Fergalgg Poetry (7)

For Humour is vast and if its spelt right,
Humor for yanks, but humour for brits or the pale limey white,
but which came first for theres not many that know,
that colour was once color that brits changed after king george lost his show,
with the colonies and i quote, "ungreatfull heathens, they had euphoria, i will not rest....cant finish it...this poem needs more input...someone brighter than i rhyme something with euphoria.

Only 2 months did this gap get deeper,
The Inevitability came as I watched
To think about it, the voyage got steeper
Forgiveness now I want but in life I botched

They say I look like him
My mannerisms, my look, my logic, my whim
To place me on that pedestal ,
To place me there, a mockery, a sin

R.I.P pops

The pull is sronger now, ive aged just like preference of my drug of choice.
The numb, the feeling of ignorance, the bar stool man, the drunker he gets, the louder the voice,
The internet’s changed me, it is not the pub and silence now goes there,
No, its social media, its plenty of fish or connecting singles that they should beware,
Heroin I wont touch but ive done the rest, truth is, one likes but f*ck it, arseholes blame society
Some f*ck heads blame the area, then blame creed, color with no sense of morality,
It’s the them and those….watching the rain come down my bedroom wall,
The driblets…the pans catching it and some plastic, its some photos id like to show you all

"what do I do next? " said the bishop to the priest,
"i have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the feast,
And now you say jerusalem has fallen and is lost,
The king of heathen saracen has seized the holy cross."

Then the priest said "oh my bishop, we must put them to the sword,
For God in all his mercy will find a just reward,
For the noblemen and sinners, and knights of ready hand
Who will be the lord's crusader, send word throughout all the land,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost;"

"tell me what to do", said the king upon his throne,
"but speak to me in whispers for we are not alone,
They tell me that jerusalem has fallen to the hand
Of some bedevilled eastern heathen who has seized the holy land;"

Then the chamberlain said "lord, we must call upon our foes
In spain and france and germany to end our bitter wars,
All christian men must be as one and gather for the fight,
You will be their leader, begin the battle cry,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost"...

Ooh, high on a hill, in the town of jerusalem,
There stood saladin, the king of the saracens,
Whoring and drinking and snoring and sinking, around him his army lay,
Secure in the knowledge that they had won the day;

A messenger came, blood on his feet and a wound in his chest,
"the christians are coming!" he said, "i have seen their cross in the west,"
In a rage saladin struck him down with his knife
And he said "i know that this man lies,
They quarrel too much, the christians could never unite!

I am invincible, I am the king,
I am invincible, and I will win..."

Close they came, the army of richard the lionheart,
Marching by day and night, with soldiers from every part,
And when the crusaders came over the mountain and they saw jerusalem,
They fell to their knees and prayed for her release;

They started the battle at dawn, taking the city by storm,
With horsemen and bowmen and engines of war,
They broke through the city walls,
The heathens were flying and screaming and dying,
And the christian swords were strong,
And saladin ran when he heard their victory song;

"we are invincible, God is the king,
We are invincible, and we will win!"

"what do I do now? " said the wiseman to the fool,
"i have spent my whole life searching, to find the golden rule,
Though centuries have disappeared, the memory still remains
Of those enemies together, could it be that way again? "

Then the fool said "oh you wise men, you really make me laugh,
With your talk of vast persuasion and searching through the past,
There is only greed and evil in the men that fight today,
The song of the crusader has long since gone away,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost...
Jerusalem."

Read more: Chris De Burgh - Crusader Lyrics | MetroLyrics

The Inevitability of those that search it
The blame leaches that think they are worth it
Wow es me, its just my luck,
Alas im nice, a usual iq f*ck,
The blame game starts with want,
Followed by blame, friends, them, family and shant,
But its never ones fault for then this leech is visible,
And you see what they want…yours and there life to be both miserable

Is it me or am I blind,
To mock others poetry is to be unkind,
I'm no genius, but to see others try,
To seem so in dept and some wanna cry,
The soul that they leach in the hidden values of interest,
The comradery the symbiont, the aspiring poetry fest,
The knowledge as deep as a flat beached wave,
solid rock is a proper poet, an ocean eats his heart, eons makes his cave.

dam...im becoming like you guys...yikkes

f*ck it feck it your a lass i would meet,
with lovely black hair and exceptional teeth,
a body to match with men in a que,
and i want what they want....the chance to meet you :)

tossers and wasters should steer clear in fear,
for this lass is bright and thats loud and clear,
she cried watching UP and nearly did I,
ok i did and me being a guy,
the lesson to learn from this story of mine,
is if i can meet you than life is just fine

You like spontaneous, and a man that is tall,
it is not hard, when one is so small,
you like giggles and the hopefully rhyme
for that im a criminal if fun is my crime,
for i am like you, a red to the bone
i hope our contact evolves,
through message mail and phone