covid19
Unseen Silent your there Can't be seen You wander You lurk Victims you seek The weak the volunable The sick Victims of all to the ends of earth From victims breath you lurk You don't care For your the killer of the weak
In The Next Life
I'd ease the pain for love.
Distance
Dreamin' for a no ordinary love.
kiss
you and me sitting on the edge of memory the radio sings about the things we want to do your kisses bring a rising spring of honeydew its gonna be a long memory searching for the taste of your sweet love it's been a long time s
covid 19
there was a girl in china but the radio signal died I told her we were hundred to keep her spirit but I lied people started dropping in the spring of seventeen the white coat fellas called it it was nothing they had seen I am a collection
tales of the everyday
For John Prine
Angel from Montgomery
John Prine RIP
(I Guess) She Doesn't Love Me Any More....
Another written as a song... Old country style... Was written for the ONE who I found and lost.
theoretical physics
cambridge on a sunny morn a professor deep in thought a quasi quantum quandary his mind now overwrought now the kernel of dilemma the cause of his unease? with fish and chips for dinner.. should I go with mushy peas? symbiotic clarit
three cheers for the blues
two dogs had I I have to say called one Hipp Hipp called one Hooray Hipp Hipp a husky fearsome, true Hooray a spikey Kerry Blue and so I built my cabin small we hunted game from Spring to Fall time moving on from then to this
Life
My own creation
Cold Turkey
I raised my own turkey one year, to be part of our Yuletide fare, he lived in the house like a pet, and we spared no expense on his care. When it came to the fateful day, for the gathering to be fed, it was with a heavy heart, I took an axe
The Walrus and the Carpenter (The Sequel)
“We have eaten all the oysters,” the Carpenter proclaimed. The Walrus looked around to see no single one remained. “They were so plump and tasty, though, we hardly can be blamed.” The Walrus and the Carpenter walked off along the sand, the
the wild road
Hearts? yes be they a bell still dimly all a chime though faint and pure it sleeps a'rest neath the fraying canvass of time yet what is comfort friend? what is rest and what balances the ledger of your heart when all her m
the face of god
I took a walk in ancient clothes across your face, a mile and as I tired I took a rest in the corner of your smile my crops slept in barren fields before my primary death then your eyes became a sun and moon as birds danced in your breath
Don't know!
brought a tear to my eye with artistic feelings and beauty every word that was written
When You're with Me
The feeling when there's love.
shelter from the dorm
twas a time of fresh worn innocence, eighteen years of age, and the writ of my experience fell short upon the page, ragged as a student who had never eaten warm, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm hardly out of smallburg, green as a
the pub on poet's corner
I was mending a hull 'neath the crying gull when the call came down the line my dad had gone.. his time had come and a world of hurt was mine left my girl to anger swirl told her "needed space" but I was dust.. not even lust could the hurtin
walrus
a white cloud of teeth approaches looks.. and reconsiders 02:03 at the nightclub a confrontation I work the door a struggle we trade I remove the bigger man he sees his own blood my squat silhouette heavy goatee "you are just
the song of evening
I was never taught how music's sold and bought all I know is every girl I ever knew had lyrics.. but never you girl you are a celtic air a blend of strings when no-one's there no need for lines nor lyrics wrote a warmth
Remembering
Just something about the past
girl from elsewhere
there'll be people on sundays standing in doorways praying to statues they want to believe her face amongst many a sunflowered penny shined by the daylight lucky to some her eyes azure curtains as nothing was certain a flowering kin
the girl after.. the girl after you
old boats they can charm any ocean fibreglass lord knows runs afoul and for every newsflashy gimmick there's a hundred year handcrafted dowel see I do not blame you woman for quitting on summer's depart see you can't expect
farewell BMW
Well I took a heavy spill and I royally broke a part of my head I wrote off my motorcycle and I spent three months in a bed well she was gonna be my bike I was gonna be her man but a truck got between us and it quickly put an end to my
the blue whale
we tracked it with technology we fixed a tracing ring in the hope of reading data the haunted click to sing we followed her in boats she pitched a role to play we watched her shoal a stanza as time zones fell away she beached in Californ
Jamie Allen
JAMIE ALLEN Play ya pipes & hey em dancin drinking wine and a prancing play ya pipes Jamie Allen like ya daa Run on wild tek tha hand tek tha bodies tek tha land run on wild, run em ragged, run em mad Tek Geordies shilling t de s
summer's end
summer goodbye next year we'll fly she told me... when leaves turn to gold and the whole world gets cold and snows be.. there's a scar in my mind to kindness I'm blind I told her.. but her warmth is a tile on the roof of her smile an
I'll Set You Free
Letting go of someone
wrapped hands
all I was given was strength a dull and blunted tool I stare out at beauty with the clarity of a fool all I was given was ferocity a rulebook without rules a limited life vocabulary an outdated set of tools all you were given was beauty
ships (1847)
your giant ships sailed out the tide to block my village far and wide to plunder food from famine soil to thieve our hope with our own toil forced to leave our barren lands we dug the streets with broken hands we built your ro
roads and all
well heaven knows and heaven lies I'm driving down this road under stationary skies distances are vast I can see no end it's easy just to cruise it's easy to pretend if my truck was an angel if my truck had wings I'd fly past the c
the girl in the poster
they said misfortune stalked you.. they said that life was hard in the genetic school of poker you were dealt the hardest card a rogue gene: you misshapen henceforth they would detect but all I see is beauty in the poster I inspect it w
the last Irish wolf, 1786
to the day the darkness brings an end I am the last Irish wolf the darkness is my friend they killed me and they skinned me as the virgin snows a'fell but the tavern's cheers are qualified they know I wait in hell I am the pee
guitar
I spent Monday just walking through town.. searching for magical.. timbers of brown Tuesday's arrival.. flooded my deck.. from the truest of branches.. I fashioned your neck I spent Wednesday doing nothing at all.. till a bird with your voice..
some nights
when the river is gentle when sound runs and sighs when starlight is music when I first heard your lies your blonde hair silk curtains fell over my world and it robbed me of daylight on the night it unfurled some nights I can't sleep
Seek
This is a short poem of a heart hoping even in fear.It is incomplete,words pouring out of me in a few seconds. Commanding me to bring these feelings to life and I did because words too need to breathe.
rusted trucks
carrie walked out of the diner.. her shift was nearing its end.. and the trees made love in the darkness.. and her eyes to a smile did pretend talks about music and college.. did rise and fall on the air.. and a heart that once loved another.. for
I'm Cast Down
(*) this is not my experience, ( long ballad)! Poor man's life. . ; It has poor ryhming and meter in places ; I'll stop trying to fix myself, And step into a brand new life . O Jesus, I messed up very badly, Can you help me in a new start, Can you forgive a real sinner , Im sorry for all the wrong i've done , Wash me with your forgiveness, I'll try to walk a better path , Be the man I ought to be , Read your Word for direction, And live in Your Liberty . this is the finish.
"Bluebell"
she was crying in the sea unloved and worn she spoke to me her heart and boards were long ripped out her diesel engine left in doubt yet I heard her heard her true in her estuary of blue mud it held her held her fast a defian
the willow signs her name on the river
when the playing cards fall from the poker game of life in name or in spirit I'll always call you wife you watched me live my dreams as I trapped the river, free you only caught a fleeting glimpse of how we used to be the river shares
the artist
our tale begins midwinter in austere and ancient rooms.. where landlords sold satanic ales to drink away life's glooms a tortured artist drinks alone his circumstances dire sheltering in his suffering ways adjacent to the fire the world h