Month: April 2019

Karaoke Madness

I once had karaoke madness

That Japanese fad

I sung like a cat

I was really that bad

I thought I was Beyonce

Thought I was No.1

It was never going to happen

I was always going to bomb

All my friends were watching

And cringing quite a bit

And later on they told me

That I was really rather…

…not good at all

Karaoke madness

Made me want to run and hide

Made everyone go deaf

And really hurt my pride

Karaoke Madness

It got me in the end

Burned me more than once

Sent the crowd round the bend

From now on, I’ll value my fellow humans

And the ears in their head

I’ll stay away from karaoke

And sing in the bath instead.

He Chopped Off Her Head

(One of the writing prompts/exercises/homework for the poetry group I go to, was to write a ballad. So I wrote one).

Your eyes were like two pools of blue

Your hair as soft as silk

Your lips were like a red, red rose

Your skin as white as milk

I asked if you would walk with me

I asked you for your hand

You promised to love me true

I gave you a wedding band

And then we had some very good years

And I know that we did thrive

But one night you crept into my bed

And you were cold as ice

You had been out all night

And from your lips came lies

I found the man who stole your heart

The man who turned your head

I found the man who took my love

I found him in my bed

I loved you more than life itself

I loved you, oh so much

You have surely broken me

And now my mind is touched

I was enraged, I saw red

I just didn’t know what to do

I’m quite sure that I lost my head

Now you will lose yours too

I took an axe high in the air

In frenzy, I did swing

I chopped off your lovely head

And then took back my ring

And before he had a chance to run

I took him out as well

There was some blood, just a bit

Before his body fell

I burned the corpses that same night

And put your heads on stakes

And now you are together forever

And lots of love can make

And now I’ve found another love

Only now it’s me who’s blue

For I’m a rogue and a scroundrel you see

And I am never true

I wish and hope with all my heart

She’ll find me in our bed

With another, in adultery

And she’ll chop off my head

Possibility

The possibility of anything

Is never black or white

Many colours in the middle

Not just dark or light

The feasibility of something

That is the key

Mathematically, is it viable

How attainable will it be?

Some of us will go searching

In the dark, for years, we’ll grope

But what’s the probability

What’s the chance of hope?

Where’s the practicality

Of our most treasured goal

There is untold power

In the desire of our soul

You have to take part

Scientifically, that’s the case

Our odds do go up

When we take part in the race

Take the opportunity

When it comes near

Strengthen capability

Step up a gear

Fate and destiny

Will always play a part

If you’re spiritually minded

You’ll have a good head start

It’s really quite conceivable

Just between me and you

That, in eventuality

Your dreams can come true

I’ve Been Looking For Miracles In All The Wrong Places

I’ve been looking for miracles in all the wrong places

where nutrient rich soil was never there

where the ground was barren and rocky and bare

where weeds choked the stems that pushed from below

that strangled the plants that dared to grow.

I’ve been looking for miracles in all the wrong places

wherever it slips and slides, hope can’t take hold,

seeds can’t flourish

in Antartic cold.

The miracles I was seeking

only grow in the light

and can’t live where the air is foul

Where shadows fall

And demons prowl

But now…

Now, I’m looking for miracles

In all the right places

Ideal conditions

Not too far

Watered with kindness and patience and love

That’s where my miracles are.