THE LOST POETRY SHACK

Words and rhyme,penned by the famous
The forgotten and the unknown
Are all unique and never lost
They are only temporarily missing
Stored away for future usage
Stored in shack
The lost poetry shack
Somewhere alone
Strangely remote

Do not despair for even one second
For the company that is kept
In the shack is vast
Meaningful,rhythmic and real
The words are not lonely
They converse with one another
They laugh at
And with each other
They uderstand

Understand each others joy and pain
How it is they came to be lost
Dream of their release again
Virtuosity and patience
Can often be found
Strolling around this language compound
Popularity follows wherever they go
The horded millions
In awe of them both

They stay true to their meanings
And offer great hope
To the infifnite words
Beautiful and sereen
Locked away yes
Lost not ever
Their day is coming
An escape from the shack
Then my friends,no looking back

COSMOPOLITOWN BOY

I am the last of the english posers
Dancing in those shiny black loafers
In the ballroom at the end of the pier
Eyeing underage girls, supping plastic beer

Nows the time to make a real stand
Picture the bellboy on the door of the grand
Not gonna take this shit no more
Wasnt born to be no mans whore

Just another one of the small faces
Entered but never at the races
What ever became of the five `o` clock heroes
Hopes transformed into a thousand zeros

To hell with feeding the ducks in the park
Thats where i go when the day turns dark
Where i reflect on my hopes and fears
And what lies ahead in the modern years

Two fingers to your rules and your GCSE`S
I`m a boy, i`m a boy with no possibilities
Yes i`m gonna wear all the best clothes
All those young dudes will folow in their droves

Way i see it i aint got nothing to lose
Time to be free, pass me the blues
Nobody sees me because i`m not there
I wanna be noticed but my heads in the air

A french line cut and a smart blue suit
Im ny imagination i`m looking right cute
Kicking at cans down gum stained pavements
Watching the masses earning extortionate rents

Its the dawn of another brand new day
Morning papers as usual got nothing to say
Mother with child in a distressing sanctuary
Starbucks an angel of modern society

Is this what they mean by thats entertainment
Standing in the dole queue, another claimant
Cosmopolitan tales of a modernist boy
Trendy and cool but unable to employ

Its a new era reflection on todays youth
Emotionally crippled generations thats the truth
In my regardless mood i`ll keep on moving
Shiny black loafers and non stop grooving

LOCKED INSIDE

A lazy soul kinders no fire
A busy one burns with desire
The devil inside available for hire
To spark the fuse of a funeral pyre
A candle burns a flicker of life
A marrriage consumed by husband and wife
A lifetime together discord is rife
An outside influence comes to the fore
An obstacle so clear yet hard to ignore
A pathway littered like never before
Somewhere along a key to the door

POPPY POWER

Where does it come from
What does it do
A red poppy flower
A symbol of hope
A signal of power

Remember,remember
What they have done
A massacre ordered
But what have they won
Respect and valour from no one

Sixty years,no lessons learned
And still the young boys
Are sent out to test
The new lethal toys
Those left alive always the best

A pawn to a king
A bow to a queen
Another red reef
A sign of their grief
Poppy power beyond belief

Opium wars with
No time for pause
Another young sacrifice
To justify the cause
The power of the poppy flower

SENSIBLE 3RD AND FINAL PART

A sadness does dawn
Of where we are now
This last instalment
Should be published
Somehow
Alas a sigh
Has come through
Loud and clear
Directly from you
Its poetry required
Tall and stout
This mumbo jumbo
Is making you tired

Dont go just yet
You may as well
Stay
Till the bitter end
After all
You were
Here at the start
And it is not
Quite time
For us to part
A tiny bit longer
And it
Will become clear

I cannot create
To supply and demand
But what i can do
Is keep hold of you
Much has been said
About nothing at all
Yet here you still are
So who is the fool
A blush of a face
No need for that
I`ll fall from my perch
Might lose my pen
Would have to begin over again

Enough is enough
I hope you enjoyed
Twelve verses of words
Empty and void
I`ve had the most fun
I ever could have
And now thats it`s over
I feel rather lost
But then there is hope
For all i need do
Is think of something
And write it
For you.

SENSIBLE PART 2

Oh no
I hear you cry
He has returned
That man
Of many words
And little to say
But how
Could i leave
Things as they were
Unfinished
Incomplete
And after all
I have so much to bleet

I now have
A subject
Upon which
To write
I thought
It would come easy
But it
Took me all night
Then in a flash
An inspiration
Was had
I bet your quite glad
Been driving you mad

The topic i chose
Has little
To do
With verse
Or prose
It really concerns
Nothing much more
Than what i`ve
Already said before
The problem i have
Is that i cannot
Recall much at all

Now i`m quite lost
Alone on my log
I must write
Something down soon
Or else i fear
I shall be here
Tomorrow morning
And afternoon
Finally it comes
I know
What to say
The final chapter
Is on its way

SENSIBLE (PART 1)

Welcome to
The intriguingly
Understandable publications
Of a somewhat
Shy and uncertain kind
Tests and tribulations
Not born from
Hours or days
Of forced creation
I simply picked
Up my parker
And this
Is what followed

A few short lines
Of verses and facts
And all good intentions
Is what i require
To come to the fore
And nothing cloudy
Can be penned
Writers block
What does it mean
A stump of oak
Where i can sit
And hopefully dream
All day and night

Of something
More appealing
And less revealing
With an oversized theme
Grand or minor
By now
Your attention
should be witheld
What will
This man
Of fair hand
Begin finally
To talk about

Time to be open
And confess
Of my wit
I have
No ideas
About what
I should utter
So i shall say
A fond farewell
This is the end
But certainly not over
Just for now



PART 2 COMING SOON