Category: Po-et-tree & Vurz!

Bad Boy

He wants a front row ticket

To my destruction

He’s a broken mirror

Seven years bad luck

But I murdered the feelings inside

Chopped off their heads

They ran around

Like headless chickens for a while

Then dropped down dead.

Mustard Seed Steps

I’m taking mustard seed steps

To get where I ought

These steps are going to take

Much longer than I thought

But, you know baby steps

Always lead to motion

That move mountains

And are cast into ocean

Move that mountain

With just the faith of a seed

A small amount

That you couldn’t even see!

This insignificant little seed

Grows into a mighty tree

‘And birds of the air,

Will come and lodge in its branches’

And just like that tiny seed

That appears to have no power

You think you have no power

Over a mountain

But you can say to this mountain, move.

Yes, mountain, I’m talking to you!

And it will move

And nothing

Absolutely nothing

Will be impossible for you.

The Sun Will Shine Again…Soon.

The sun will shine again…soon

And then we will be happy

But we could happy right now

Instead of looking to some future day or time…

…that will ALLOW us to be happy.

If only…

if only this, that, or the other could happen/come true

THEN I’ll be happy

But no,

We only fool ourselves

If we cannot be happy

With what we have right now.

We will never be

So the sun will not shine again…soon.

It shines now.

Tier 3

Tears before bedtime

And Tears before tea

Tiers before lockdown

Tiers- one, two, three.

Tears, it will all end in

And Tiers they will make

Tears on my face

And not Tiers on a cake.

Tears like raindrops

Tiers are rules

Tears for release

And Tiers for fools.

Tears show we love

Tiers – our cage

Tears make us fear

Tiers keep us ‘safe’

Tears are emotion

Tiers leave us cold

Tears of our youth

Tiers getting old

Tears with friends

Tiers alone.

Tears with lovers

Tiers- at home.

Swim With Other Writers

When you swim with other writers

You can’t help getting wet

If you’re interested

In others writing

And you delve into the artists net

If you appreciate

Their words

And their feelings

In print

If you empathise

With what they say

And run when they sprint

If you respect other writers

And are inspired by their goals

If you’re encouraged by their fruitfulness

And the honey that flows

If you actually like other writers

And aren’t intimidated

When they win

If you’re not jealous of them

And comfortable

In your own writing skin

Then you my friend

Will go far

In your writing endeavours

You’ll soar in the sky

With rainbow coloured feathers

When you fly with other writers

You’ll always be inspired

Your energies will revive

Each other

And you’ll never grow tired

If you help other writers

Lift them up

And make them strong

This will be a family

And you will belong.

PreLockdown Tension

Prelockdown tension

Is too tight to mention

It doesn’t make me sore

I’ve been here before

We’ve all been here

We know the drill

But prelockdown tension

Is making me ill

Actually it’s not.

It’s quite okay

I’m thinking I’ll

Get through it

In the usual way

It’s all about compliance

It’s just like the first one

It’s not rocket science

It’s not a big con

And wash your hands of course

I know that you do

As England goes into

Lockdown Version 2

We know we won’t put up

much of a fight

As we all turn into pumpkins

At midnight.

You’re Never Too Old For The Punk In Your Soul

You’re never too old for the punk in your soul

For your dream and your goal

And to take back what they stole

You’re never too old for the hope of the lost

You know what it cost

It stung like a wasp

A million times stung

And a song unsung

But it matters not

You can turn it back

Flip it on its head

Say feck you instead

Stay humble and sweet

An Angel on your feet

Generous and kind

A non judgemental mind

You’re never too old to mend the hole

You’re never too old for the punk in your soul.

(Fauxcroft inspired me to write this through his poem called ‘No More Gigs For Me‘)

He Chopped Off Her Head

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

And I gave you a wedding band

And then we had some very good years

I know that we did thrive

And every day I thought I was

The luckiest man alive

One night you crept into the 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 our 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 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 your bodies 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 scoundrel 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