May 31, 2013

The Start of My Life in This Town

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 7:16 am by bizarrerhymes

Staring at the front of the back of an empty chair
Where’s the person who should be sitting there?
I feel like the pits. People tell me I smell.
No amount of washing gets me out of this hell.

Oh! Lord do your worst, I’ve nothing to lose.
I’ve only got this self and it’s yours to use
“Is this place free” says a voice in my head
But my ears say it’s real so I can’t be dead.

In less than a moment life turns upside-down
The smiling face opposite lacks a frown
Asks if I know John and why I look down
Is this the start of my life in this town?

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May 30, 2013

Never Told

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics at 10:02 am by bizarrerhymes

late for flight
rush through check-in
shoes off, shoes on, security
So sorry. Never told you.

boarding complete
seat-belts on, doors shut
drink Sir? Chicken or beef?
So sorry. Never told you.

seat belts off
fumbling for passport
rush to taxi, meter on
So sorry. Never told you.

red lights, green lights
church around the corner
Stop. Pay. Tip.
So sorry. Never told you.

Rush up the aisle.
I’m so sorry I never told you.
I can see you there.
I’m so sorry I never told you.
Never going to see you again.
Never told you.
So sorry. Never told you.
Never told you. So sorry.
So sorry. Never told you.

May 4, 2013

Senses

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics tagged , , , , at 4:19 pm by bizarrerhymes

sounds

sounds

sounds smell

sounds smell

sounds smell sight

sounds smell sight

sounds smell sight delight

sounds smell sight delight

notes fragrances colours

notes fragrances colours

notes fragrances colours

TASTE

TASTE

flavours

number

number

number letter

number letter

number letter line

number letter line

number letter line define

number letter line define

DOTS…

Watch the News

Posted in Poetry/Lyrics tagged , , at 4:14 pm by bizarrerhymes

back then when I was only 4
i didn’t watch the news
and missed the start of the war

no-one explained about the fight
i didn’t understand
the misery, struggle, dark nights

Now at the age of 94
I’ll never miss the news
Nor the start of any war