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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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 …
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 …
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.
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 …
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 …
woke up in bed, offsidethe kettle whistle blewgot sent off to the bathroomand had an early shower put on the company coloursand got to the club canteenhad a team talk on the match aheadand went over tactics with the big man feigned diving in the officeand got a red card for foul playfined for bringing …
Predictable predictors get so used to predicting what will happen,it’s almost like nothing does.Snatching depression from the jaws of happinessthey wear puppets on their gloves. Isn’t it just the waythat bottles of wine spin at the end of the daywhen things were just getting better?When it seemed there were enough hours left to out-welcome any …
It’s a yes.The best of the best.The future looks bright.Looking forward to Good Morning with a Good Night. Anything can happen and it will.It can only go right, Jack and Jill.There’s a hundred reasons why.A change for the better is nigh. Think positive.Is there anything against you can argue with?Love will winand if it doesn’t, …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 