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Monday, May 01, 2017

May Day Poem 2017 (Nairobics version)

AND ANYTHING BIGGER THAN RHINOCEROS
Apprehend retribution and anything bigger than Rhinoceros
The city grows exponentially as the hoards of the poor increase
Nobody knows the fine art of devaluation like the corrupt
Bent as a nine bob note he goes for the proverbial jugular
Dollars and cents unimportant as the great wall of Chihuahua
All these self important people running around chasing their own tails
They’ll tell you anything they think you want to hear like it or not sideways
We’re both doing the same thing in different back yards digging doesn’t help
When the balloon goes up we all get burnt not just those that play with fire
We all try to make our mark sometimes too casually but someday…
Careful what you wish for there’s a ball and chain welded to that railing
Her smile is deadly and her voice will mesmerise you if you let it
Love is just out of reach just beyond the fence that you can’t jump over
Different cities will flash through your memory as you tune back in
Who are you and why/how often do you come to this great place to pray?
He walks out of the cathedral blinking in the warm sunlight outside
Everybody’s a number now they have all been fish chipped and tattooed
She thinks I’m following her in the rain with a broken umbrella
At the tailors he bought a suit had it altered smart as a Munchkin
Jointed disappointed… and anything bigger than Rhinoceros
010517/1 Nairobics version 

The original version of this piece is on my STSTS blog.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

No Turning Back...

IT’S NOT JUST MONEY
Joy at last lasting joy peace the bells are ringing shouting screaming out
Rejoicing in the Saviour - where is He now - how do we live by faith
They set you up to let you down delighted when you fall and you will

Because everybody does and from a great height when they walk by sight
Even you and I there is no getting away from them when they come
Deadly as the different ones when they arrive beating down your door  

Who are you where are you what is your understanding of the whole thing
The situation that you have entangled yourself with for so long
The hole that you have dug for yourself deeper and deeper into debt

Down the darkest of slippery slopes until there is no turning back
Yet there is always a chance another way a change of direction
And a change of heart because it’s not just money that can break the bank

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All my NaPoWriMo posts are on my STSTS blog

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Feeling Blue Song # 692

SO LONG SINCE
(THE LAST TIME)
This time last week
I was out with somebody new
She was unique
But now I’m feeling blue

All I did was sing her a song
And every little thing went wrong

So long since the last time
The national pastime...

This time last week
I was out with somebody new
She was unique
But now I’m feeling blue

All I did was sing her a song
And every little thing went wrong
Repeat

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Friday, April 14, 2017

Belfast Blues

WHERE DANDELIONS GROW
I met this girl she meant all the world to me
And nobody knows where dandelions grow but me
Surprise surprise she had brown eyes
Then when she smiled at me…
I melted when I heard her voice
She sounded so good and she understood
But nobody knows where dandelions grow but me

I met this girl she meant all the world to me
And nobody knows where dandelions grow but me
Surprise surprise she had brown eyes
Then when she smiled at me…
I melted when I heard her voice
She sounded so good and she understood
But nobody knows where dandelions grow but me

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For Cathy

PORTAFERRY
As I was going to Portaferry
Happy as Larry dee dandelion jam
I met a maiden but she didn’t care, Dun-drum dee...
She had brown eyes and beautiful hair
As she drove on to Portaferry

Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam
Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam

On the hill is Scrabo Tower says she
Happy as Larry dee dandelion jam
Up up the apples and pears she sang, Dun-drum dee...
She looked so sweet and ever so rare
As she drove on to Portaferry

Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam
Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam

We took the Tom and Jerry to Strangford
Happy as Larry dee dandelion jam
For to watch The Grand National there, Dun-drum dee...
My horse Vicente fell at the first fence
Her thoroughbred looked as lively as Ned

Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam
Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam

It must have been something that I said
Happy as Larry dee dandelion jam
I should cut my tongue right out of my head, Dun-drum dee...
Such a sweet maiden but she didn’t care
We took the boat back to Portaferry

Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam
Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam

The Lough was choppy and cold as we crossed
Happy as Larry dee dandelion jam
Castles and Abbeys, ruins everywhere, Dun-drum dee...
So much to see and so much to share
When we drove down to Portaferry

Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam
Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam

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Thursday, April 13, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017

All my NaPoWriMo posts this year are on my 
Straight Talking Street Talking Sweet...  bloggage.

Tuesday, February 07, 2017

Artistic as art deco

MUCH TOO LATE
(TO RETREAT)
Devastated by it all
Waiting for it to happen
It’s unreal
My friends all look like old men
They look the way that I feel
Suddenly

Football for gladiators
More than an arena game
Score or die
The moon on a lolly stick
Stuck waiting for the cheese man
To come home

Dripping like honey
Begging for the biggest half
Cereal killers
My premeditated sin
The hellishness of Hades
God save me

Last day of January
Cold but not really too cold
Could be snow
Pointless as eyeless needles
You really have been stitched up
Kipperville

Artistic as art deco
Waterboarding in Cuba
Dodge Sedan
The night that the roof fell in
Coincided with the blitz
On London

His personal soup kitchen
Eating for Australia
Down under
Constructing with plastic bricks
The Lego camper van man
Went camping

Burnt by the rub of the green
The ball ends up in the rough
And tumbles
Happy to talk to herself
She sits around chunnering
About things

There is a message for you
You chose to be here with me
Together 
Leave it for they can’t take it
We need to make it easy
For the few

Alcohol and drugs don’t mix
Why upset the apple cart
Calvados
Wintering in Tenerife
Snow atop of Mount Teide
Hit the beach

She waits for that special star
Hanging behind the dark cloud
And follows
If nothing lasts for ever
Why is forever nothing
Mind bending

Straight as a broken arrow
Flying in the midday sun
On target
If you’re in you’re in too deep
Suddenly it’s much too late
To retreat

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Tuesday, January 10, 2017

All of the words (that I never wrote down)...

OUT OF MY HANDS
Jesus my life my Lord and my saviour
Not what I want but what you want for me
I would be crazy to doubt your power
You made the lame walk and the blind to see

Jesus I’m watching and reading your word
So Lord please make me to listen to you
Your love is greater than that of this world
It’s out of my hands the things that you do

Every little song that I sing is here
All of the words that I never wrote down
It’s so good to know to know you are near
And that you will be with me in this town

Great clouds of witnesses gather around
To listen to this sweet lyrical sound

90117

Wednesday, January 04, 2017

Song #680

HAPPY PEOPLE
We are happy people
From a mythical place
Under the spotlight
We are happy people
We are happy people
From a mythical place
Under the spotlight
We are happy people

Outside Jersey Street Mill
There stands a Jack with his Jill
Singing nursery rhymes
From a mythical time

Under the gas light
They are a happy couple

In Ancoats Cottonopolis
There is so much bliss
Jill singing to her man
Jack be nimble - if you can

Under the street light
They are a happy couple

A shoe shop assistant
In that mythical age
But Jill was insistent
She could have been on stage

Under the spotlight
They are a happy couple

We are happy people
From a mythical place
Under the spotlight
We are happy people
We are happy people
From a mythical place
Under the spotlight
We are happy people
Repeat

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