an new one about my mum god i'm bored!


Golden.

don’t go to the cemetery for I shall not be there
my spirit has been lifted up I float within the air
don’t think of me with sadness for their unjust mistake
I glide a across the oceans, mountains, hills and lakes

don’t stand by my graveside and mourn what might have been
along you go and live your life and see new sights unseen
don’t think of all the faces gone both near and far
I move across the cosmos and play amongst the stars

don’t you bring cut flowers to lay down by my side
I drift past petals living and blow through meadow wide
don’t rein down tears of sorrow or wring your hands in woe
I dance with unborn children all laughing as we go

don’t mark our time together by shutting out the rest
live among the living death is just a test
don’t worry for the future cos’ at the close of day
as Robert Frost once put it ‘nothing gold can stay’

ok, so here is a rain poem, I wrote it while I was ill in bed for two days
I looked at my window on a gray dank ‘normal’ English day! I just needed something to make me smile. although with the way global warming is going I don’t think the smiles will last with floods from Devon to Yorkshire and at least three deaths and millions of £s worth of damage.
p.s I think I have just sucked all the fun out of this!

The Race.

the speckled beads of drizzling rain
are sliding down my window pane
a competition half forgotten
of start and stop to reach the bottom

they glide and jostle to gain position
a ruless game steeped in tradition
from dreary from I watch the game
that could not be without the rain

has this been sent from heaven high
to lift our spirits under gloomy sky
they drip from ledge to puddled floor
and await the suns return once more

then once again begins the game
of chasing racing window rain.

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School photo

who will be the burglar and who will be the whore
who will be the down and out that’s passed out on the floor
who will be the postman the student reading law
and who will be the policeman who’s not talked to anymore

who will be the dentist the doctor or the priest
I hope we do get one of these we must get one at least
who will be the rapist and who will be the nun
who will be the holiday rep with summers full of fun

I have been their teacher, the camera flash of light
there’s nothing more that I can do, I hope there be alright

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anyone out their like poetry? feel free to write any thoughts you may have
or add any of your own. Gary

this one was a bit weird I had gone around my ex mother in-laws
to sort out her boiler which kept tuning off following the recent
death of her husband. I got goose bumps all over as I arrived
when the temperature plummeted. it was like ice and it
wasn’t the heating! I pick up my pen and pad and wrote.

‘as lay sleeping in my box they dragged me from my grave
and dressed me in a suit of clothes I only just had made’

but then I thought that makes no sense!! but it gave me the start
and I ran with it ..lol isn't poetry great in all it's forms?

going backwards.

as lay sleeping in my box they dragged me from my grave
and dressed me in a suit of clothes I only just had made
they laid me out for all to see and made me fill quite nice
then said a sermon over me and away ebbed all my life

they turn off all my life supports as I laid in that ward
I’d forgotten all the green cross code the way I’d once been schooled
they put me in an ambulance I bounced high off that car
as I lay bleeding in the road I wasn’t going far

the party that they gave was nice they made me leave my job
the swinging of the pendulum from the presentation clock
my only child’s just had her third and they are doing fine
we moved into our house today and it is just divine

we never had an honeymoon on the day that we were wed
we had to save our money up I was always easy led!
and then I joined the army and I had to get a job
a time to drink and celebrate with pals that were demobbed

they put an dunces cap on me and stood me on the stool
we really needed money but mum said I needed school
then I saw an bright light and was shot into this world
as I lay growing in the womb all crinkled up and curled

at last I’m first I’ve beat the rest exhausted by the swim
the only thing left to decide is am I her or him!

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Poetry book.

tucked up with a poetry book
that’s a thing I’ve never done
it isn’t me at all you see
in fact, it’s more my mum

going out and staying late
drinking, having fun
dancing all the night away
then hiding from the sun

but later I’ve been hearing words
as I lay down in bed
when I get tired, just dropping off
they dance around my head

all these words, play on my mind
and rattle through my brain
and if I don’t just write them down
I know I’ll go insane

It’s written in a poem form
the way I know is best
I put down things I deeply feel
to lay my mind to rest

this seems to be an older thing
that’s best not talked about
what would my friends and family say
if they were to find this out

see, tucked up with a poetry book
is a thing I’ve never done
although I’m getting older now
for that…. I’m far to young!

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down and out.

here you are, the policeman said
he lowered his voice and bowed his head
he gave some broth, a piece of bread
the snow fell fast around his bed

he looked up slow, with eyes of ice
he has no child, he has no wife
a bed of box and paper made
the safest place he'd ever stayed

the cardboard homes of London town
where tourist stops are never planned
the begging refuse sadly stand
while county hall just wash their hands

‘tis the season to be jolly’
but not for him, he has no lolly
he's seen this many times before
as he'd lain frozen on the floor

his outstretched hands shook with cold
his things have gone, they've all been sold
with trusty dog sat by his side
a dirty man that's lost his pride

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Bittersweet.

pictures that we should of took
and things I should of said
the ghosts that haunt my waking hours
and sleep while I’m in bed

although you left and went away
we said it’s for the best
I know you often think of me
a bit more that the rest

remembering all the love we had
and all the time we shared
remembering all the words we spoke
the times you said, you cared

to just go back and start again
a thing I wouldn’t do
I thought I knew and loved a girl
the girl, is no more you

when you left and time when by
you said ‘can we be friends’
but time will never heal the pain
or ever make amends.

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E’s

her head was still banging
her vision was blurred
all she remembered
was screams she had heard

she woke by herself
in a dingy cold cell
and tried not to heave
at the horrible smell

she looked at the walls
with their writings so bold
and cried for of her friend
who would never grow old

a parent’s worse nightmare
would knock at their door
a heart broken mother
would fall to the floor

she thought of the advert
for ‘just saying no’
and then of the party
she’d made her friend go

she just couldn’t help her
well what could she do?
she sat by her friend
with her head down the loo

it didn’t seem fair
it was only one pill
her rigid cold body
so lifeless and still

the party was wicked
the atmosphere great
but what did it matter
she’d just lost her mate

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Gutted

I’ll never forgive and I’ll never forget
and I’ll always remember the things that you said
you never told me why you hated me so
this won’t go away I just want you to know

you cowardly made out to not understand
as you stuck in the dagger and twisted your hand
it’s funny the feelings that ran through my mind
I always thought you were so loving and kind

I laid in my bed and I tried not to cry
I felt so upset and I wanted to die
I woke every hour cold sweats through the night
till dark disappeared and along came the light

as bottles and cans piled up on the floor
I wanted to go and not live here no more
then time crawled away and the calendar turned
my hatred had grown through the things I had learned

but if you’ve a heart and it’s not made of stone
I want you to know that you’ve cut to the bone
you’re walking a tightrope I know you will fall
and although we talk we say nothing at all

you’re having a laugh and you’re out all the time
you don’t think of me or you’re hideous crime
but when you come home and you turn out the light
I bet you can’t sleep with the deafening quiet

so don’t say good night and I won’t have a kiss
I’ll try not to think of the years that we’ll miss
times a great healer you’ve heard it been said
my healing won’t start till the day that I’m dead.

Copyright ©2007

Jeeeeeeeez....