wit they’ll soon be beguiled.

They’ll be eating from the palm of my hand
I’m the best damn comic in all of the land.
I’ve done my time in the working men’s clubs
I’ve paid my dues, I’ve paid my subs.

The crowd uprising as the curtains raise
Deafening cheers, I am sure to amaze.
I look to my left then I look to my right
couldn’t fathom the pressure, didn’t know of the fright

This is not how I planned it, not what I hoped.
My energy gone I feel as if doped.
My lips have gone dry my throat it feels closed.
Sweat begins forming I feel so exposed.

I can’t believe what is happening
confidence gone it’s totally maddening.
I’ve fallen apart, I quiver and quake.
I just want to run, this pressure can’t take
.
Well, all over now totally done
career all finished set like the sun.
All blown away. I bit the dust.
Nerves got the better I was totally crushed.

I had hit the big time, the top of my game
Everyone knew me. They all knew my name,
but now that’s all done, I’m now in the gutter
Came crashing down, the ultimate shutter.

No more big stages. No after parties
No VIP’S, and no flash soirees  
when all said and done I just couldn’t cut it
I froze up on that stage and I had to submit.

My glory days gone they’re all in my past.
I thought I’d be rich, simply having a blast.
Always climb up didn’t think I’d come down.
Look at me now a child’s party clown.

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Beer

For Fifty years i been sittin 'ere 
 I Love this pub and I love me beer
 I've tried em all, the Guinness, the Stout
 but, this one drink I can't go without.

I must admit though, once i've sunk a few.
 I'm up and down to the bloody loo.
 One pint in, two bloody pints out. up 'n' down all bleedin night.
 I've got my own spot in the poxy trough ( I stand in the corner to the right).

Now, 'Er Indoors, She bends me ear.
 About how many nights a week i'm here.
 but, it's the only place I can get some peace,
 and  not to mention the fruit machine that I can fleece.

I aint worried about me dinner, No.
 Cos she's burnt me food, so kebab shop, that's where i'll go.
 But, not before the last bell's rung
 and my final pint is drunk and gone.

I Stagger home, slightly worse for wear.
 I WON'T be sick. (besides it' would be rude to share).
 This final walk, it's made me think.
 I Can't wait for tomorrow for another drink

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From Above

From Above.

The day that you were taken
 It Is a day we’ll not forget
 We felt your time of leaving
 Now God owes us all a debt

We know you stand right by our sides
 we feel your presence near
 we know when you hold our hands
 and when you wipe away our tears

Our love shall never dwindle.
 Our thoughts shall neither wane.
 We know time is a healer
 and we shall be together once again

The pain of loss is tempered
 As time it stretches on,
 but the ache of missing you
 shall never be truly gone

We know that you are smiling
 and you fill us with your love.
 you swell our heart and fill our souls
 as you shine from up above. x

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Their Sacrifice Made

As boys we left, as men we returned.
 Our thoughts for home, for loved ones we yearned.
 For freedom we fought, with bullet and blade.
 We would end this conflict that was the promise we made.

Fathers, Brothers, Uncles and Sons
 We fought our enemies, we resisted their guns.
 Thoughts of our loved ones spurring us on.
 We would ensure the Great War was finally won.

The night held the fear, the silence unearthly.
 A gunshot rings out, a life taken too early.
 Brothers in arms, together we stood.
 We wanted it over, we would do all that we could.

For many long years war had been waged
 Atrocities committed, that left us enraged.
 The horrors we saw, we would bury inside.
 When our loved ones enquired, our pain we would hide.

We think of our friends, the ones who have fallen.
 Those poor lads that fell, their lives that were stolen.
 For freedom they fought, for liberty they died.
 Remember the soldiers, remember with pride.

A poppy is worn to remember the brave.
 The gallant and worthy that went to their graves.
 A debt we do owe how can we repay?
 Lets bring peace to the world, so they can live a new day.

Armistice day 11/11

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Flames of Desire

Jump, dance, leap and prance.
The flames of passion are growing.
They'll devour us given half a chance.
The basic animal heat is rising
Our passion to much to handle.
Our kisses, longer and longer. Our bodies do the deciding

I see your nakedness for the first time.
I feel this passion deep inside.
Again, I feel the desire beginning it's climb.
Our bodies entwine and explore.
We need each other, wanting more and more.
  
The blood is flowing.
We reach a fervour,
Lost in each other, a light headed euphoria.
It is the precursor to our great finale.
Exhausted, satiated, we rest in each other’s arms.
At complete peace with one another.

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The Trench

We've dug down deep.
We've dug our trench.
This smell of death
We wish to quench.
The mortars fall on muddy field.
The bodies mount in no mans land.
The enemies fight neither wish to yield.
For freedom we wish to stand.
The rats they feed on the rotting flesh.
On friends that have fallen.
They felt the reapers caress.
This trench is evil
It's a living hell.
Filled with the dead,
and their putrid smell.
The trench surrounded by barbed wire.
It's shrouded in mist.
Attacked with machine gun fire.
The lives that are lost.
Their sacrifice made.
We owe them a debt that can never be paid