The stream (all workshops)
There weren’t very many photos back then.
Carefully stored and lovingly treasured,
Mum kept ours in a brightly coloured tin
safe on the bookshelf in our father’s den
bound with elastic to hold down the lid.
There weren’t very many photos back then.
All counted not more than fifty and ten
those black and white images remembered.
Mum kept ours in a brightly coloured tin,
hung over us like an old mother hen
when to see them we begged to be allowed.
There weren’t very many photos back then
I want to eat some children
They’re yummy as can be!
Look! They’re really tasty
I’ll have them for my tea.
I spo’se I’ll have to cook them
No! that’s against the law,
But what else can I do
I cannot eat them raw!
Besides I’m on a diet
And they’re like lumps of ghee
They’ll expand me midriff
beyond capacity.
I’ll snack upon their digits
I know that they’re fat free
Serve them up with salad
Co’s that’s low calorie.
down around the pigsty
news was heard that wailed
one of us has been chosen
as judge to a cockfight down
the road
get out your fine tuxedo
pandering pig
you it is who will adjudicate
cruelest fight this night
down in holler dark
Arise, and walk along these streets,
breathe and partake of the dregs
of the mighty industrial age;
paint the colours of its appeal -
toxic fumes that light the path
to days only just imagined.
Parted lips bare wisdom,
shatter the silence that shackles;
within parched throat, sealed
sounds peal from the belfry -
tender whispers caress
each unknown orphaned heart.
Lift high the banner brave;
let the bitter winds bite
lash fierce its tattered frame,
light gapes through its holes-
When my love is feeling ill
with fever, sore throat, or a chill
or upset stomach, even croup
she sure loves potato soup
So I peel a spud or three
( depending on the size you see )
I take up a large sharp knife
and cut them up for my sweet wife
Then I set water to boil
and add a touch of cooking oil
drop cubed potatoes into pot
and add black pepper ( quite a lot )
Next I stir in lots of milk
add some oregano or its ilk
put in some salt but not too much
and some butter, just a touch
What is a star ?
But something dying
Yet is beautiful
Does anyone miss it ?
When no longer there
Leaving a void
Unreachable
Untouchable
Only meant to be gazed upon in awe
Sharing light
Giving guidance
Symbol of hope
Ablaze
Burning bright
While wearing a façade
Of ice
Many gaze upon you
No one can
Draw near
One day you will fade
Still
An image will
Remain
I lie upon your cooling breasts,
desire's rhythm spent, yet still held
within your warmth, your heated breath;
your fingers smooth along my skin,
then you softly say: "I've never
felt this, before today."
a rickity rainbow of houses and shops
fresh aroma of sugar cane and hops
street musicians sing to the sea
wrong-sided drivers scoff at me
but the amazing part is how I feel!
alive, tingling, shimmering zeal
and an urgent urge to giggle a'loud
..."I want to live here FOREVER!"
sacrifice and bravery
lays open -- bellies of youth --
out fall innocence, and ignorance --
shock comes
with the question
what was I thinking?
playing real war games
real bullets -- real blood
real murder
welcome to where nightmares
are born
don't sleep lest they haunt
you even at rest
daylight is not enough for their taunts
war is not an adventure
it is authorized insanity
Night has fallen, separating
her and I with miles of darkness
yet when I gaze up at new stars
that gleam the joys of her dark eyes
I raise my hands and know that she
feels my carress in moonlight.
New version:-
Night has fallen, separating
her and I with miles of darkness;
yet when I gaze at endless stars
that gleam the joys of her dark eyes
I raise my hands and know that she
feels my touch in moonlight.
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