Most Liked Ballad Poems (503)

Can anyone yet say
When fair winds will again play
Along the hills of my blue West Virginia?

In better of times
Coal flowed rich from the mines
My son you just had to have been there

But along '59
Big machines rolled online
And the young wives of miners saw worry

Beginning of the end?
No they could not pretend
Their dreams become a cold coal dust slurry

Twas mighty colliers hands
That did build up this land
Till their seasons bled through gray December

And when it's my time
Bury me deep in a coal mine
So my West Virginia miner's soul will remember

we came from near
we came from far
to trust the truth
to duel and spar
to stand upon
the hill of scarves
to nurture all
that darkness starves

"what then? cried Shankly's ghost.. what then?"

we lost our souls
all ninety six
and wrote their names
upon the bricks
and lit a flame
on every shirt
so justice knew
their family's hurt
and sang
"you'll never walk alone"
through Madrid Squares
and dusty Rome

what then?.. cried the the thief of time, what then..?

we woke to greet
the phantom dawns
as passion fought
the corporate pawns
to bleed away
and leverage hope
to bitter end
we burned the rope
and rose again
as europe fell
to the hoards of light
of brave redmen

what then? cried Shankly's ghost.. what then?

the world fell in
to viral rage
that stopped the streets
so fell the blade
and took the dream
and ran away
and stole each light
each smiling ray
but nonetheless
the truth did out
as scousers smiled
from every mouth

thirty years since tropy shown
its true..
"you'll never walk alone"

Life is fragile
Life is limited
Wonder why there is life
Does God feel lonely without any human life entertainment ?
Does God love to watch all of the suffering of the human life ?
It's a mystery ....
It's a misery .....
Life seems allright in the beginning ....
But it gets complicated and sad when the time goes by
It's just an illusion
It's not eternal....
But our spirit will be eternal forever ...
It's a mystery ...
It's a stage created by God to entertain himself
By human suffering and sadness ..
Eventhough we don' t admit it
Oh... life
Auooooo....( tarzan's yell )

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
both moving on
to canine bliss

Yet most nights
I often pray
for my dear friends
Hipp Hipp.. Hooray!

Hipp Hipp.. Hooray!
Hipp Hipp.. Hooray!

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 clarity
coupled with his fate
yet the "mushyness" of peas
was abhorrent to his plate

order over chaos
his findings quite profound
yet a theorist
must work backwards
to a premis pure and sound

he expressed as a formula
elegant and wise
he wrote it on a post-it note
and sent it to the guys

twenty minutes later
his mobile broke the breeze
and a tired gruff glaswegian cried:
" I cannot read Chinese!"

a lifetime to remember
by waiting to forget
two hands on a fender
sliding down a fret

the speed of the sound
of lonliness
smooth pebbles on a strand
they say God wrote down some music
on the back of JP's hand

I thought I could write
I thought I knew a line
that was before
I heard John Prine

this world can be a liar
but he could never be
I ain't hurting nobody
my mind's in Lake Marie


time would be a healer
just two days behind
"All The Best" he sung out
to movies in his mind

Hello In there, Dear Abby
Paradise calls you home
to an Angel from Montgomery
tired of being alone

Thats The Way the world goes round a thing that shone
quit your Spanish Pipe dreams
Vietnam is on the phone

I thought I could write
I thought I knew a line
that was before
I heard John Prine

he drove a pickup to the station
and no one even cried
the day mom got out of prison
the dog got drunk and died

the missing years of Jesus
a Broken Bottle, engagement ring
God wrote down the lyrics
John would merely sing

I thought I could write
I thought I knew a line
that was before
I heard John Prine

There are reasons for everything, always a reason,
I can't because, I won't, because, everyday in every
way life stops, if I could I would, but...I can't,,
.... never ask anyone that question... why not?.
avoid the ridicule.. conditioned and lost to the
brainwashed horde that is a fool... united with only
one thought.... I can't!!!,,,because I live in a world
of rules, if there were no rules, what do you think would
happen?.. would there be anarchy?. would you kill?...
I know you can't say,, why?...because we live in fear,
constantly,, they say without them all would be hell...but
no.. with them all is hell...would millions have died, without
them,, wars are created by them.. for f*ck sake ... can
anyone see...life is designed to be free, wars, sickness, hell
on earth all brought about by that anomaly that is not us!!!!
take away the rules, take away the order?... that is supposed
to control, and leave us alone.. would the death rate rise?
.....Hardly more than the wars and poverty that they have
created....if I could meet you tomorrow, black or white, yellow
or pink.. green or blue,, imagine... colours mean nothing...would#
I harm you?......not without intervention, not unless THEY said
you are bad....and that is sad........and that is how we live
and die.. someone wrote on one of my poems that freedom to be
is a prquel to anarchy,,well.. if that is true.. it can't be
worse than living this lie we have been told,,,god bless, everyone
and god bless you.

You didn't grow into you by mistake,
You took years, you cried the tears,
You played your part, from your heart,
And all of what you did was only just you,
All of what you will be, will be you too,
Strange but true, you created, you dictated,
There's no one to blame, it was AND WILL
ALWAYS BE ONLY YOU!

I'm new here, and what I see, this world aint
ready for me,
I'm unique, I'm different, I won't make your mistakes,
I know, don't tell me where to go,
Your life is not mine, things will be different, but,,,,
now I am older, life got colder...
I realise... I am that soldier, ....older and aware,
life revolves, thoughts combine, your thoughts are
now mine, it took time, it took pain, now I see,
life becomes you and life becomes me, in the end,,
we end the same!