Don’t feel part of this world.Light a fag and swirl off into space and swirling smoke.Nah, can’t be botheredbut got a psychedelic wheel when an angel spoke.
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Love Whenever
Don’t ever doubt my love for you.Sing those romantic songs cos I wrote them.Broke down for you, felt them from the heart.Every flower, every stem. Troubles come and troubles go.People come and people go.In moments when all seems lost and stands still,I’ll love you and always will.
Ekaterina
That was quite a kissthat would last decadesunder a night sky no one could missunless blind or so unromantic it fades. How a heart gets bloody.How the anatomy of cruelty rules.How someone can seeand then change into a leader of fools. Your name was on my lips,now a name in infamy.When the tipping point tipslove …
Poem about love on day Christine Mc Vie died
So, we got into scrapes.Arguments that weren’t even worth discussing.If we had an ounce of sense,we would have let it lie from birth. We made sure we were different.At loggerheads for the sake of it.What happened baby? Being stubborn?Or just well into it? So, I’ll carry on drinking.Carry on thinking.Making obvious rhymes.Playing innocent to obvious …
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The Complete Collection of Lies
They came in with the tide, from a shipwreck and an old seadog’s cry:So ingrained, they became grains of sand by and by.Hidden in an hourglass, so sky-highthey got lost back in time, my oh my. An exotic head with a black glass-eyewas buried so deep any tear would drybefore it had a chance to …
On the brink of a blink
There are lots of moments you should have been there.Moments we would have laughed about something someone said or did.Some place that would have been to shareOr, if not, to be told where it was hid. Now, nostalgia is very easy to print and bind or download and save that very day.Moments the brain’s lowly-paid …
Jubilee (1977)
Record Day
All records had been broken.Anyone who had ever sung or played was to be forgotten.Police enquiries and sleeve notes had shown their muscle and brawn.No more copyright rights. Any artistic spirit would be released to the state born.
Writer’s block
Readers revolutionaryOr orthodoxPass sentence on yoursAnd you may be for the chop. With poetic justicePoetic licence backfiresAs, rather than dry up,You wax lyrical to your heart’s desire. But little white liesCan blacken your nameAs charged with poetreasonThey rumble your game. While whatever you writeMay be taken down in evidence against youThe public want their penny’s …
mouse on a wheel
or is it man on a wheel?no time to think aboutwhat you feelyou’re out of shapeyou can’t work it outyou can’t keep upwith what life’s aboutit’s work work workthe rat race at your feetyou look aheadthrough the people you meetkeep running my friendyou’ll get to the endbut when you dodon’t blame yourselfif you die of …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 