Last Commented Ballad Poems (503)

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 an apple tree, two dinner plated startled eyes and jeans without a knee, as beauty slept in rapture behind oaken doors forlorn, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

my recollection hazy, of how I slept that night, unable to articulate my thought with my delight, they made a man of me, strengthening my form, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

breakfast at the table, my eyes fixed to my spoon, with a dozen or so sirens, laughing at my swoon.. and the scent of what I felt heaven was, seemed to be the norm, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

thirty summers later, wife and family too, I chanced on to return there, my memories to renew, said the angel of prosperity, three decades on her form.. come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm

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' I replace

time dragged on when I was gone
my love I failed to warn her
about the rendezvous I shared with you
in a pub.. on poet's corner

"I'm the ghost of every girl you've loved"
your spectre said to me
I'll haunt your mind.. till you go blind
and then I'll let you be

and the bird that nested in the eve
fed its young in Byron's sleeve
in the pub
on poet's corner

hence every night my daily fight
is a scramble to emerge
strong and well from the bowels of hell
where the dark and madness merge

where music from the walls
is bled
by DJ spectres
and souls undead

and the bird that nested in the eve
told me that I'd never leave
the pub
on poet's corner

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
a psychotic walrus..! "
shouts he
from kerbside chamfered bivouac

guffaws
from staff
onlookers
bystanders


nickname..
tattoo

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 beyond
a thing you'd quote

I see the words
of girls I knew
fade amongst
the morning dew

I hear your strings
at evening's fade
your head sleeps on
my shoulder blade

Remembering the night
Where the moon and stars saw us
How you you take away the cold night
By your kisses and and warm touch
Where the cold waves breaks the silence
Im thrilled by your love touches me
As the sand goes all over to tickles us
My happiness gives a little moaning
Where the wind dance and breeze all over
Right there, where in the midst of vague night
Its only us that shines through

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 kindness
escaped from her mind

down at the station
her parent's creation
stares at my troubles
and takes them away

folks said they knew her
they hardly saw her
ivory feathers
under her clothes

not of this planet
she dips like a gannet
exiting waters
unswimmed, unsailed

I never.. kept a picture
but her features
are scripture
frescoed tiles

on the walls of my dreams

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 a lion in winter
from the owner
of an average heart

some women
sail when it's easy
some women
take on all tides

for every man
on a deck feeling queasy
there's a port
where a true one resides

now I don't doubt
you woman
you'll find another man
on your chart

all that I do know
is that for certain
he'll be the owner
of an average heart

some varnish it cracks
in the setting
some paint
it will outlast time

some women know the man
they are getting
some women are as weak
as the brine

me I'll go out
in all weather's
see I found a french vessel
at mart

and she's strong in the ways
that you weren't
and she's the owner
of a savage ol' heart

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 plan

oh Honda you look so fine
you got less torque
but I don't wanna die
so help me honda
help me get her outta my mind..

help me honda
help help me honda
help me honda
help help me honda
help me honda
help help me honda

Help me honda.. yah
get her outta my heart

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 California
a thousand souls did track
in a sea of rhyming couplets
love just brought her back

her enigmatic measure
a pen as gambler's stake
once I thought she smiled at me
as eye did surface break

all currents are concurrent
all hungers grow with sate
all equals carry conscience
all actions carry fate

the new fleets of media
near hunt her to the brink
yet she thrives
where no man dives

a thirst beyond a drink

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 some killing
or run like hell
if you're not willing
will yu be red and or yellow Jamie Lad?

On a Gatesheed steed
Yu wa hasting
up t Jethart
they wo chasing
ride on looking fo the dreams yu niva had

Noo rest in peace
doon there in Durham
and yu'll be sure
t git ya pardon
but play ya pipes play foriva Jamie lad